The first day love climbed
Like an invisible green vine
Into me
From Aphrodite's crimson tree
My life changed
Haunted forever by
My old history
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Copyright John Duffy
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Foundation of the piece.
Can you remember when you first fell in love, and did that moment signify a significant change in your emotional mindset?
Have you revisited old memories in the way hours of night
When ghosts of old love call to play
And you reminisce about all the sweet things they once said
First love
Now love
Old love
Do still they wake you in deep dreams of an old life
Once led
Summoning your attention with spiritual subpoenas
With memories of a time
When you rode your chariot proudly with them
Like a hyper Judah Ben-Hur
Into all arenas
Before that old love
Shattered into a million pieces
Like glass
And which now call like midnight sirens
In your own Odyssey
From the past
From a once holy dream
You thought
Forever
Would last
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Foundation of the piece
From family, young love to friends.
Do we miss them all even more when that time together has passed?
(A lone voice whispers)
Within the Witching Hour
Of twelve to four am
In the Great In-Between
I've seen
Universes
Parallel worlds
Places
Where no living human beings have never been
Climbed through blue portals
To strange lands where angels and demons
In choirs
Sing
Walked lands
Where no water runs in rivers or springs
Walked the badlands of the forsaken
Climbed the high towers of the iron maiden
Saw tomorrow's prophecies
Before I awakened
But I was never alone
Faith in the Lord
Kept me safe
In The Badlands
Beyond the Tomb
From being drawn at dusk
To been released at dawn
To explore
To revel in new sights
Past midnight
Is a mystery which binds me still
From Arigartha
To Mulvanto
The red cliffs of the Ugato mountains
From the twin suns of Sirius
Bathed in autumn gold
Underneath lightning filled skies
So now
I know an old secret
One for you to read as you pass me by
The dead don't die
They just live
Underneath
Purple clouds
In another shimmering neverending sky
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Hiranyaloka:
Illumined Astral Planet.
(A lone voice whispers)
As I lay here
Under my apple tree
With my head on my pillow
Looking at my only treasure
A white feather
By the sea
I can still remember the first time
The Ebb and Flow came looking for me
And I witnessed all those old things once hidden
When my eyes couldn't see
When it engulfed me in its fine mists
Of secret memories
The mysteries
Insecurities
Jealousy
Lies
And all other forgotten things
That Ebb and Flow from beyond the Great Sea
Brought to me
Forgotten moments
Missed chances
Last dances
And the loneliness of standing in a dark circle of never-ending silence
Gripped knee-deep in the black sludge
Of the Hylands
Now alone on this island
In the middle of a black sea
With only a white pillow
White feather and an apple tree
For company
I still see her
Skin as soft and white as snow
Dressed in blue Levi jeans
White tee
And black high heels
Blue sharp eyes
Beautiful and blonde like a young smiling Marilyn Monroe
Reminded by the mists of the Ebb and Flow
Which touches all things and binds to the spine
The past
Present and future
For they are the polestar
Of all good and evil
The collector and receiver
Of all things made of matter on Earth
By seeing missed moments and mistakes
When I let that girl ride on her horse called Wildfire
Right out of my paddocks gates
When my heart took shell fire from Desires Gatling gun
Is that why I'm stuck on this lonely island in the middle of this Black Sea
Sentenced
To lay
Under this apple tree
Inscribed with the many etched in names
Of past visitors
With a white pillow and white feather for company
Lord
Until I find Repentance
To climb higher
Haunted each night
By the Ebb and Flow
About the girl with blonde hair who looked like a young smiling Marilyn Monroe
Wearing Levi and a white tee
On a horse called Wildfire
Who I once let go
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Is social media the new bridge
For trolls to live under
To act with impropriety
Those who need sessions of much needed psychoanalysis
As technology grows
In huge numbers
Each time there is rain or thunder
Sad hunters who stalk society
Revelling and rejoicing in their spoken or written statements of notoriety
The Omnispective
Fellows of the Royal Society
Of Creating Social Anxiety
A new Divine Comedy
We might all have to walk through
One day or night
Like Dante Alighieri
A twenty-first century journey through hell and purgatory to reach or express our own inner paradise
Guided by the Light
To be willing and
brave enough
To pay the price
Of self-sacrifice
Of sharing our perspective
Regardless who comments
Day or night
From The Omnispective
(C) Copyright John Duffy
Psychoanalytic therapy may be used to treat a number of different psychological conditions, including: Anxiety. Depression. Emotion struggles or trauma.
