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 Title:

Meum

Imperium

me

Ita fiat illud

Be (L)

(A soft seductive voice, whispers)

In this

The darkest hour

In the Great Pit

Where I wield 

Total power

Sitting beside

IT

Read this 

In this very moment

Silently and patiently

For your soul

To be deliriously deflowered

Meum

Imperium me

Ita fiat illud

Be (L)

By me

The Un-Hallowed Queen

Of all sinful slaves

Just lurking

Tonight

Like a funnel-web spider

Waiting to bite

From the Great In-Between

When The Black Gates open

And I am allowed 

In

Meum

Imperium me

Ita fiat illud

Be (L)

Copyright John Duffy

Latin translation since I know you read the open invitation: 

Own me

Control me

So mote it

Be

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Like all things, duality exists in poetry.

Duality introduces us to things having two parts, sometimes with fundamentally different meanings.

Similar to peace and war, love and hate.

Good and evil. And so on.

And as poetic and romantic as poetry can be, it too can have two sides to a metaphorical

coin.  

Light poetry and dark poetry.

While exploring themes linked to the darker aspects of the human experience.

From the macabre, personal suffering, death, and other dark themes. 

A few renowned poets still resonates today.

If one seeks to deep dive into the mysteries of the human condition.

You may wish to enter their realms and visions.

I've just listed a few below for the inquisitive.

Salute.

Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)

Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867)

Sylvia Plath (1932-1963)

Anne Sexton (1928-1974)

Arthur Rimbaud (1854-1891)

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

The Letter

 

The Letter

Mon Cheri

We had a good time while it lasted 

Just remember that

Remember I took your soft hand in the mist

Tried to kiss those soul eyes with a touch of intimate bliss

So now 

Just think of me like this

Like it was a holy Decretum

Think of me like a loose-leaf blowing in the winds of time 

Who once landed on your white window sill

Like a feather sent from heaven

And brought you 

A brief sense of freedom 

Through exchanging rhymes 

For we were briefly baptized by those who never cry

Before the winds of time

Picked up

And the Leviathan's lightning

Struck

So saith 

I

The bold poetic profit

Walking in rivers of deep reeds

Followed by the great dragon that lieth in the midst of so many swirling rivers

Where I'm sent

To appear like a leaf

On a window sill 

To help another swimmer 

From becoming a marked sinner

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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Profit as in benefit

Benefiting from helping.

The phrase "mon chéri" is French for "my darling". 

All poetry is open to the readers interpretation.

So I added these notes for clarification.

Thanks for the questions.

Salute

Monologue of the lone poet

 

I first met you in my childhood

In the library 

And I can still remember

When I used to look out of that bedroom window

While reading Shakespeare 

When I was younger

Just thinking about you

Madam Poetry 

I think you already knew

That deep down

I've always known you

Maybe we're starstruck lovers

Who knows

But

My mind even my family and friends

Now that I'm older

Constantly still send me cryptic coded messages

Warning me to always resist

To step outside 

Into the real world 

To try to convince me to forget that you even exist

But I always listen to my higher-self

And write

As it knows strands of an ancient greater truth

That still today persists

You injected yourself into my humble existence

In a subtle but quite mischievous way

Stimulating me to look inside and analyze myself more

No matter what other folks may ratify to think or say

What they didn't know though

All their words of unwanted advice

Just expanded some more of my repressed emotions

To but dream even more of us

One day,

Swimming together in poetic emotions 

Bluest of oceans

I can't quite comprehend what to deduce of you

Or even to think whenever I smell that familiar old scent of your favourite perfume

Called Stanza 

As I remember

The last time I saw you a few years ago

When you walked through my minds front door

Narrating wild themes linked to propaganda and extravaganza

To be read from here

In Kansas 

Worldwide and Uganda 

Whenever I hear your name

It just drives me crazy with continuous questions

Linked to poetic stories 

Thinking if you could give me the one

I once prayed and asked God for

Maybe that's why I'm just blindly drawn

Like a moth to a burning flame

For you were always so striking compared to so many others

Did you know

An old recently deciphered occult truth

Found hidden deep inside a centuries-old Azerbaijan cave

In a scroll

Simply stated

when translated from Aramaic

Poetic Love is like a huge red blanket

For when it covers you

Your four most primitive of emotions

Happiness sadness fear and anger

Can feel totally smothered

With only brief bouts of feeling tranquil 

When expressed in Poetry's secret language 

Maybe that's really how I feel

Laying here

Thinking about you and wondering

And writing 

Is this what other poets feel

A true calling to rejoice in a love above all 

That's real?

Copyright John Duffy

Purgato Whispers

 

Does falling in love change you forever?

 

From the silence of adolescent or mature emotions, rises a wild crimson and purple phoenix, crying for you to climb on her back.

For the ride of your life.

The ride may end in you falling off heartbroken or clinging on with happiness.

But a question still lingers like the sweet dulcet tone of a church bell been rung;

Does Love change you forever?

Like a tornado

Destroying my perfect life

I fell into love

Copyright John Duffy 

#Senryu

#575

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Have you got a true friend to whisper this to?

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Halcyon Dreaming

 Halcyon Dreaming

With the unpredictable rise of AI

And its many levels of intrusion, into both business and personal life. 

Do you wish sometimes

You could just escape to somewhere less tech-obsessed? 

A haven with old black

Remington typewriters

Pens

Verbal communication

With others just like you

Deep discussions of poetry

Love and heartbreak

Linked to societies plight

In campfire lit nights

As your children enjoyed the great outdoors

Safely

Lured away from gaming platforms

As life long childhood friendships are formed 

With unrestrained laughter 

Safe in the knowledge 

They don't have to compete or fight 

A bubble within time

When the good old days

Like those you once had the privilege to enjoy

Weren't tainted by social media or crime

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Atonement Dreaming

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Atonement Dreaming

(A broken man sings as the sunsets while nature pauses and listens)

Loving You

Is still so easy

The husky voice 

That sweet smile

Lighting up my life

With your Love

Like lightning 

For a country mile 

As it still frees 

Me

So when my sun finally sets

And my tired eyes 

No longer 

Need to get wet

As I take my last breath

I'll remember 

Loving you was easy

And why it still frees me

The husky voice 

That sweet smile

Lighting up 

My life

With your Love

Like lightning 

For a country mile 

And that's why

I'll always 

Love and remember you

For your love

For a guy like me

Will always echo

Into eternity 

For loving you 

Is still so easy

For your sweet love

Once helped 

Save me

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

 

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