A whisper from The Great In-Between.

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Salute.
 

#singlelife

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(A lone voice whispers)

Do we

The broken lonely souls on Earth

Sometimes run
From a new rebirth

And finding a true love
We deserve

For in running

When in true flight

Do we find a strange soothing solace

In the sleepless drama of a self imposed karma

In that races dirt

Found in the middle of a dark endless
Night

When we no longer need to look
To get hurt

By opening a new leather bound book
Of possible trauma

Filled with emotional
middle age

Melodrama

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Foundation of the piece.

Do the newly separated find a form of salvation in staying single?

Memories of The Beautiful lady Girl with the Golden Honda

 Memories of The Beautiful Girl with the Golden Honda

You were my only silent dancer 

My guiding shining light 

Whenever I felt 

Deep emotional pain

As I fought those early signs of cancer 

On ward ten

And although departed

By four years 

That deep love

Still remains 

And calls again 

Memories and emotions 

Of an incredible fire

That never expires

Entwined like green ivy 

In flight

In the middle of each now depressing night 

Of writing prose

For exquisite pleasure

On soft skin

That cannot be retold

Only for each other

To treasure 

In December archives 

As they grow old

For sometimes

The Lord gives you a gift 

In the form of a blessing

To forever 

Lift 

A friend

To the end

For only us 

To truly see

Whatever may 

Come 

And it's why I wrote this today

For to me

You'll always be

The only one

Who beat 

My souls drum

Loudly 

Whenever 

I felt numb 

© John Duffy 

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How do you view poetry?

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 How do you view poetry and do you think with the rise of AI, will future generations lose a wonderful means of self-expression?

The Deathless God's

 

A whisper from a deep lucid dream, filled with darkness and pain.

Probably a dire consequence of the world stage, today.

Does world events sometimes influence your poetry?

I think I already know the answer.

Salute.

Title:

The Deathless God"s

(A lone voice whispers)

You 

All the abandoned offspring of the Khloris

Lost souls caught in the spinning vortex of the Universal Principals

Doomed and baptised at birth 

To blindly chase love war sex and greed

Money and power as the unforgiving winds of yesteryear 

Blow into the new pages of tomorrow 

Where nothing seems to change 

As we sadly watch down through the ages

Blind

Naked and rebellious

As the day you were given the fruit of life

Soon you will all fall before us in endless multicoloured lines

On your spiritual knees

Like the many new slaves of the Agento and worship us

The Deathless Gods

For you are so sentenced for being so reckless 

And no other power in the Universe can repel us

For we are the Nexus

The wise ones 

Cautious 

But you

The stupid ones

Always overconfident and soon to be headless 

If you don't change your spiritual ways and reject us

You'll just have to accept us

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Aria the Druidess

(A lone voice whispers)

Write your words like mesmerising spells

Like

California yellow bells

To bewitch hungry

Eyes that see

Using your incredible 

Vocabulary 

By all means

And the four types of comprehension

Literal

Interpretive

Critical

And creative

To conjure

Themes

And memes

From the fourth dimension 

To enrich jaded eyes 

To stimulate weary senses

Send forth your unique voice

Via your prose

To grace unconsciously moving wet lips

With a sweet scent

Of your inner

Red rose 

That tempts them

To read on

In their moments of stillness

And you'll realize

your love of poetry

May be the missing link 

That completes them

Like the three wise men

Who once saw 

The shining

Star of Bethlehem 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

The Monologue of Jabari

The Monologue of Jabari

(A lone voice whispers)

Time has defeated me

My Amelie

As Death has cheated me

The love you once gave me to sip 

Weekly 

As expensive tea

Now no longer completes me

For everywhere I go 

I see purple graffiti

For my eyes only 

Written with sharp strokes of Swahili

Njoo kwangu

Njoo kwangu

They read

Serenely

Njoo kwangu

Njoo kwangu

It may seem too late

But maybe we'll be given

An act two

So my spirit guides 

Can thank you

For a man 

Who has walked

The sorrowful path of Matthew 

Looking for statue

To worship 

I once found you

In a place 

I dream I could go

Back to

But

Time has defeated me

My Amelie

As Death has cheated me

The love you once gave me to sip 

Weekly 

As expensive tea

Now no longer completes me

For everywhere I go 

I see purple graffiti

For my eyes only 

Written with sharp strokes of Swahili

Njoo kwangu

Njoo kwangu

They read

Serenely

Njoo kwangu

Njoo kwangu

Come to me

Come to me

Njoo kwangu

Come to me

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Njoo kwangu translated:

Come to me 

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Is this why people cheat?

 An intriguing question arose in-between emailing beat makers and singers, as I caught snippets of television.

Can two cheaters ever be truly happy?

Can you ever trust a cheater?

Do two people, who meet, probably at work, (statistically) and have an affair.

Have a lasting trusting relationship?

Or is the fling just a brief dopamine hit to fill a void?

Why don't people just be open and part ways, gracefully?

But oh, the human condition.

The Devils in the details.

If you've ever been cheated on, apologies for the piece. 

It's not intended to trigger old emotions. It's just a reflection of some aspects of humanity.

And on the other hand, does it relate to those tempted by the reverse of loyalty?

Salute.

A theme portrayed endlessly in soaps, drama's, film but more realistically, life. 