(And the voices return. I previously said I was going to stop writing poetry but, a big but.
The whispers continue. Salute)
Press play.
Title:
Rêves de Miss Applegate
(Dreams of Miss Applegate)
(A female voice whispers)
I still see her
Old
Marie Laveau
I can't pretend
In my scrying mirror
Looking back
And smiling
Summoned to haunt me
From when I visited
Big Mama Aurelia
Somewhere on the water village of the Grand Bayou
For she announced the end
Of being single
And a time and place
Of happiness
I still cannot see
Where I'll mingle
When Kamadeva will walk in like a proud Captain Jake
And will tempt me to sin
In new
Where's and how's
The what if's and so's
So
Sometimes
I stand dressed in my Mama's old white wedding dress
Looking in my long black and gold mirror
Pleading to know my fate
In what year
Month or day
Will she'll come see me
Before each winter's year ending snow
And whisper
This year
The waiting ends
Josefina
So I can celebrate the overthrow
Of another phase of living in Hades
But until then
I'll just go back to masquerading on my life's only mission
On my heart's crusade
Looking for true love
Before I fade away
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Copyright John Duffy
From Google Plus to here, I've met some wonderful souls.
Thanks for reading.
Salute.
(A lone voice whispers)
Write your words like mesmerising spells
Like
California yellow bells
To bewitch hungry
Eyes that see
Using your incredible
Vocabulary
By all means
And the four types of comprehension
Literal
Interpretive
Critical
And creative
To conjure
Themes
And memes
From the fourth dimension
To enrich jaded eyes
To stimulate weary senses
Send forth your unique voice
Via your prose
To grace unconsciously moving wet lips
With a sweet scent
Of your inner
Red rose
That tempts them
To read on
In their moments of stillness
And you'll realize your love of poetry
May be the missing link
That completes them
Like the three wise men
Who once saw
The shining
Star of Bethlehem
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Copyright John Duffy
The Voice of Solomon
(A lone voice whispers)
Did you know
Something's last through all weathers
In a place
Hidden beyond a star-bridge
Crossed only by souls who choose to step into a mythical endless river called
The Great Confluent
To merge forever
Spinning between worlds
When their Great Wheel
No longer turns
For all things are formed
Linked by a golden cosmic thread
Stemming from Annwn
The First World
To here
Abred
Your World
Then to Gwynvid
The Higher World
And then finally swallowed into Ceugant
The Black Hole
The Forever Land of Dreams
For Ceugant
The Forever Land of Dreams
Like a black hole
Must absorb the ebb and flow
Of all names
And creatures
Filled up with hopes and desire
Lit up by millions of flames By midnight or midday lanterns
As they steer their own wheel
Through the dark blue waters
Of all things that must feel
From Annwn
The First World
The land of spirits and long night
Where they choose
Who or what they'll love to be
The journey
A roadmap of growth
Of darkness and light
Through love
Pain and with a flame lit up by a fire
Summoned
And sealed by a Hippocratic oath
To here
Abred
Your
Now
Reborn on Earth
To try to find beauty
In all they see
Before they expire
And are freed from all forms of
Semantic Encoding
Pure as snow
They're born
Trying to walk clean through the dirt and hurt
Of what they asked for in
Annwn
The First World
Then to Gwynvid
The Higher World
To be judged
In Argentum
The Silver Mirror
On how they steered
Their Great Wheel in Abred
Your now
By The Great Mother in Ceugant
The goddess and link
Of all souls in her primordial sink
The Great In-Between
Where all life returns
To kneel and be judged
In Argentum
The Silver Mirror
When their name
Lit up
By a single flame
Summoned and sealed by a whispered
Hippocratic oath
No longer burns
And their time steering their Great Wheel
On Abred
No longer turns
How do you think you'll fare when looking into
Argentum
The Silver Mirror
Before the Great Mother in Ceugant
Will you pray to return to Annwn
To plan a new roadmap
And be one of Abred's
Many students
Or will you accept your fate and step in the mythical river called
The Great Confluent
And merge into something
That lasts through all weathers
Spinning forever like a comic weathervane
In a place
Hidden beyond a star-bridge
Where there is no more pain?
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Copyright John Duffy
Confluent:
Flowing or coming together.
