Tuatha de Danann Dreaming

With timeworn

But stubborn like a six-inch

Jerusalem thorn

Dreaming 

Forlorn

Tonight

Of Halcyon Nights 

When memories waterwheel slowly turns

And midnight candles burn 

As my inner film projectors play

I also remember Halcyon Days

Spent with the now dearly departed 

Yearning for moments only 

The Tuatha de Danann can invoke

Pulling back 

My true love

From Hades 

Swirling grey smoke

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

The Tuatha Dé Danann are described as a supernatural race, much like idealized humans, who are immune from ageing and sickness, and who have powers of magic.

Source; Wikipedia.

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As Above. So Below.

 A dash of Easter creativity .

A poem that reads down and then up.

A recent piece inspired my curiosity.

Salute.

Title:

As Above

So Below

You  

Remastering

Through

Rhymes 

words and

Poetry

Remember 

You

So 

Smile 

Spiritually!

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Astral Dreams

Astral Dreams

(A lone voice whispers)

Lost in the Ballard of Reading 

In the Darkness 

With the narrating

 

Well dressed

Lord Byron

I found a distressed Carol Ann Duffy

Wandering

Lonely 

In the Dark

And in that Dark Forest

As we held hands 

For safety 

As we wandered

In that strange astral park

We found a candlelit clearing 

And watched a

Edward Thomas

Dressed in blue

Propose to the stunning Gretel 

Dressed in white

Ivory 

As we hid

Hiding 

In the Darkness 

Watching that surreal scene

Like a candlelit priory

Like how 

The marriage was overlooked 

By the beautiful smiling

Louise Glück

In that deep gulf

With The Vampire called Conrad Aiken

Who many had tried 

To put a stake in

Dressed in red and black

And The Raven 

Edgar Allan Poe

And as my favourite dream faded 

Before I could see Thomas and Gretel

Conjugated

As time flowed  

I came to be lost

 

Suspended and swept up 

In a Storm of Fear 

Conjured up by the alchemist and magician

Robert Frost

Only to find my way home

Walking the rose petalled pathway

Only the broken can find

The one called Elkind

Etched and inscribed 

In the heartbroken blind

Recesses of the mind

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Do you remember a kiss that still haunts you to this very day, in moments of quiet introspection?

 

Do you remember a kiss that still haunts you to this very day, in moments of quiet introspection?

Title:

Scrying Mirror Dreams 

(A lone voice whispers)

I can subliminally feel 

All those sad fears

Rhythmically 

Swirling like sharpened kitchen knives

Within all my world old choices

Which still cuts me so deep

Like cold Tamahagane steel

Above all this new

Life's 

Now old noises

I can just see you 

Sitting there

In your darkened bedroom

Somewhere

Surrounded by your favourite red roses 

Dressed in that familiar soft white lace

With translucent tears

Running down 

Your beautiful face

Thinking of me

As a lone crone

In a faraway forest

In triumph 

Sings 

And rejoices

Overjoyed by her spells

Creating turmoil 

Through fake excuses and tragic surprises

In you

For

I know

It's not fair

What you're going through

But trust me

I'm going through it

Too

For 

This thing we once started

This inexplicable thing

This molten fire that still burns

 

Like it's taboo

Since we parted

Reaches so deep

Inside

I just can't sleep

Can't work

Can't recall

How many times

I've cried

Brokenhearted

For I remember

Those sweet salad days

Before our love

Died

And as we parted our ways

I always remember

Walking on the beach

With the girl next door

Who came to me

Unexpectedly

Like a serene gift 

From The Holy Sea

Gently fluttering by

To say hello

Like a rare beautiful Glasswing Butterfly

But now

We are 

But two 

Lost souls

With nowhere to go

Just wondering around

In familiar round circles

And looking into 

This purple haze

The very mouth of this black abyss

I see

Before me

Looking at the mistakes

We once made

In my obsidian scrying mirror

As our tarot cards 

Were first laid

When we first kissed

While we walked

Its tired pavements

In its maze

I pray and hope you still

Think of me

The ghost

Who still loves his beautiful rare Glasswing butterfly

From the Realms

Of The

Great In-Between

Sent to love you

To remind you

You're so special

An astral envoy

Sent like a 

Spiritual Kestrel

To inspire others 

Especially those

That suffer in silence

So turn that Southern Country music 

Up high

To drown out your world's violence 

For a light like yours

Must shine

And it's why

This old ghost

Can never say goodbye

For our old love story 

Lives beyond

The seas of that black abyss

Forever 

Spinning

In perpetual glory

In my old memories

Of our

First poetic kiss

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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The Sword of Damocles. Has yours fallen yet?

 Press play.

(A lone voice whispers)

Is love 

Not money or power

The true incarnation of the Sword of Damocles

From Cicero

In history

For when it falls

Are you changed forever

By its sweet and dark mysteries 

While Brother Death and gathered Angels and Demons

Watch

And does

“Fall it must”

Be a prerequisite

For a sweet taste of much-needed happiness

Internal reconstruction and development 

To appear 

From the quietly blowing dust 

Of just living

So if you're lucky,

You'll find who

Your soulmate is

Even though it can be

Sometimes

So cold 

Sharp and 

Unforgiving 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

The Ayahuasca Warrior

(A lone voice whispers)

Into the Mythical UnderMouth

Known as The Dark Abyss

I went

Swirling like a lost Autumn leaf

In strange winds

Heaven sent

Merging like a well-drilled soldier

Into the fine lines

Of the Universe’s timeless dust

I travelled up high

Into the higher kingdoms of The Astral Realms

To mysterious crossroads of The Undreamt

Then to unvisited corners never seen before by others

Into another dimension of Time and Space

Colliding into other faceless atoms

Of golden rusty dust

Where one whispered

She would be my mother

In another life

She would nurture and get me ready for my future wife

Then that special atom flowed on

Farther still I travelled

Crashing still into other atoms as they 

Came along

Some confessed they would be my father

Sisters and brothers

But what pinned me and held me transfixed the most

Was that golden moment

Lost among that purple and hue

When a shimmering colourful cloud whispered

Before it too passed by

Like an unearthly ghost

I will be sent forward

Just for you

Forever to be your only true lover

My name is irrelevant for we will be reunited

Over the aeons

Again and again

For we are translucent beings of immortality

And in that moment of magical clarity

I knew I had found all the answers

To all my questions as she too drifted by

Flickering like a wind-blown flame

Towards a glowing light, I could not name

We are but pawns in the Greatest of all Games

But given a supreme supporting cast

Which acts as our deposit or bond

To help love and guide us

Whilst alive

And running around in its many diverse classes

For as long as the Greatest of all Games

Lasts

And then into

The Great Beyond

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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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

I 

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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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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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

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