Is this a description of love?

 

Need a prompt?

 Belief in yourself is so important.

If you could write a poem reflecting your reflection in a mirror.

What would you write?

It could be anything. Personality goes way beyond looks. My opinion of course.

Here's my take on a dash of fun for the restless minds, constantly poked by Calliope.

Some call me Ole Smoky 

For I'm 100% all natural

So damn deep 

It's supernatural 

So unique 

I'm unnatural 

For my aura and sense of humor 

Is so inflammable 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Dystopian Dreams

Foundation of the piece.

(Conjured from the Ether, of course)

I was at church recently and the priest said some interesting things, relating to life.

Namely, one of the biggest days of your life, when you're present but not there, is your wake.

What or who would you miss at that moment of self realisation?

(A lone voice whispers)

I still miss you

You know

And all those interesting places you used to take me

Like to Caesars Palace

After our wedding 

To watch boxing 

When the world was covered in snow

Malibu beach

On honeymoon 

Where in that hot shade

Out of sight 

Your soft lips 

Tasted my soul

As it preached

New sermons from your mouth

As your hand travelled south

All those tantalising things 

And so much more

But since I left

When God opened that heavenly door

I die silently inside 

A thousand times a second

As my broken heart roars

Like Shakespeare's Romeo when he too

Crossed over in death

Whenever I look at your beautiful reflection 

In my black scrying mirror 

And think of all those precious things

I can't do together

Anymore 

With my old life's torchbearer

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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Lucy

 Foundation of the piece.

Mother's play such an integral, important part of a child's early life. And expands into everything else.

If you're lucky.

This piece is just a simple representation of that lasting legacy.

Did your mother leave a secret room in your heart, where she still lives?

Title:

Lucy

(A lone voice whispers)

I once held tightly

With small arms

 

A white candle that burnt with the heavenly perfume of total joy

Loved lighting and embracing its light whenever she called around

My mother

Lucy 

To my bedroom to tell me such remarkable childhood stories

Hold my hand

When I was her little boy

When Love burnt so bright

And that flame seemed to last throughout 

Every long scary night

But now that heavenly flame no longer burns

For to Heaven's Great Gates

She has returned

So here I am

In Saint Paul's

Lighting a votive candle

This Sunday

As I enter its four alabaster walls

For even though my white candle has gone out

And the long nights 

Seem so much more darker

Our deep love forever takes a more profound meaning 

Whenever I see her beautiful face 

In our favourite silver Elsa Peretti picture frame

We picked together last May 

On the twenty-first 

At Tiffany & Co

When my wife and I covered her 

In our pink and blue wedding confetti 

The first lady to love me when God sent me

To go 

Face the trials and tribulations 

That comes with living on the earthly plane

And now that deep love resonates and vibrates into oblivion 

For even though she had to depart 

She now lives forever in a secret room

In the centre of our beating hearts

Proudly smiling and watching 

Me and my Kelley

As our 

love for us

And her

Like an eternal white rose

Too Blooms

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

The Call of The Demerge

 

The Msula

 A poetic monologue for the inquisitive.

Title:

The Msula 

(A lone voice whispers)

Have you worn one of those old red coats yet

The one given by one of the invisible Riders in the silent night

The Msula

Who knows when your libido's getting wet

For the first time 

A coat filled with holes and tears

From someone else

Who no longer needs one to wear

A symbol of hopes and dreams

Sometimes in vain

For wearing it spiritually doesn't mean love will remain 

And it may even bring you pain

But have you worn one like I once did 

When I was a kid

When I felt my heartbeats rise like the early morning sunrise 

The weight and happiness tied together within a red ribbon of bliss 

In that first kiss

Then the solitude

Way after

But I still wore it proudly looking for its twin

Another red coat wearer 

With tears and holes

Frayed seams

But still keen

It's how I found my Mary before her coat was taken back 

By one of the Riders in the silent night

The Msula

When she died

To be given to another new land walker

To feel the anxiety, concern, difficulty, duty, hardship, load, onus, responsibility, strain, task, tax, trouble, worry. 

And dissatisfaction that comes from wearing it

But also how all those burdens are extinguished in the bliss of that first kiss

Oh, how I miss her

Now I'm 89

But a Night Rider appeared to me late last night 

Said 

Write your last thoughts down Henry

Your time with the red coat is nearly over

I'll be coming for it tomorrow before you crossover

So tear a hole in the fabric 

And pull at the seams

When you can see it before you go to Mary 

In The Great In-Between 

You see the holes and tears add to the magical essences 

Of wearing one of our holy gifts 

For it helps keep the hope for love present 

When all seems lost 

And helps to find the twin coat of the new wearer

Just like you and how you found your Mary

Guided by one of us

The Old Fairies 

So before I go 

Wear yours proudly

Be kinder and

Vibrate higher 

And if you already haven't found your twin red coat wearer 

Just know 

The Riders in the silent night

The Msula

Will soon find its twin and introduce your heart to heavenly choruses of hallelujah's

In the form of a new love 

 

So good night and good luck

For I can just see my beloved Mary in the distance calling 

Standing beside one of the Night Riders

The forever smiling 

Msula

As the moon and stars above seem to start falling 

(C) Copyright John Duffy 

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Rebirth

The human experience has always intrigued, and formed the foundation stone of these monologues. In poetic form.

I create.

This is but another.

Salute.

Have you walked through hell to find your own piece of heaven?

Title:

Rebirth

(A lone voice whispers)

Consumed by times long reach

My old love now walks on a new beach

No more Greenwich Village walks

Trips downtown to Manhattan

No more listening to Van Morrison on a hot Sunday afternoon 

Drinking cold lemonade 

In the shade 

As passing yellow butterflies played 

Smiling in unison 

Watching the local ice cream van sound its arrival

With that particular catchy tune

Or reading Dostoevsky 

Page by page 

Aloud or creating poetry

Together

I guess 

Looking back with my rose-tinted glasses taken off 

It was like a prophecy in the Book of Revelations

To find heaven,

You must first face hell

Walk through the oncoming Apocalypse

Breathe in the final moments of despair 

See your once bright sunflower wither and float away 

To some sacrificial altar where they all go

Drawn by a dark power

Down some old black as death itself river

For like the Lotus flower 

We sometimes need to grow in the sludge 

To bloom

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Paradisus (L)

Consciousness and unconsciousness

Rests in peace

Tranquility flows internally

© John Duffy 

 

Existentialism in the 21 Century

I don't usually add people on social media randomly

For in time

I know

I

Me or you

Would truly miss 

So enjoy this

Our own connective gif

(C) Copyright John Duffy