. Poetry from The Great In-Between

Monday, July 8, 2024

INPERFECTUS (L)




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(A lone voice whispers)


There's an unfinished part of me 


Hidden away deep

In my compartmental zone


That sees a broken heart

Whenever I dream


Sitting all alone

On her own


Over the blue oceans 


Now that we're are apart and each one of us 


Silently cries


Lost in a world wind of painful emotions 


As strange circumstances 


Dance in a swirling frenzy 


Mirroring The Red Death like in a crazy surreal scene 


From Shakespeare's Macbeth 


But to have known her love 


To have felt it

And dwelt somewhere deep inside her 


I feel truly blessed


So here's my only message to The Almighty 


My souls alpha and omega prayer


The next time around

Bring me closer to my true love 


Just somewhere 


So we can restart 

Hand in hand 

Together 


And no longer suffer

The internal agonies

Of twin broken hearts


So we can be bound together forever


In poetry and music 

Whatever the weather


As each other 

Is finally


In the flesh 

Found


This I call to the Lord

My Almighty 


For without her love

This hard life

Is so confusing 


At that's why I pray every night


Reminiscing about those beautiful days


When I first met her

All dressed in blue


In Caesars Palace

In 1980


When she stepped into my view 


As we queued


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Friday, July 5, 2024

A Stranger in a Strange Land

 Title:


A Stranger in a Strange Land


(A lone voice whispers)


I once walked like a yearning Robert A. Heinlein


A Stranger in a Strange Land 

Into drifting clouds of blue smoke


In The Dangerous Off-Limits Zone


In the deserted Lands of Kem


That would make any mortal die or choke


In search of deep prose

Clutching my grandfather's old pen 


Like a lone messenger from The Pulsars


Sent from so far 

To find inspiration


To write a transcript of humanities development and extraterrestrial intervention


Stories of the Hopi


That linked the Lemurians to The Dogon and The Atlanteans


And then I met you

Sigma 8


My first contact from The Secret Circle of Nine


The true queen of all things between us


A shining star

From the very stately


Proxima Centauri


A Starchild once spoken of in The Lost Chapters of Enoch


The Shadow Walker between the Lost Moons of all Solar Systems


The bright thunderbolt of unspoken Gods


Who always were


A universal force worshipped in all secret underground kingdoms


If only they knew


Then you stole the centre of my aura


My heavenly bestowed light


That wonderful night 

When you let me undress your body and soul


By taking off your sparkling diamond-encrusted tiara


So here I am again

Looking for you

My love 


In these lost Lands of Kem


Walking the lonely desert Nexus Line 


By the flowing fast twin on rivers of The Sacred Kolbrin


Waiting to see

If it's you 


I see in the distance 


While these primordial wild dogs before me


Stalking me 

In the bushes

Scavenging for food 


Pine


Praying inwardly

That the Universe once again brings me


You

Sigma 8


The Shadow Walker

From Alpha Centauri's 

Triple star system


In the southern constellation of Centaurus


As these dark clouds whisper and rumble


Fere nostro tempore volvere est


(It's nearly our time to roll in)


(C) 

Copyright John Duffy


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Monday, July 1, 2024

The Poetess


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Salute 
 

Can words seduce you?



 I had a rather intriguing conversation today, 


about the power of seduction through words. 


It's a tad risque.


“Seduce my mind and you can have my body,


find my soul and I’m yours forever.”


I created this piece as I mused the above when a familiar voice appeared. 


Salute.


The Strict Mistress from the House of Books


(A lone voice whispers)


Within these conjured hypnotic words


Lies my secret binding spell


To you 

Control and contain 


No matter how loud you shout or yell


To attach you to me forever or temporarily 


With lashings of lascivious dark stories


As your soul salivates in total submissive anticipation and slowly starts to weep


Let me devour your curious mind like a cavernous thief


and take you to new heights of wild unconditional excitement


As your higher self suddenly


Wakes from its repetitive mundane sleep


Let me take you so damn

Deep


To new apocalyptic wet shores 


Through exchanges of whispered hirquitalliency


Of unexplored crimson heat


And let my hidden fingertips 


Trace pagan pictures of intimate lambitions and reunions


Across that succulent exposed spine in your mind 


Give me all those deep 

pamphagous thoughts


You keep bajulated

under strict locks and keys


That no one sees

Forever confined 


For landscapes or should I say mindscapes 


Filled with such visceral enticing written words


Brings forth such irrational coercive armies 


Heralding banners of such a hypnotic binding power


Just awaiting to liberate minds in the low hours


Those willing to sacrifice everything they once knew


To then be gently or vigorously deflowered


As they use aroused imaginations


To explore new verbs

Or sentences 


Appearing like S & M

Mistresses or Masters 


Right out of the blue


Will you pray for us to embrace 


As these soft words upon your mind's delicious lips 


Are gracefully worshipped


As you've now been duly baptised throughout this


Our soul's reintroduction 


As your hypothalamus is stimulated by my black and white


Ethereal leather whip


 (C)


Copyright John Duffy 

Sunday, June 30, 2024

Have you ever or even now, had a pen pal?



