. Poetry from The Great In-Between

Thursday, July 18, 2024

Memories of Lucy Mountbatten


(A lone voice whispers)

From Heavens thunderbolt
Igniting my eyes alight

Like the burning nebulous envelope 

Around the nucleus of Halley's Comet 

That night
In 85

When I finally came alive
And opened my eyes
Thinking

What strange powers unseen 
Did the Olde Gods use to create her 

To walk
Unashamed 
In the midst of mortal man

With a sweet volcano 
Of such raging seductive fire

That never tires

Elevated to new heights of sensuality by a delicate touch of divinity 

Which exists within all her fingertips

With such power 

With a softness to beguile
If you allow her 

To touch you 
With such supernatural style 

I still remember her alluring eyes of honeydew 
So deep 

Spelunker's would weep

Skin and lips
So soft

Descartes
Would confuse
Science with maths

Towpaths and footpaths
Must have filled Heavens chorus lines

With angels to watch

When his new creation stepped out of the endless evolutionary lines

And into the presence of The Great Divine

My tears still fall like black rocks into a bottomless lake 

Leaving me stagnant 
In it's grey wake

When I look back
And reminisce 

About our last kiss

For my Queen
Lucy Mountbatten

Still lives within me
With profound passion 

For even though she was took out by the assassin

Sent by King Samhain

Our sweet love will never go out of fashion 

(C)
Copyright John Duffy 

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Wednesday, July 17, 2024

The Dominions


 

Title:


The Dominions


(A lone voice whispers)


Weeping

Angels like us


The Dominions


Watching and praying

In the ethereal dust

As mankind sins


Open up our feathered wings


To offer hope to those

Who hears 

these lines


Our presence brings

As we sing


We offer hope and eternal glory 

        

To those 

Who want to rewrite

Their life story 


To just helping the broken heal 


As we stand

Just hidden 


From your vision

Concealed 


(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Sunday, July 14, 2024

Babylon Dreams

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Foundation of the piece.


A lonely soul dreams of the past while looking in the mirrors of introspection.


Do you sometimes reflect on what has come and been lost, in those priceless quiet moments?


I wrote this today and slightly altered it. If you have already read it.

Salute.


Title:


Babylon Dreams 


The lone poet alone 

And old


Like a white feather

Blowing in all weathers 


From the deep Spring of emotions


To the Summer-land of devotion


Briefly landing with Autumn leaves before shattering into a millions verbs


In the Winters deep

freeze


Always remembers

Each and every December 


Before the snow 

The Greatest of all Picture Shows


When she was young 

Wild with her own truth and reason


Racing through all seasons

Urged on by

Poetic music


Aplenty


Shared with first love when she was twenty


But now always cold


She prays she remembers

How she once smiled


She looks in the mirror

Seeing how age has taken her smile away 


How life has banished her Garden of Eden filled with such things 


She remembers

Every day 


Puck lost in

Midsummer Night Dreams


King Solomon

Huckleberry Fin


Oberon

Bluebeard 


And so many 

Memorable things


She prays to the High Lords of The Faery


To rescind old age

Which has made her wary


To step into a new Babylon 

Of stories and poetry


Of muses

Confusion


Mystics and heretics


To climb hedges and ditches


Dance with angels and witches


Count gold with dwarves and elves


As they show themselves


But like every other night

With the hanging moon in sight


She knows that old magic is nearly gone


But still she dreams

 

Dreams with an indomitable heart


To wander lost

Like a lone ghost


In her new vision of Babylon 

 

(C) Copyright John Duffy 

Thursday, July 11, 2024

Did you know


 

Are you a slave to the invisible system?


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Hey you 


Are you a slave to the invisible system


Just another unknowing

Victim 


Who works 8 to live 4

48 hours to enjoy twenty four


Sleep five before you go out the door


To a thirty minute meal

And think it's a steal 


For two weeks in the hot sun


Is that

My silent viewer


How in this lifetime 

You run


Dreaming to work

Until you retire


Then too old 

To do all the things


You once dreamed of

Or desired


Let this poem ignite your inner fire


Break the chains of invisible indentured slavery


Find a new way

To live your life free

With bravery


Give the invisible system

A smile


And learn to play dirty


Holiday more

Dream bigger


Open a door to love

Create music


Write a book or even a piece of poetry 


So live a real life 

Use it


For one day

You'll be too sick

To take risks


Just old and tired

Filled with dreams and desires


Waiting for

Old Nick 


(C)

Copyright John Duffy

The Midnight Voice