. Poetry from The Great In-Between

Thursday, July 25, 2024

Will you join my Children of The Lang Nag?


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Will you join my Children of The Lang Nag?


(A lone voice whispers)


Will you follow me blindly 

Into the very dark

Labyrinths of The Eternal Mind


To sneak past the Monarch of Future Past


Mankind 

And all things that last


My lonesome child

My divine one


Will you call to me

And whisper

If you're lonely 


Seeking fun


For you've always 

Known me


Veni ad me

(Come to me)


Veni ad me

(Come to me)


 Accipe me

(Take me)


And on that day 

In every way 


I'll be the first and last thing you'll see


As you walk

Neck deep 


Into my ancient

radiant still deep waters


While Mother Moon smiles as you are consumed


To join my Children of The Lang Nag


(Long Night)


In one of my many side rooms


To dance round my pagan campfires 


As my rhythmic music and a symphony of voices surrounds and regale you


With wild stories 

Of The Mawk’akuna


(The Old Ones)


For time will die and expire like a hunter's doe

In my endless forest 


As your soul 

So hungry 

I'll nourish 


So will you summon me and whisper


Veni ad me

Veni ad me


Accipe me


And enter my Midsummer's Night's Dream


Where everything dances to a new tune


My tune 


In my mythical realms

Of The Great In-Between


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Tuesday, July 23, 2024

The Dance of The Lampyridae

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 The Dance of The Lampyridae

We once danced like the glowing Lampyridae


Bathing in the molten heat of a new fire


While walking hand in hand 

Down loves panoramic highways


Flames of belonging and such sensuous fire 


Lit and consumed our aura's


But when the winter of our love season arrived 


With the familiar sound of jingle bells


Announcing our Oak wedding anniversary 


On that particular sunrise 

On December the fifth


That mesmerising spell broke like the mythical Sword of Elendil


And my world 

Shattered


So blue is my new season watching the midnight Lampyridae dance 


In the silvery moonlight


Like a young Gene Kelly and Rita Hayworth

As we once did


While my life slowly drifts

South


After I lost you


My world and the only thing that once mattered


Wandering lost in my mind's so many labyrinths filled with our hieroglyphs


As I stand alone on 

Death's high cliff


When I remember that first beautiful night  


We met


When our souls were ordained in God's light


 (C)

Copyright John Duffy


(Lampyridae: Firefly)

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Saturday, July 20, 2024

Are you still lit?


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Soulmates


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Do you lucid dream?


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The Oneironaut


A person who explores dream worlds, usually associated with lucid dreams?


Do you lucid dream?


(A lone voice whispers)


Through the blue portal of slumber

Into the Abyss of Dreams


I've wondered 


To live in one of my other lives without number


To see strange people

Hear new music


And all things as they come into sight


I've seen angels and demons

Felt love a light


Prayed for daybreak as darkness shrieked 

Into the long night


Walked in knee high rivers of madness 


Watched grey skies filled with rolling purple clouds of sadness


Rain on empty cities 

Below


I've flown

High up into the skies


Seen people once dead

Smile 


As when I last saw them

When to life

They were wed

With its illuminated flame


Seen the Dark Schism 

Where the darkness hides and rolls its dice 


As it takes aim

At the profane 


Unfathomable things with no name


Sat with lines of people

And talked into the night about the need for spirit cleansing


And to keep

Reinvention 


As your souls only goal and transformation 


Heard whispers and cries

Rise


Like thunder 

In lightning filled skies


Ran through wild forest

Chased by Sisters of the Grove


For they knew I lived

So left their Cove


Found love in the arms of a lady I once knew


But now cut through

Like dead branches 


It's a place I adore

When I appear

And always pray to go to


I've drunk deep from Pandora's fountain 


Tasted raw pain 

As I stood in gigantic mountains in never-ending rain


Walked with Kings

Princes 


Queens and normal folk


Been a leader

And the class fool

The village joke


And when morning calls

As I'm summoned to walk

The smoke filled tapestried 

halls


Of Morpheus the Greek

Who watches


Hanging like a painting on the yellow and alabaster walls


I try to recall all I've seen

While visiting 

The Great In-Between


The sounds

The people

Walking its grounds


Then I remember 

In 24 hours

I return again


To the smoke filled Vista

Filled with people and things that may have once lived


Or existed 


And step back through the veil of the Blue Portal


To once more live again

24 hours 

Of being mortal


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 




        

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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