. Poetry from The Great In-Between

Saturday, March 23, 2024

Whispers from The Dominions


 Title:


Whispers from The Dominions


By the occult powers of

The Sacred Circle and 

Meta-Square


Brimming Fire

Swimming Sea and precious

Stone


The manifestation of Heavens

Sacred Magic


Now rightly 

Appear


Sent with shining spear


To knight those 

Who need help 

To atone


To return 

Home 


If their souls are splintered 

To the bone


Now in this moment

Send blessings


Before God calls them to The Great Harvest


For soon is the time of The Resurrectlon 


Of the world's greatest ever party


Be it in this your

Recalling 


In

Spring

Summer

Autumn  


Or your lifes 

Winter


The theme


To save you

And all the world's

Low level

Sinners


(C)

John Duffy 


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Tuesday, March 19, 2024

Memories of The Sixties


 

In this modern world of up tempo, boom boom music, does slow dancing, even exist anymore?


Can you remember your first slow dance?


Here's a made up piece to ponder on.

Salute.


Title:


Memories of The Sixties


(A lone voice whispers)



Like a soft tender whisper

I still miss her


My first true love

As I remember


That unforgettable

Christmas 


When she unlocked my virgin heart 

With her red key


When we slow danced

Like old lovers


To


Two Can Have A Party · 

By Tammi Terrell


In good old

MacVicker's


And I plucked up the courage

And kissed her


My old love

Lucy Fischer 


The poetess

Who made your heart beat quicker


And your soul flame

Flicker


My only sweet Peruvian

valley


And sacred temple

I once slow danced with


To


Two Can Have A Party · 

By Tammi Terrell


(C)

Copyright

John Duffy


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Tuesday, March 12, 2024

The Psychiatrist

(A lone voice whispers)



Do you write

For freedom

From boredom 


Or even sympathy


Simply to defeat

Apathy


People who experience traumatic events may sometimes develop apathy syndrome.


(indifference and emotional detachment)


As a means to further protect themselves mentally and prevent further distress. 


This is normally present in survivors of tragedies. 


And it can be part of post-traumatic stress disorder. 


Caused by emotions hard press. 


(C)

Copyright John Duffy



Sunday, March 10, 2024

Life


As the Great Wheel Slowly turns


Be careful who you try to

Burn


For love 

Business 

Wealth

Or jealously

 

For in the end 


Those who behave 

So contemptuously


Will never know

The true power


Of kindness

Embedded


In their self-identity 


(C)

Copyright John Duffy


Monday, February 12, 2024

Have you ever wondered what Sin looks like in its corporeal form?

 Press play if you are on a laptop.

Salute.





I had a dream last night,
Shall I guide you over its tantalising landscape?

Have you ever wondered what Sin looks like in its corporeal form?

Ever wondered what shape it will take?

Are you stalked by it?

Something strange beyond the norm? 

All these questions I perused before I retired to bed.

The feeling in the last few weeks, of being stalked by unseen eyes, was compelling.

Like I was been observed with sinful primordial orbs.

Here is the dream
____________

As I awoke within a dream
I was surrounded by swirling grey smoke

A strange sensation of someone watching 

Just hidden in the smog

And then a soft voice suddenly spoke

As it talked
A woman in a beautiful white dress appeared

From within the fog

She was quite beautiful and elegant and as she walked

A huge circle of slithering snakes suddenly appeared

Forming an undulating circle around her feet

The circle of snakes surrounding her ankles were probably only 3 feet away

From reaching her

And as she walked and met other strangers in my dream

The Voice still
Whispered

Watch

The circle got smaller and sometimes the snakes reached her feet and bit her ankles

She never felt it for she showed no emotional response

As the snakes struck from so many angles 

Then all the snakes seemed to swirl in a crazy frenzied undulation 

As if following the drumbeat of a strange conductor

Then the voice spoke
Again

The snake's, Jerome, represents Sin in all its many different forms

Of ruination 


Pride, Greed, Wrath, Envy, Lust, Gluttony, and Sloth

The different coloured snakes and sizes represent the different levels of each sin 

