I still searched for you
Throughout endless falling rain
My mind still screaming
Will I ever see my queen
Or are you gone forever
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
(Tanka)
The tanka is a thirty-one-syllable poem, traditionally written in a single unbroken line. A form of waka, Japanese song or verse, tanka translates as “short song,” and is better known in its five-line, 5/7/5/7/7 syllable count form.
(A lone voice whispers)
Is Love
Like ethereal raindrops
Tumbling from a hot
Unseen spiritual sky
When you least expect it
Does it
Reveal itself
When
Two kingdoms suddenly
Clash and collide
Mundane worlds
Imploding and
Unravelling
Given birth
Beneath
Infinite clouds of clandestine
Assignations
Can
Our happiness
Smiles and lamentations
Sometimes
Drown
Swept up
Within its dark sea's of
Astounding
Revelations
But do we crave
Love to still
Get wet
To bathe
Within its
Stimulating waters
Of repudiation
Or Salvation
All the while
Embracing
Its rough spiritual fingers
Of life changing
Rehabilitation
To heal our old ways
And painful memories
Forget
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Astral Whispers
(A lone voice whispers)
Although your beauty may fade with age
Although the shadows may slowly appear
Although your smiles may diminish in numbers
Although your inner sun
May have ebbed and lost its shine
Although I may not say it often
Although my mind may be elsewhere
Lift up your tired heart and relight your fires
Erase the numbers to regain the sharpness
Ignore the changes
Although you may think you've lost your inner shine
Carry this wondrous prose just deep within that beautiful mind
A simple thought I just send
Hold my hand for I'm glad you're still mine
Surreptitiously beyond the greyest of skies
For I am yours beyond what people say and conspire
Here I still stand with glazed eyes lit
Lips pursed looking for my own loving nurse
To ignite my fires
For I breathe in your shadows
I walk in your footsteps just craving your tears as surely as the Lord wept
May you always be mine my divine gift
Whose Love bestows my life with so much happiness and bliss
For if you leave me
Inside you leave me to slowly wither and die
It's why I follow
For I bring
Catharsis
A gift
To keep your eyes
Lit
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Title:
The Mystic
(A lone voice whispers)
Some say
I have a gift
A supernatural trick
But for the profane
It's quite simple to explain
You see
My bloodline is infused
By a thousand generations
Of magical conjurers
From beyond
The Lands of Kush
From the deepest parts of the unexplored African Bush
And it's not your fault you're being drawn to me
It's because I called to you
Over land
Moor or
Sea
Like one of my bloodline many Mages
To come
Calling
So
Run wild
Over all of your life's wild woods
To reach my secret mountain glade
Called The Nexus
Hidden here in these words
To be perused and understood
Come to see the tapestries of your destiny
As I stand chanting in my circle of salt
Sending out poetic spells to enchant you each night
Like loyal soldiers
Standing to attention
On parade
Like John Gault
For I know
You feel lost
And alone
Even when you prayed
For a cure
Like it's your right
By de jure
For something's are beyond your control
And that isn't your fault
So just know I still wait in these dark woods
Just hidden in the half light
In the shade
Will you surrender to curiosity and come see
Me
Willingly by hook or crook
On foot
For I will show you
A new transcendental spiritual temple
Sights to transform your mind
Let you use its white altar to absolve all your fears
Do you wish to enter into my Red Church
At the core of the Nexus
Like a king or queen
To see your general
To be baptized and ordained
Will you walk through the
gray clouds of gray smoke that chokes
In your world
Past those enticing fires
surrounded by temptations many enticing liars
To finally cross the great wet yellow sands and swim through the dark waters
To reach my mountains' woodland glade
Where you can finally dance freely
Amongst the deadly nightshade
And face the rise of the Full Winter's Moon
Totally unafraid
To exchange Sacred Prose
As our soul's manifestos
What says you
Are you coming through
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Title:
The Love letter to Arabella
My love
Read this
My life's only request
For you're a beautiful reflection
Of a magnificent deep blue ocean
Your blue eyes
Are an emotional sanctuary
In a world of crazy debauchery
For with you by my side
Like my spirit guide in flesh
I must confess
You always make me feel blessed and the world around us
Look so much better
With that incredible light
You possess
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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Even though you rebuild, do ghosts of old relationships, still haunt you?
Title:
Rebirth
(A lone voice whispers)
We left each other
So suddenly
So long ago
For I was too strong not
weak
To turn the other cheek
After you cheated
I've now climbed over life's many hurdles
Manifested by the paranormal
In good old New York
And so I'm glad we parted with weary hearts
And crushed dreams
That caused us so much anxiety
Somewhere so deep
That Morpheus The Greek
Couldn't tempt us
To sleep
For as
Time flew by
Happiness returned
Like a birthday gift from
The Most High
But now
Deep down inside
I still crave silently to weep
And
Cry
Broken each second
Just a little bit more
Tiredness
Creeping up relentlessly
And causing me dark dreams
To cross forbidden thresholds and reopening old
Once closed doors
Left by life with you and its wealth of tragic wars
And all the sad moments
You can never prepare for
But still I'll rise
Like the early morning
Sunrise
No longer
Lost
Looking for something so incredible
That's so irreplaceable
Which I now know is unachievable
So I'll move on
Starting tonight
Like all the other strong women
Knowing
As I pray before
I start a new day
Two wrongs
Can never make it right
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
#poetry
#relationships
The voice of Emilien
(A lone voice whispers)
I once met the King of all Darkness
In France
As we played poker for my soul
In a burnt out house
While Edith Piaf sang
La vie en rose
On a tattered radio
With no power
He carried in his pocket
Causing the watching fireflies to dance
I remember asking the Tall Man where he'd been
He said
Paris
To cause the Germans and the Resistance some pain
And as we played in that falling smoke-filled rain
I cheated and won
The prize
Reaching out through someone after my time has run
After sunrise is over
Summoned by the setting Sun
In darkness
To see if the world still cries
Like it did before me
In 44
So I send this
For we played
Again
Late last night
Old Nick and me
And He won
The prize
Taking me where
The sun don't shine
To be endlessly chastised
So this is my last message
For your eyes
Before the sun rises
Look to the East
The low drumbeats
Of World War Three are starting to beat
For many
There will be pain like
Oradour-sur-Glane
Something so evil
You should all remember
Who and what you do
In whoever's name
Or you could be playing poker with the Tall Man
As Edith Piafr sings
La vie en rose
On his tattered radio
As The East and NATO
Trade nukes
Compelled to do so
By the prodding of the Tall Man and the curse
Of the male ego
Goodbye
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
