. Poetry from The Great In-Between

Saturday, September 21, 2024

The Eulogy Letter

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What would your eulogy letter say?


Although I leave

Behind


So many to grieve

Please don't cry


For I have loved my beautiful life

And have no fear to die


For through faith

I know 


Angels with bright wings

With turtle-doves

That sing


Will find me

To guide me


Beyond the clouds of this world's largest sky


Way past Saturn Rings


For my heart is clear

And filled with all the wonderful things 


I hold dear

Like you all


My family and friends 

So hold on to your sad tears


This is not the end


For I have danced hand in hand with love 


In the early morning rain

And sunshine 

 

Savored its sweet taste and pain 

In my beating chest as my heart pined


Kissed and fought 

For peace

For the oppressed 


With all the many buttons 

I could find 

To press


So of me do not cry

For fear of death 


No fear 

Have I


For my God 

Now waits for me


Smiling 

Beaming 

In the shadows


By the silver gates


In the eternal green redeeming meadows


So take this

As my final kiss 

Goodbye


My eulogy letter 


For remember 

When you hear this


Trust me

Good friends and true love

Never die


And knowing

Loving and seeing

You all 


Has been my utmost pleasure 


And I can only hope and pray  

You'll keep doing your best in some way 


Therefore, in closing


Good night and

God bless 


Remember me

Just another loved one


Walking to find their salvation 

In the Holy Sea


(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Thursday, September 19, 2024

The Calling

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(A lone voice whispers)


Run to me

My only love


Through all of your life's wild woods


To reach my secret mountain glade

To where I'm stood


Waiting

Like a lone ash tree


Come to your destiny 

As I stand chanting 

In my circle of salt


Sending out spells in poetry

To enchant and call to you

Each night


Even when you prayed


A part of me still waits in those dark woods 


In the deep unconscious recesses of your mind


Just hidden in the green ivy and shade


Where your deepest desires are confined and waylaid 


Will you surrender and just come to me


For I will build inside you a new spiritual temple

With tender soft hands


A red beating altar

As its centrepiece


Filled with love's marching band's 

To absolve all your fears


So search for me

In those unconscious recesses of your mind


Just hidden in the green ivy and shade


Where your deepest desires are confined and waylaid 


To come to a new church 

To be baptised and ordained


Walk through all that ceremonial smoke that chokes


Past the enticing pit fires

Surrounded and lit by temptations


Many crowds of enticing chanting liars


When you hear 

Me calling


"De prisa, queda poco tiempo"


(Hurry, there is little time left)


"De prisa, queda poco tiempo"


To finally cross the wet sands and swim through the dark waters


To defeat 

Death


To reach my mountain woodland glade

Inside


Where we can finally dance freely in glee 


Amongst the deadly nightshade


And face the rise of the Full Winter Moon


Totally unafraid

Like Adam and Eve


As the rest of the world

Is falling


Manipulated by those indentured politicians and news presenters 


Who like to gaslight and deceive


Wearing expensive suites and dolman white sleeves


(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Wednesday, September 18, 2024

Remember Me


 Remember me

My Elysee


In the low hours


When you are weak 

And have lowered

Your powerful barriers


For it's then I can only be seen


Remember me

As that tsunami of furious fire


That once reenergized you

In those dark years


When you were alone and tired


To be wholly free


Remember me

By looking at my picture


Your now favourite 

Black and white one I sent you

As my holy scripture


That you'll only need


Remember me when you are old 


Standing brightly as the early morning sun 


In the darkness of old age


Even though your beloved memories are getting cold


Before God turns your page


So you can fade away

To join me 


As the hours and seconds

Run away 


Remember me

So I may stay

In some strange spiritual way


To give you comfort


Until you too are recalled

To float away

Someday


Remember me

My poetic love 

So I can come to you


In dreams


Walking down to find you

Through the ethereal blue rivers and green


Underground streams 


To reach you to swim

Together 

Reunited

 

In the Holy Sea

Until the early morning sunrise


Remember me

As your true spiritual devotion


Who you never met in physical flesh


But one

Who wrote down 

In his pre-life road map


With his spirit guide

In another

Far away nation


"I want to meet someone so extraordinary 


Someone worldwide


Who will show me such poetic wonders" 


"That my heart will open up its velvety doors and ask to be possessed as it pleads to confess


Before I once more walk 

In these heavenly tides

Of the Holy Sea"


And then I suddenly met you


Mesmerised 

By all

I could see


So that's why I pray

For you 

Each night


So you'll remember me

As I wait here


Walking barefoot and alone

In the swirling tides

Of The Holy Sea


Waiting 

for the one

I once wrote down before I was born


Now known

As Elysee


The only one I'll ever need


(C)

Copyright John Duffy


Monday, September 16, 2024

Peace


(A lone voice whispers)