I have mentioned 

The circle around you all 

Born on Earth 
Has always been three-feet 

And as you are tempted to do wrong immoral acts 

By people or things 

Linked to new experiences or sensations

The circle grows smaller and the snakes can then bite 

The person never feels it for this happens in the Aluna world

The spirit realm

Slowly poisoning your souls with temptations hypnotic nectar 

To then commit more wrongdoing 

Moving up to the next level of sin

As time passes Sin's poison slowly starts to corrupt the host 

As their spiritual barriers are corrupted and lowered 

The larger snakes suddenly appear like an unwelcomed ghost 

Now no longer separated by the circle of 3 feet 

And as I looked on 

A huge multicoloured python appeared in the mass of undulating creatures and looked right at me

Swaying left to right
And then disappeared where it came from

As it 
I could no longer see

What keeps them at bay
You may ask

Sin is everywhere in your world

It has corrupted so many and many do not even know 

As new evil intentions and emotions unfurl

The crescendo of the hidden drummer beat is so loud here on the other side 

And as we listen and watch

We see so many without a circle being bitten daily as their lives and others 

Are turned inside out and upside down 

Worldwide 
 

The numbers of the many with the huge snakes coiled around them are horrifying 

As we watch them creating such turmoil and pain to the world

 Shimmering before us

From the unknown to powerful men and women 

Who in turn seduces people

The scenery is always terrifying 

Especially 
Ordinary people 

Who when seduced by the corrupted many 

Are in turn programmed to get evil and judgemental 

Opening the dark doors to hatred and jealousy 

And so their circle also reduces
And Sin moves ever closer with new energy

To introduce the host to the old eternal adversary

Who's name
I'm not allowed 
To say

And so to answer that question
On your mind

What keeps them at bay

Well that's easy 

Faith kindness compassion and love are the only answers

For when you are born
The distance is always 3 feet

That is the Universal Law 

For
Your purity keeps them at bay

For you vibrate at a higher frequency 

But as you absorb the world as you slowly age and new people or experiences 

Come your way

The circle beyond the three feet comes alive

And Sin awakes and the Great Game begins

As the invisible Snakes
Start to sway

With
Temptation raising its seemingly soft hands and trying to garner your attention

Money Fame Sex and Power are its ultimate cards 

Which leads to seven of the most deadly sins 

Beyond your comprehension 

But you must vibrate at a lower frequency to enable Sin to get closer

And take over

But the higher the vibration 
The bigger the distance between Sin and the person

No one is pure though
Everyone sins and gets sometimes bitten

The trick 
If there is one 

Is to occasionally only get bitten by the smaller snakes before you do something dangerous

That your soul knows is simply forbidden 

Only Jesus was pure and never got bitten 

Even though the circle surrounding him was so huge

It looked like an ocean of undulating snakes of immense sizes and colours 

As we watched him battle evil from in here
Without a hint of fear

The voice stopped

So
Now as I looked at the lady in white
Before me

Who seemed to kneel and pray and the circle between her and the snakes

Suddenly grew larger 

Pushing the snakes back and seemed to quiet them down

She then embraced two new strangers with familiarity and emotional love 

Who smiled back as they embraced her

All their circles grew again

Pushing the sinful circle of undulating colourful strands of darkness

Further back

Well... I must be going
And as I looked

The voice took the form of an old lady and smiled as she disappeared into the swirling flux 

Along with the lady in white and the now sleeping throng of coloured snakes

Before the old lady disappeared, these were the last few lines we shared 

Which she said to recount for the inquisitive

If they ever appeared 

"When You all think of the world today

With the growing lack of kindness compassion love and faith

With the ever-growing darkness

Does it now make you wonder 

How many are now without a circle helping to separate them from sin’s 

Many hungry snakes

And now
How many have huge serpents

Coiled around their corrupted souls as they commit such unimaginable acts of atrocities 

When they are awake

World war could be on the horizon

Jealously
Racism 
Manufacturing of drugs to destroy people's purity

Trafficking of children
Wealth as control and so much more 

I cannot speak of 

But all things to blacken the soul

The world you live in now is awash in so much Sin.

And the voice stopped

So in closing

I wonder if you could see your own circle – how close would it be?

Would it be close enough for Sin to bite and how big could the serpents be?

There are so many levels of sin

All humanity sins
For only we 

The Blessed few are contacted to hear or see

For no one is truly pure
It is why He came 

So long ago.

As I leave
Sow kindness whenever you can. 

Compassion and gratitude, when possible. 

Help, when the time appears, and just send out love, when she seems needed,

The first thing I did when I woke was to pray.