Title:

The Affair

(A lone voice reflects in introspection)

We always meet 

Like later tonight

Under the moonlights 

Priceless

Silvery rays

I know we'll slow dance

To Al Green

Like entwined 

Consummated eternal lovers

Forever engaged 

And married insidiously 

By Father Darkness

Through our wicked 

Salacious old ways 

The thoughts of the world 

And all outward consequences

Guilt

Fear

And causing hurt

Simply burn on our 

Old relationships 

Funeral pyres

And just float away 

Like wind blown dirt

Carried aloft by the 

Cold now dystopian 

Midnight air

This crazy relationship 

Which we started as a 

Facebook and Twitter

Conversation 

Is now such a thrilling 

Exhilarating irreducible dare

And is now my every 

Breathing prayer

I know this may last or may break

And it may end in a heartbeat 

As we share a slice 

of the Devil's

Delicious seductive cake

But deep down I know you were always 

Worth the risks

The lies and long waits

For your three whispered words now just bind 

And sing for me 

Whenever my blue eyes close

Three words within eight letters

I just love to hear

I love you

It just keeps me starstruck 

Like a Hollywood big actor 

Lost on your big screen 

Projector

So regardless of our sin and our unspoken marriage 

As we ceremoniously

Slide through dark shadows 

Like unseen lepers 

I pray we win

And buy that dream

Together

For I know 

We're just two

Of the world's many

Unknown sinners

Swimming valiantly 

In one of life's

Many deep rivers

Trying to hold tightly 

To each other 

As we 

Sometimes struggle 

To breathe

Trying to be

Together forever 

Whatever this judgmental

World 

Believes or conceives

Married together

Insidiously 

Through our wicked ways 

As we weave gaslighting

Machiavellian plans 

To always deceive 

But a silent unspoken question 

Always remains

In the dark recesses of my mind 

Like today

Before I meet you

And tell the wife

I'm working late

On a new project 

Helping Sebastien

With a straight face 

For as soon my pupils

Dilate 

I always wonder

Will one of us 

Get bored

And cheat 

Again

Copyright John Duffy 

The Owned Man

 

A poem for all those men whose beguiling beauties, rule their tightly controlled lives.

A recent film inspired the piece but maybe it's more closer to the divine truth of their existence. 

The film was The Graduate.

Such a classic.

Perhaps I should have titled it, Mrs. Robinson 🎩

Salute.

Title:

The Owned Man

(A lone voice whispers)

As she 

My sweet-sounding 

Goddess 

Who daily and especially at night

Who wantonly 

Without shame of fear 

Of retribution

Consumes my every 

Breathing vista's

With a sweet sounding 

Sensuously rapturous 

Soft 

Liquid like melody

Always proclaiming. 

It's you I just need

In light whispers 

Whilst

Forever caressing me

As her delicately toned red 

Fingers

Conduct a deliciously tender but firm 

Melodious 

Symphony 

With my quivering 

Sweat soaked skin

As her beloved treasured 

Lyrics sheet

Her dulcet tones 

Sometimes dominant 

But

Yet hypnotically 

Honeyed smooth and 

Lyrically euphonious

Always hold me in 

A subtle but forceful trance 

Of her own cunning doing

At the same time.

Some think I'm 

Blessed to lay and 

Walk beside such a 

Striking beauty

Gian Lorenzo Bernini 

Would have been proud 

To sculpt

But I'm 

Simply forever 

Dammed

For

Her low easily seductive 

Mellifluous voice

Always sends me

Tumbling

Forever fumbling 

Down a deep tunnel

Created and made 

For Loves deluded 

Lost souls to 

Wallow in

Until 

Oblivion 

And we hold our arms wide open and admit in front of the Almighty

We just loved living in

Sin.

Copyright John Duffy 

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Be Courageous

Have a wonderful weekend all!

I rather enjoy inspiring others.

Isn't that why we were all born?

Title:

Be Courageous 

(A lone voice whispers)

Within time

Whispered Mister Emotions

You will need me more

As you slowly turn 

Father's Times

Ancient books 

Full of loose pages

Your memories 

May slowly start to fade

As dark shades cloud your

Mortality

As you 

Year by year 

Unfortunately age

But I will stay loyal

And within

A scent

Old treasured letters

Or just pictures

I am reborn

For 

I am the trigger 

In your sleeping gun

The golden bullets

To revive your mind

Although 

The world around you

May slowly 

Turn dark

Although you 

May be

Lonesome 

Happy

Godless

Faithful 

Meek

Or truly just

Strong

I am but one of the many 

Silent gatekeepers

Who protect your life's works

And many songs

Its tales of romance

Happiness and love

All of your majestic empires

Just lying silently

Within dark keeps

So look in the mirrors and see

If you can feel me

See that beautiful reflection 

In those mesmerizing sparkling

Bright eyes

That's me

So

Wear courage like a second

Skin wherever you go

The masses might whisper

Collude 

Remark and say

It cannot be done

Put those dreams down and

Go hide them away

Look at him or her

They're losing their

Touch

Multitudes may proclaim

With glee 

As you endure

Spells of failure

Quick to mention 

It's beyond your reach 

Or regalia

But you my reader 

Are a creation of such beauty

Those dreams embody

The strength and power 

Of your souls own duty

So rise up

In front

Of their precious scrutiny

Show them the harmonious

Collaboration of inner faith

And belief

Step above their glorious lies

And continue to rise

It's how you'll escape

and succeed

In front of their 

Jealous

Green eyes

Copyright John Duffy