In the lower levels of spiritual existence 

We once roamed
Alone and lonely

Forlornly
Looking for true love

And all its mysterious emotional energy

Hidden away 
In our empty homes

And like a red rose 
Blooming in a garden of thorns

I found you
Like a rare diamond amongst the coal

Blowing your triumphant golden horn

We danced
Sang and laughed together

And our happiness seemed forever

But Fate
That unseen handler of so many

From The Great In-Between
Intervened

Then you were once more lost 

The ever-expanding sea
 From dark shores

Had reached us and you were beached

Somewhere 
Between

Where and there
Between us

But
Regret is a grey smoke 
I will never breathe

Pain 
A tablet of separation
I will never take

For our life
Together although short

Will vibrate
Throughout my eternity 
Forever

For memories make a person once broken 

Smile filled with happy thoughts
Though unspoken

For pain and regret are always blowing like hungry

Vampiric seeds in the loose winds

Hoping to take root and grow in the garden of sad hearts

Which invite them in

Sadness found in regret and pain 

Should be cleansed by remembering

All those happier times 

For that's how I remain
Profound

For even though now
My old love and me

Don't share the same
Common ground

Like
Rose DeWitt Bukater and Jack Dawson
In that famous Titanic ending scene

We'll dance forever 
Together
 
In my dreams

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

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Autumnal Whispers

 Autumnal Whispers 



Autumnal darkness comes like a favourite old friend 


In this

The longest of nights

In September 


Creeping in like a Mesopotamia creeping mist 


Like one remembered 

While the rest of the world is sleeping 


Depriving me of sleep

Underneath its meager grey skies


As weather chimes

Overcast


Cry

Sing and whistle

In rhyme 


O Lord,

Hear my cry


On your

Most High


Open up my soul contract

And declare by your decree

My freedom is still intact


My freedom to find my Lucinda


The girl who once gave me her number 

A while back


Only to lose me and our whispered pact


By the strike of your thunder


Hear me

O Mighty Lord


In this Autumnal hour


Cut the cord 

Cut the cord


So I can leave this memory place 

Of smoke and ash


So I can just run

To find her with all my remaining power


But in these low whispers 

In the deep depths


I feel the vibrational presence of viewers


So here's to you


You 

The bohemians 

Eccentrics originals and mavericks


The kingdom builders of visual worlds that shine through 


Using the power and brilliance of inspired words and fluted thoughts


I pray with you to stay

Like my beloved Lucinda 

In memories


You 


The Ones

That has the brilliance of words and fluted thoughts 


Only you

I can praise


You


The searchers

Creator's


Poetic

Time abusers


Be free and never 

Bought


(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Saturday, September 14, 2024

The Wastelands of Shibboleth.

 Foundation of the piece:


Do those we lose, watch and wait?


What do you think?


Title:



The Wastelands of Shibboleth. 


(A lone voice whispers)


These nights are so long 


Now that I've crossed this dark sea with the child of Erebus


Singing

The Coming Home

Song


To a land undreamed of


But I sometimes 

Wonder 


Do you still miss me

My only love


Now that we're both free


For I'll still love you 

As long as The Hurrian Hymn is played 


Even as long 

As heartfelt prayers are made


To the peaks of the highest snow-covered mountains 


And into the deep depths

Of Agartha 

Hidden Fountains


My soul may be unreachable


And out of sight

Every night


Brought about by our Lord and Grace


By always remember 

I'm here


Just waiting in a pristine white room

In a unique place


Where 

Through my obsidian scrying glass


I can still see 

Your beautiful face


By sun and moon

Rain or shine


Fire or candlelight


To love you

Is all I now have 


To carry me through these endless nights


In these Barren Lands


To remind me

You were once mine


An even though

I've taken my last breath


When Deaths Messenger

Charon called


I'll still love you through all the tragedies


As 

Thane of Glamis

Loved his Lady Macbeth 


For sometimes faith in love 

Is all you can use


When you have nothing left 

To lose


So when God

Bade me take my last breath


With a wave of his hand

Like Nero of Rome


So I could hear the child of Erebus


Singing

The Coming Home

Song



I made his messenger

Titan promise


I shall see you better

Even after death


When you join me here

In Shibboleth


The Wastelands 


Filled with those

No longer wearing flesh 


(C)

Copyright John Duffy


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Argento

 



(A lone voice whispers)


In this new spiritual war, 

I've searched


So many once long forgotten rooms 


Hidden in this cathedral of my mind


My old worldly kingdom


Looked in faded memory tombs


For freedom


Visited death and birth

Laughter and mirth


Mementos of life on Earth 


Endless light

And dark cloaks


Worn by

Recollections

Of folks


Invoked


Now 

I'm here 

 

Standing like a lighthouse 


Before all the oncoming

All consuming darkness 


By this 

Always burning 

Old Oak tree


The only truths

I now know


Sharpened by the Blacksmiths 


Of Time's

Anvils


As it flows

Like poetry by

Oscar Wilde


And it's why 

My soul


Now bleeds

In rhymes and cries 


Looking down to the walking flesh coffins

Beyond 


Filled to the brim

With greed and sin


Just awaiting a home

When gravediggers


Are summoned 

By lone priests


To dig


I've watched love turn to hate and burnt to ash 


As foolish lovers

Took the Devil's cold cash


Looked upon empty bedrooms 


As angels were cast out by new practices

From loving homes


Seen red roses

Crushed in concrete

To never regrow 


As their leaves 

Withered in sorry defeat

In the ethereal snow


Saw Straw Men

In red clouds 


Ride in

Smiling


To rain down on those 

Praying to sin


But through it all


No matter how many

Pieces have to fall


The only truth that matters


Is to have faith

In whatever religion 

You believe in


To break the bullpen 

 