Have you ever or even now, had a pen pal?


Before you answer read the definition of pen pals.


If you regularly exchange letters or read some, (my opinion) 

Aren't you exchanging a form of a spiritual letter?

With a stranger like me whose relationship is based primarily, or even solely, on their exchange?

Salute.


Pen pals (or penpals, pen-pals, penfriends or pen friends) are people who regularly write to each other, particularly via postal mail. 


Pen pals are usually strangers whose relationship is based primarily, or even solely, on their exchange of letters. 

Source: Google


The Pen Pal Letter to Elizabeth Charlemagne 


Some whisper and will

In secret occult circles 


About these last days of 2024

That

Humanity will fall in unruly petulant desire


Consumed and devoured by a blazing infectious fire 


But what happens to you and I

Your mind and mine 


Do you still shiver inwardly at the vibrational thoughts 


Of my words

Do they bind you

Submissively 

To always return 


Like Anne Cécile Desclos 


Doomed forever 

To hovering above my prose 

That screams to be heard


With wide eager eyes

Like a love-struck 

Hummingbird 


Do you still tremble like when we first met 


Wanting the warm caress of loquacious re-introductions

Of new verbs 


Opening mystical 

Golden gates to new 

Poetic realms


And their irreplaceable guile to bind us together 


Like love-struck Siamese twins

Creating welcomed sins 


Of dried sweat and sweet tributaries


Of deep-seated spiritual yearnings 


That makes your mind 

so damn wet 


Tales of the supernatural 


Light and darkness 

Filled with movement or stillness

Sovereignty or loneliness 


New flames of innermost desires

Contained in unspeakable 

words or unfamiliar names 


As our Zisurru


Poetic stories to be kset asunder 


In the footfalls 

of Zeus's approaching 

apocalyptic thunder 


To burn new Hurricane lanterns 


in Imaginations darkened 

Halls of Fame 


To live in the hope 

Of a new life


An everlasting dance

With a drop of a wild transmigration 


As our new Nexus 


To savor in your mouth

Like an intense-tasting holy communion wine


A strong touch of such wantonness  


Your 

Voracious soul needs 

To carry to all empires 


You may visit 

In the North 

East

West or South 


As it swallows new 

Stories with ravenous greed


Will we survive 

Still together in 2025


With such

Intellectual thoughts


You might still whisper 

and silently ask 


You and me 


Does 

Will it last


Echo in 

Dreams whilst waiting


For the midnight call on 

New Year's Eve 


When we gather to

Sing pagan songs of 

King Solomon 


As we fight back 

the encroaching darkness 


With shining 

drunk Astral eyes 

as our Athame


Our sacrificial knife 


Inwardly praying 

to always believe 


Under the sharp eyes 

of the Winters Midnight Sun 


Which for so many lost souls 

We know 

She will still shine


Ever brighter 


As she quietly watches 

and grieves 


As they collect 

their angel wings as they leave


Who knows my child 

Everlasting hope and

Peace could arrive as one


So we could conquer this new normal and continue to rise


Or it could all go wild


And turn into a new dark nuclear history 


Where dreams and people 

Are consumed and defiled 


As good and evil 

Battle for victory


And apart 

we may have to survive 


On mean streets 

As quantum tattooed vaccinated slaves 


Or unvaccinated exiles 


In a New World Order

Called a Fool's Paradise 


Without

Any known borders 


But either way 

know this


May your spirit guides 

Lead you to continued health and safety 


Across all fast-flowing political wars 


Waters

Famine or disorders


So in 2025 


We can share our much loved algorithms 


In all our holy quarters 


So mote be it 

What will be 


Will be


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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Thursday, June 27, 2024

The Warrior Queen



(A lone voice whispers)



There once was someone so special


A warrior queen 


Who held my heart in her hands


My own goddess and red devil


The most beautiful woman I've ever seen 


Oh, we loved slow dancing through words and intimate prose 


Like it was the last song of the night


Played by the Duke Ellington big band


In our favourite bar

Where everybody goes


Oh how nostalgia haunts you 


Stalks you

And tears you apart 

When their gone


And all you're left with

Are those sweet beloved memories 


Of big bands

And soft hands 


Goddesses and red devils


Of someone 

So special 


Who no longer holds your heart 


In their hands


For they've been called home

By the Great Primaeval


To listen to new sounds 

Played by Heavens big bands


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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