A dash of fun on a wet Monday
A lone guitarist sings
Are you
Are you
Picking pears
From the poetry tree
Are you
Are you
Picking pears
From the poetry tree
Expressing
All you could be
Are you
Are you
Walking through life's wild woods
Embracing all you could be
As you
Pick pears
From the poetry tree
Sharing your love of words
For all
Who could read
To see
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
(A lone voice whispers)
Every day, do people look for a life-changing truth but has it become commercial
A new rehearsal by an old hidden hand
For that truth,
The real truth
Is it hidden throughout the land
And is the soul indentured at birth to conform to its new norm
To never see it
But is the human experience
Stripped down to its essential form
Does it have its own unique voice
Light and sound
A soul
Not indentured to wander around self-blinded
If it pauses in a commercialised world to look around
Not indentured to not
learning to read or speak its own inner language
For a lifetime of reading thousands of books
Will not give us the truth
Some are looking for in a quest of soul reshaping
We can only be guided by living life through better eyes
Before we all die
And is that why you're here
Because you love writing or reading poetry
Because it's your soul speaking and expressing its true inner language
As it overcomes indentured barriers of fears
For some say the greater part of the soul lies outside
Not inside the body
In a simple truth called soul waking
Experiencing all we meet
Before our time as human beings is retaken
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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(A lone voice whispers)
There's a hidden secret room I go to
In my cathedral of dreams
Whenever I sleep
Where a white candle burns
In The Great In-Between
As Yesterday lives wild
Fed on memories and crawls up and down
The broken walls
While favourite ones
Stand up tall
And in amongst the grey clutches of Yesterday
There in the middle
Amongst the cobwebs and ivy
The weeds and bits of creeping moss
Is my old shrine
To all I've lost
A long time ago
That shrine once as white as snow
But now grey
It shines and gleams
With mystical glee
As Yesterday
Crawls up and down the walls
Like a banshee
Wearing a black shawl
In its centre
Made of now dull silver
On its table
Is a black and white picture left by Yesterday
For me to remember
The only love who kept me stable
Lost in December
And as I pause
And Yesterday
Feeding on memories
Stop's climbing the walls
I hear her sweet husky voice over the top of my beating heart
It breaches the weed filled nooks and crannies
Cools my fast flowing bloodstream
Then in that moment climbing through the atoms of that sparse air
Comes her perfume drifting
From somewhere
A much loved fragrance from the past
Filled with sweet moments as I remember I prayed would last
Then Yesterday moves
And the scent is gone
The voice disappears
And in that room of no living creature
Where I sometimes appear
To remember
Yesterday's memories
Which I hold dear
That white candle
in its centre
On that table
Burns brighter each year
On the 28 of December
When I return to remember
My beloved Lucinda
Who I lost
One fatal day in winter
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Foundation of the piece:
Have you met someone special, but circumstances prevent you from taking things, forward?
Cataclysmic Dreams
(A lone voice whispers)
Sometimes in the early morning breeze
As the world is slowly
Waking and yawning
In deep delicious dreams
Dressed from head to toe
In blue and green
You come strolling in
Wearing glorious white satin
Appearing
Through a portal
From The Great In-Between
Walking in
Like a beautiful young Cleopatra
My alpha and omega
Where we then
Hand in hand
Lay in a field of yellow hay
As wild horses around us
Neigh and play
Looking deeply into each other's eyes
As twin
Eagles above us
Circle and play
As the watching the world goes by
Slowly
Fading away
Thinking
Why are some circumferences so unfair
That you can't have some fun
With your heart's true love
But only in dreams
Before your real life is run
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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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
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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
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
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