Anything of a higher vibration to help to push the circle back.

She said to share this
So here it is

Someone, somewhere, might need to know this before their circle disappears and Sin swallows them whole and they are totally corrupted.

I hope I haven’t frightened you but sometimes some messages are needed to shock the system.

To help renew and build a new way 

To show evil 
Your resistance 

I hope you try to do some of the above I have mentioned

Vibrate Higher!

Sow kindness when you can. 
Compassion and gratitude, when possible. 

Help, when the time appears, and just send out love, when she seems needed, and above all

Keep up and strengthen your faith

Your friend who visits the other side for an occasional crazy ride

Jerome

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

   

Tuesday, January 9, 2024

Eros speaks




(A lone voice whispers)



Why must the soul within you all



Constantly seek out momentous defining emotions



Require it so damn deep



Covet and desire extraordinary sensations to rebel wildly within



To show the many sad watchers



Who fear that uncontrollable need to follow



That unconscious craving bound to ungodly bargaining



Which could ultimately destroy all they know if my red pill they swallow




Whilst lost in the throes of physical thoughts


Linked to carnal sin



Where in their soft arms



We


Love embodied in such as me


Could eventually break you in two



Is that why my gift of devotion is such a powerful tool



For the many in humanity who through all eternity and to this glorious day



It still wonderfully constantly fools



Copyright John Duffy

Sunday, January 7, 2024

Whispers at 4 AM


(A lone voice whispers)



Before 

And after


Night and day


Before 

And after


Time and all its

Endless rhymes


Before the loud explosion

Of creation


I walked in the shadows

Parted floating orbs of

Thought


To find 

What I sought


A light of such irreducible beauty


For you see

In the higher clouds


While on Gods 

Mountain


I once met

A soul 


While passing a fountain


It's light lingered

Flickered

And then 


Like lightning


Stuck my inner core

Like thunder


And left me these thirteen words


On which to ponder


Find me

Beyond The Lands

Of Gilgamesh 


So our true love

Can commence


So its why I search

The Silken Web


To be reunited 

With that orb

Again


The one

I once met


By the sacred fountain


On Gods

Holy Mountain


Pray for me


Ariel

The Eternal Searcher

Of the Night


Some say blessed

Some say dammed


Tasked to find

His soulmate 


Hidden amongst the

Millions of God's Light


(C)

Copyright John Duffy

  

 

Channelling Karl Lagerfeld

(A lone voice whispers) 


Now I’ve left

Quai Voltaire

In Paris

 

And can no longer

In your world stay

 

If I ever hurt

Any of you

 

My skinny runway models

Or singers

 

With anything I

Once said

Within that old life

 

Filled with such intellectual sexiness

 

I’ll still understand

If you still want me

To just go away

 

But what am I to do

If I can’t have any of you

 

Will you all just leave me

Eternally broken hearted

 

I’m still just trying to be someone

You can still

Love trust and understand

 

Please

Put my picture on that

Diamond and mirrored

Chanel table

 

And by the Gods

Of Haute Couture

 

Let me be your white-haired guy again

Things I know always

Change

 

I’m sorry for all the newspapers

Lies

The fake news and gaslighting

On social media

 

I now know

This designer love I’ve lost is real

It’s why I’m still fighting

 

This is no way for a guy

To carry on

In here

 

I need you all back

 

Claudia

Stella

Baptiste

Lily-Rose

Kaia

Cara and

Linda

 

My

Beautifully lit runway awaits

 

To make it how it used to be

 

Like in London

 

Los Angeles

Australian

Berlin

Tokyo

Lakme

Madrid

 

Or New York Fashion Week

 

Just give me a chance

When you get here

 

Sing to me

My fashionista’s

 

Blessed Be

Oh Blessed Be

 

Come to me

My fashionista’s

 

Oh Blessed Be

Come to me

 

Sing to me

If you no longer greave

 

But if you no longer

Want me to stay around

 

I’ll put on my all-black deep rectangular sunglasses

And just walk away

 

If in me you now

No longer believe

 

If I ever hurt you

 

My fantastically looking

Treasured friends from my

Beloved fashion world

 

I’ll understand if you

No longer want to play

 

But what am I to do

If I can’t have any of you

 

Will you leave me

Wearing my sharp slim black suits

Starchy white shirts and fingerless black gloves

 

