Foundation of the piece:
Have you broken up with a previously strong relationship, only to get back together, to be stronger than ever?
Title:
Lost Love
I had to let you go
Bet you
Didn't know
For if you really
Love someone
You sometimes
Have to set them
Free
If she loves me
Maybe she'll come back
She'll knock on my door
With her sweet kisses and touch
Whisper
She still loves me
Too much
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
A lone ghost whispers
Surrounded by these
lit white candles
As I sit here
In this great stillness
Filled with such proud grace
Allowing soft tears to glide like the Egyptian Nile
Crocodiles
And
embracing the sentimental comforting sanctification
Of the salty water
Washing gently over my face
I bind my mind to meeting you
On that unforgettable afternoon
Last June
You wore Gucci
In black and gold and matching leather expensive bag
The new moon whispered of such new beginnings
But now
When I see myself in this ethereal two-way smoke mirror
I always see the tragic shadows of that old life and how it suddenly ended
Driving
And smiling going home
Then that deer jumped out
As I stopped breathing and my heart surrendered
My Funeral
The wake
Then the silence
As my name slowly receded from your worlds auditory radios
We in here
Listen to
For our name being spoken
To remind ourselves we are still remembered
And I thank you for calling to me
For total silence means we are forgotten
As so many sadly are
When people get busy and all you are
Is a familiar name at Christmas or on your birthday
So now I wish to stimulate that silence
Reinvigorate it
Into such a vibrational state
That our old devotion
Loveliness and harmony
Reaches you on Monday
Our first anniversary
Allowing myself to find the space and grace
To slow time down and reconnect
While sending my manifestations out to take effect
I wish to spread our old love
Like the beautiful scent
of Jo Malone's natural Bees
Coconut and Soy wax
Unto others
Through this two-way scrying mirror
To those from my old life
Who still calls to me
Sometimes
In the great silence
On our interdimensional radio
In the hope that they too will feel our once-treasured love magic
Before it all ended
So tragic
And through them
She knows I still miss her
So praising the four elementals
Earth
Air
Fire and Water
For their incantations to cross the constellations
And create Way Stations
In the hearts of others
Sealed with these soul-lifting revelations
I now blow out these twelve white candles
Lit before me
Dry my eternal eyes
Stare out into the sacred space between us
Releasing the intentions of my now still grey heart into the wild
Thinking of you
A red rose in the concrete
Who always appears before me
In black and gold
Standing before my mirror as a living child in exile
Slowly
Alone
Growing old
And with these words
Ego semper amorem meum exspectes.
Ita fiat fiat
(I'll always be waiting my love.
So mote it be)
I go
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
.
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
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
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
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
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