So You'll know when to protect yourself 


To never choke again


For one day 

We


The true believers

Will stand 


Shoulder to shoulder

Arm in arm


And sing this

Our battle song 


O LORD

O LORD


Keep us

Safe

O LORD


Safe

O LORD

From the wicked 

Places


O LORD


Protect us from storms of violence 


O LORD


By planners

Hiding 

In the silence


O LORD

O LORD


Come our Way

For

You are the Way


The way to

The Ford


So 

Hear us

O LORD


So

Hear us

O LORD


Glory Glory

Hallelujah


O LORD


Glory Glory

Hallelujah 

 

Do you believe 

You'll stand and sing


Arm in arm

When the Great Tribulation 


Comes and

Begins


I hope so

For when the trials of sin come


I'll look for you 

To take 

Your arm


To sing our marching song as the great purge begins


To the sound of beating drums


O LORD

O LORD


Keep us

Safe

O LORD


Safe

O LORD

From the wicked 

Places


O LORD


Protect us from storms of violence 


O LORD


By planners

Hiding 

In the silence


O LORD

O LORD


Come our Way

For

You are the Way


The way to

The Ford


So 

Hear us

O LORD


So

Hear us

O LORD


Glory Glory

Hallelujah


O LORD


Glory Glory

Hallelujah 

 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

 

Thursday, September 12, 2024

Señora Desamor: Lady Heartbreak


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(A lone voice whispers)


I can always remember the first time I met her


Dancing wearing blue roller skates to Disco Inferno


In Studio 54

In 77'


All dressed in white satin 


I should have known 

Deep down what would happen


She'd put me under her emotional spell

Like an angel sent from Heaven 


Then invite me later

Like a concierge

Into here


Heartbreak Hotel 


Where the broken go to rebel and scream


In their cells


As She watches and

Absorbs the sights and smells 


While lost souls like us

Kneel plead and yell


Burn baby

Burn


So it must be true what some say


That if you're eager to learn about or taste a touch of hell


Take a sip of love's crimson waters 

From her deep well


To fall under her spell


(C)

Copyright John D 


Señora Desamor: Lady Heartbreak


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Propaganda

 


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Foundation of the piece:


Do you trust everything media companies broadcast?



(A lone voice whispers)


Let that balloon of propaganda and conditioned hate go


So it can disappear and fade like winter snow


Like when Spring comes

Marching in 


With her army of green 

Called Rebirth


To fire life-giving bullets from their green guns 


Into the Earth


As She watches and speaks in tongues 


To embrace the sounds of your own souls redemption drums


When that time 

Finally comes


For even the blind get led by the blind


Cleverly played by those 

Who cast mind spells to bind


So let that balloon float away


Filled with verses that once swayed


Starting today


Therefore, in closing 

Listen carefully what newscasters say


For all words are spells

Particularly poetry


Don't get given a dark balloon of hate by Spellcasters


With minds

Bought with silver pieces of eight


To cast mind spells to bind 

To subjugate


Who are always lying in wait


Smiling sitting in this interconnected world 


Just bought and paid for 

To manipulate 


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


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Tuesday, September 10, 2024

The Monologue of the Vampire who changed his name to Dorian Gray

 

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(A lone voice whispers)


I've seen crazy things

Mortal man should never see


Done and experienced acts of such depravity in candle lit 


Incense filled bedrooms

And chambers


Secrets

I'll take when I'm called to the tomb


Sailed in slow-moving ships and endless 

Wet hips around the world


Not just in this

My present life


But many more

Past lives


Entered dark places of depravity


Straight ones wouldn't enter or drink in 


Fearing the call of serving the Countess of all Sin


For eternity 


But now I feel Death wanting to take this life alongside all I love


For I feel him looking in my secret scrying mirror 


Smiling like Michael Angelo with his bony hands by his side


Tapping in rhythm 

The Marching Days Are Over


But with my silent heart now asking 


Was it worth it

All that excessiveness and scandal 


As we sit on this last mountain of Goodbyes


Not feeling the warmth of this purple-repentance candle


On my cold and calculating mind


Her bright light

The one from so long ago


Strikes my amygdala

Like an arrow fired by Sitting Bull


From an acute angle

Deep into my skull 


And as her sweet memories fill my immortal cup


From my first love


I know why I won't accept Deaths offer and be culled


For to drink all that this life and future lives offers


I'll take everything in her memory and will never stop


As I wade knee-deep

Through its fast flowing waters


Looking for more lambs

Ready to slaughter 


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


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