Just eternally brokenhearted

 

I’m just trying to be someone

You can still love and trust in

 

Like Fendi

 

The House of Chanel

 

Diesel

Valentino

Charles Jourdan

Chloé

Krizia

H&M

Hogan

Macy

And Falabella

 

Amongst many

 

Just try to still understand

 

Let me be your guy

With the impenetrable gaze

 

Distinctive and elegant dress code

And the striking white hair

 

Like in the golden days

Of 83 at Chanel

 

Things will change

Like then

 

I’m sorry for the sad stories

 

The fake news and gaslighting

About Choupette

 

I now know

This love I’ve lost is a big deal

 

It’s why I’m fighting

To still seem real

 

This is no way for a guy

Like me

 

A visionary

A trailblazer

To carry on

 

I need just someone back

Some people to dress

 

Elisabeth and Jacques

Keep me company in here

 

Hidden beyond your world

I see it's lost its style

If editors of Vogue

 

Would simply tell the truth

And confess

 

I just miss the electricity and smell of the

Runways and catwalks

 

The endless sketching

Painting and designing

 

Will you

Come to me

My Luna

 

Even though you can’t

 

I’ll still wait

To make it how it used to be

 

Just give me a chance

When any of you

Get here

 

Like in Paris when I used to breathe and talk

 

 

Someday

We’ll be reborn in a new place

Where we can live together

 

Like we did like fashionista cowboys

 

Shooting up all the world fashion scene

Like Germanic Parisian’s

 

Lost in Texas

 

Sing to me

O Blessed Be

 

 

Summerland is now the new Carnival of Venice

Where I myself and my caricature

Now live

 

Just beyond its bright lights

 

 

I’ll wait for you

Just like I used to do at

Old Monte Carlo Boulevard

 

But until then

Au revoir

 

From

Radio Station K109

Of the Great In-Between

 

When you get here

Look for my diamond and mirrored

Flashing sign

 

Remember me

All my beautifully skinny

Cover girls

 

Claudia

Stella

Baptiste

Lily-Rose

Kaia

Cara

Linda and my favourite

Luna

 

The man with the magnificent attitude and

Charismatic stylish snarl

Who’ll never go out of fashion

 

Kaiser Karl

 

O’Blessed Be

Remember me

 

(C)

John Duffy

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Friday, January 5, 2024

To my old love



 (A lone voice whispers)


So 

We part


Forever apart


The red stage curtains

Slowly closes


As our precious time is ceremoniously called


On our once beautiful age


But you 

My rare Juliet rose

Will live on


Flourishing

In a neverending

Garden 


Of deep lucid dreams


Hidden away

From prying eyes


In my own

Great In-Between


Where you'll live

Onstage 


On a much-loved memories

Page


Lit up with a spotlight

That makes you glow


Where I'll forever see

You dance the sensuous

الرقص الشرقي

The legendary Danse du Ventre

And remember those

Good old days


As a Teddy Pendergast

Record plays


Good night 

My only love


My rare Juliet rose


In a world

Awashed in Djinns


Selling soul contracts

For sins


Leading to neverending tears of 


Depression

Sadness and Regret


May the sweet winds

Of happiness


Caress you

And forever blow


And remind you of

Me


The Midnight Prince

Who once came through


The shimmering 

Astral blue portal 


The now immortal 

Thief


In your inner

Temple


Who I pray

You'll never forget


As my memories

Cover you in goose pimples


For our meeting

And all our sweet whispers


Written metaphors

Cyphers and poetic symbols


Where never meant to be

Coincidental


(C)

Copyright John Duffy


My first original piece in 2024.

Salute. 

Tuesday, January 2, 2024

For Mary

 

An old draft of a concept I was developing

A supernatural piece. 


If the dearly departed could speak, what would they say and to whom? 

Imagine it’s his only chance to speak before he finally ascends.


This Freddy Mercury story, if you really look at his life, is about his true love for Mary. 

A lady he wrote and sung many songs about, and left nearly all his worldly possessions to.


Love transcends time and space.


The monologue begins. 


A lone spotlight in a black room. 

Switches on and a lone figure appears.

Speaking. 


