Sunday blessings

(A lone voice whispers)

In this maelstrom of life

There's always a way to help sad times end

Just ask for help from family or friends 

So don't just wander lost

Loveless and forgotten by your version of God

That self-indulgent cognitive deep-seated emotion

Has never been a prerequisite 

Bestowed from strange unvisited realms 

From so high above

You just need to embrace all of your carefully camouflaged deep

Compartmentalized scars

To try to find your own Philosopher's Stone

Where it's just brimming with hope

Within your own hidden spiritual development

And maybe forgotten divine love

For it will help to support you 

Whenever you are stuck

Wallowing knee-deep 

In your life's own ever-growing mud

Copyright John Duffy 

The Song of Eeeooo Eeeooo E

 The Song of Eeeooo Eeeooo E

(A lone woman sings)

With your last breath

Of the fading midnight hour

Will you hear with all your powers of the auditory

The musical call of my mystical senryu

Eeeooo Eeeooo E

Eeeooo Eeeooo Eeeooo E

Eeeooo Eeeooo E

From my Bacchic Celebration Towers 

Will you join my unashamed company 

In the swirling dervish mists

Who go past each midnight 

From another realm

Singing and chanting 

Eeeooo Eeeooo E

Eeeooo Eeeooo Eeeooo E

Eeeooo Eeeooo

To join a new world

Of never-ending pleasures

That will forever last

Where sensuous music with wild voices

Will put your soul 

At risk

With its seductive noises

And make it your Fate 

To enter and close its rusty old gates

Forever

Would you join

As they passed

No longer to lament

But to be courageous

To welcome me

To pitch my tent

In your soul 

With powers of enchantment and pleasure 

That will seem 

Heaven sent

A contradiction 

Of above and below

For I know

When all lascivious dreams must go

So shed your hubris and pomposity

As you 

To me

Are led

Chanting my musical

senryu of

Eeeooo Eeeooo E

Eeeooo Eeeooo Eeeooo E

Eeeooo Eeeooo

We pray to

The Golden Goddess of Exiles

Eeeooo Eeeooo E

Eeeooo Eeeooo Eeeooo E

Eeeooo Eeeooo E

To go to a place

Where purple butterflies live forever 

And people never

Die

Eeeooo Eeeooo E

Eeeooo Eeeooo Eeeooo E

Eeeooo Eeeooo

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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A whisper in the night

 Even though

The night is mine

Like the African doe

Who hides behind 

The bushes in the nighttime

In the Kigali

Every breath you take

Every step you make

Even if the moon longer rises

Or the sun goes out

I will be at your side

If you lose hope

With nothing left to cope

I will be at your side

If your life seems empty whilst others seem to have plenty

Pray to me to appear

To wipe away those tears

For I will be at your side

If you need space and time 

To clear your mind

If you need to feel pain

To be reborn again

I will be at your side

If Fate brings you SAD gifts 

Like seasonal affective disorders

From all known states

Or borders

Or people filled with and preaching hate

Call to me

And I will be at your side

For your life is but a brief whisper 

A quick ride in my Ether

A tiny dot on my ethereal map

A made-up wheel

Created by the Babylonians and Egyptians

That can steal all you feel

So know

Your life was never made to live alone

Driven by a ticking wheel

Call to me 

To atone

And I will be at your side

In a flash 

Before your world turns to ash

So my Keeper of the Sacred Keys

Peter 

Can welcome you home

To a wonderful land 

Where you're never alone 

But with all your family and beloved friends

And free spirits as all animals roam

Remember to call to me

So I can be at your side

I'm sure you know my name

For I'm also a child

A son of a God sent to guide

All things in his Ether 

Which collide 

Even the sinful

Who have lied

But more so 

For those who souls

Who have cried

Call to me

For dear reader

Faith always provides

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

The Monologue of the Dagartha

 The Monologue of the Dagartha

(A lone voice whispers)

To you all

From childhood to adulthood 

We the Dagartha

Have been with you 

Just standing hidden unseen

Whispering advice from The grey shadows 

Of the Great In-Between 

Sending words of hope like much-needed sounds from ringing golden bells

From the Eternal Spring

Praying 

You'd see the light and turn away from what's not right 

Or deep sorrow you could awaken

To suffer with

In endless sleepless nights

Under its spell

To get lost in a maze with others 

Blindly walking the path

Of the Forsaken 

So if you want to live in peace and avoid the clutches of hell

To avoid the forsaken pathways filled with grief

Listen to those voices and mine

and embrace their tone

And know

We follow and you're never alone

From the dawn of childhood to adulthood 

Through all mysteries which may try to bind

We guide

For we are the Dagartha

From the Rock and Harbour

The Hidden Wood

Sent to guide

Whoever we could

(C) 

Copyright John Duffy 

Brigid

Brigid

(A lone voice whispers)

Spellbound 

As no more fields are ploughed

Lost in a Cretan labyrinth of the unspoken and untold

Stumbling like a blind man or woman through love's now empty barren playgrounds

As Winters long reach starts to unfold to breach Autumnal walls

While wild valley blackbirds and starling flocks 

Scream and call out in unison at the lack of the rising sun

About the impending icy cold as they fly in the autumnal equinox

With Death lingering

Around

Like black mold

With bony fingers

Rattling without a sound

Awaiting Wintersonnenwende

As daylight recedes

Like one of the Devil's Island 

Condemned 

Spring

The Exalted One,

 

Awaits for her rebirth in a green pod 

Created by her beloved 

God

Trapped deep beneath the cold earth

Lost in a Cretan labyrinth of the unspoken and untold

Before once again 

Being released to

Rebuild the pillars of the earth

With her rebirth 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Wintersonnenwende translates to “winter solstice” in English. 

    

 

Creativity

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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 

The Monologue of Mr Grief

 

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Some people I know 

Like to wear their hearts on their sleeves

And smile at the world

Wherever they go 

It's so much more courageous and revolutionary 

Then I can ever conceive 

I like to keep mine under deep cover so it can recuperate and try to breathe

From all the subtle Kübler-Ross wars, I've recently endured 

As I seek a means to quell all these tragic sensations which must be cured

For I know deep down they need to run their course 

As I lay tapping my feet listening to the bustling wind as it blows yonder 

I always ponder 

The why's and the what for's

The means and themes of all that depressing pain that eventually follows home 

Each time that so delicious memories' tablet I delicately swallow

For I know

Things will never be the same and I take my hat off and bow 

To all those who suffer in silence but smile 

Wherever they go 

As they wear their hearts on their sleeves 

For to little old me

It's just a crazy concept and one I can never believe

For inside now I'm without you

I'll just wander in solitude

Living on my own and some nights when I'm sat alone

In our old home

Sipping lemonade and gin

Thinking about the last time I saw your beautiful face 

Touched your soul as we rolled around playfully

Wrapped up together in twenty-five minutes of sin

We thought would last forever

Until illness came creeping in and called you home

I'll forever just grieve

Walking around

With my heart hidden

Carefully 

Under my sleeves

Copyright John Duffy

A secret one named Yato Norogato Speaks

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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Risk

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Spontaneous poetry

 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