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Foundation of the piece:
Do poets write, regardless of an audience, but just for the privilege of eliciting a response, in just someone?
Title:
Creativity
(A lone voice whispers)
Is poetry like hearing drums
Announcing your stories which must be spun
Even if only
Your readers
Numbers
Are just
1
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
In the eternal battle between the Light and Dark
To defeat the metaphorical slugs that surround you and wait so quietly and patiently
In black uneven lines
Who pine
The slow but sure followers of a second eternal Father called Darkness
Who hides behind the worlds worst headlines
Trying stealthily to invade your Circle of Happiness
You must use whatever your Allegiance as an unspoken Magical Charm
To protect your Angelic Stillness
By wielding your Devotion as your Salt Circle
In an unbreakable Sword of Conjured Silver
To hold back the Dark Hordes
Imbued with your Virtues as your Mighty Defender
To protect your Family
Friends
Hopes and Dreams
For at the Core
Stripped bare
That's all
Whatever your calling
That's been already planted as a Trinity of Divine Seeds
Within us all
That we'll ever need
In which we can trust
Before we turn to dust
And return to the Universes never-ending cathedrals
Of ever-expanding atoms
As we are once again forced to kneel in submissive acquiescence
When Death visits and we are then crushed
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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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