 ------------


Let me into your heart again

For I need your loving tonight


And then lay me down to dream

You once said

So I still look deep into your dark eyes

And whisper


Now I am living in here

Just hidden out of sight


You look so tired and weary now

Mary


Do you need some sweet lullabies

To lift your tender soul until

Daylight


Shall I share my deep love with you

Like there’s no tomorrow and then

Lay you down to dream


For I’m

Still crazy about that little thing


You once called a gift from

Above


Have your days have been so long


For I can read your tired

Body language


Do you need to rest your weary head

Upon my chest


For we all need somebody to love

I once sang and

Do you still miss my heartbeat


As it still

Sings our eternal soul's song


Can you feel it

Does it still turn you on


Now I'm here


Talking and

No longer

Stone cold crazy

My white Lily of the lower valleys


If you’re watching

Keep yourself alive


For this is my prophet's song

For the one and only true love of my life


I know my love was once so dangerous and


All your dreams may seem to have

Just flown away


And now you

Cannot recall them all


I may not know where to find them

Or how to call them back and make them

Stay


So let us just cling together

You and this good old-fashioned


Parsis lover boy


To help you spread your wings

Once more


For it's never too late

To enable you to walk


New roads to

Be free


I can still hear you pray and

Whisper


Save me from in here

Mary


As another unanswered prayer

Bites the dust


It’s why I try to return

To help you

Smile at the sun and sit peacefully


To watch all the

Starlings flyby and play at dusk


I know it's a hard life

In that old world


We once created


And even though the hammer had to fall


I still yearn to break free and it’s why I'm here


It’s why I still call


For within these gentle soft hands

Swirling inside their tender touch


Is every single dream I've ever had

And to share them with you


Is a wish

I now clutch

And all I love so much


For you to lay close

In these arms once again


And think of all the things

I once said


Then when you're calm

I'll lay my hands

Upon your weary head


And transfer every living dream

Still in me

Into you


To send you to sleep

To where I can watch you


Like a young child

Dancing


In familiar old Kensington streets


In that land of sweet dreams

Where we'll once more really

Meet


To share untainted visions

A new kind of pure magic


An everlasting year of love

Where we still live


For even though I’ve died

This pain I still feel


This soft yearning

Is so close to celestial pleasure


For true friends

Will always be friends


To the very end

And it's those sweet memories


I still hold onto

And so dearly treasure


If you don't know the way, my love

When your time is too called


By the Great Golden Horn


And you can't find it on your own

Just look to the midnight

Sky


And I'll appear

To help guide you home


For you were never meant

To wander and ride the wild winds


Through these strange

Landscapes

Alone


I know you

Have travelled many hard

Miles


But I can't live without you


Filled still with so many soft tears

And memories of so many


Sad nurses' fears


On this recent

Notoriously

Dangerous route to get here


I now know I was born to just

Love you


For Heaven isn’t just for everyone

And too much love can kill you

Again


Even when you think

It has died


To leave yourself lost


In perilous

Dark places

With no one to lead you out


Of the darkness


No matter how many lifeless tears

You've cried


For there seemed to

Be no familiar faces


But know this



Me and your Guardian Angels

Are here


Take my hand 

Once whispered the

Precious Lord on the

Twenty-fourth of November


When the Great Golden Horn

Blew


If I remember


But I choose to return

To you my love


For I'm an eternal friend

To always hold your shaking hands

And guide you back


Towards the light


Sent by the good Lord

The Almighty through me


For you were always good company

And our friendship and

Souls


Will forever share the same

Road map


Forever lit up

Out of this friendship


It’s a shame

I know now that

Only the good die young


It's why I've now come back


From beyond the grey waters

Of the Final Abyss


Filled with a new mission

As that illness

I once had


Which took many of my beloved friends


Now lies in total remission


I still sometimes see them

Wandering in here

You know


But

I don't ever want to go back


For your mesmerizing light

And captivating aura


I know

I would surely miss


If I were to say goodbye forever

With an invisible parting kiss


But the show must go on

As I sang


Those may have once been

The best days of our lives and


I'm just happy I found somebody to

Really love me

When I was once alive


Your forever

Lover in the dark


Who in you

My beloved Mary


I still hope

My memories

Will always reside


Yours forever friend

Into eternity


Farrokh Bulsara


As I wait

Standing in here with Che Guevara


Who is my eternal symbol of hope


I'll always send you all my love

For whenever you need it


To truly cope

---------------

A bell rings three times and the spotlight goes out. Leaving the room in darkness. 


 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy


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