(A lone voice whispers)
Owner of my thoughts
A woman who can be never bought
Beauty who sleeps in a white room
Deep in my soul
With a love that never grows old
Owner of soft hands to ravish to banish the winter's cold
A love song
Incarnated in flesh
With dark looks to haunt you
Until you are old
Oh how I love you so
And carry your picture
In my top pocket
Everywhere
I go
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
(A lone voice whispers)
In these dark times
Of bombs dropping
Keep your faith
As
Some politicians and countries
In hidden
Silence
Gather to
Pray for war and violence
In uneven lines
With a version of Caiphas
The dark priest
From the mythical Lost City of Dis
In The Far East
Praying the world
Tastes a Malebolge sour kiss
But what the sowers of scandal and their many followers
Of the Three-Headed Beast
Will soon know
They risk
Living by The Great Lake of Cocytus
Within the gateway to a soulless Judecca
Floating in the dark wells of fire and ice
To be with their God
Who pays with cursed gold
In the form of all you desire
Only to entrap those into sin
To burn
In the eternal fire
As the Great Battle
Continues
Into eternity
As the bombings
Begin
While angels
Of Light
Led by Archangel Michael
Slowly
Win
In long nights
So jeep your faith
For the Darkness
And its followers on crusade
Will soon
Fade
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
( A lone voice whispers)
Are you good in spirit
Kind and filled with compassion
Or do you want to join the horde
And beg for an epiphany from our lord
For I've seen
The newly indentured
Stand
Crying
Like forever
In this endless rain
On this unhallowed sand
In this no man's land
When they realise their holy dreams have died
In pain
In reflective wet
Puddles
Seen hearts once made out of stone
Torn out of cold sides
And laid
By the wayside
As lost souls
Daily
Struggled
As the Watchers
Beyond the Great Shadows
In their hundreds
Smiled and chuckled
At the newly condemned
As they suffered
Seen Antediluvian Kings
Of once great renown
Fall and kneel
And curse the black sky
Using every known verb to implore how they feel
Watched cities
Of the wailing
In their numbered caves
Plead for forgiveness
Like the 72
Imprisoned by King Solomon's seal
All this I've seen
And so much more
But amongst these mists
A new seat
In one of our caves
Always awaits
Its number for the
Newbie
On that door
Is always eight
Covered in a million old etched in names
It could carry your name
Like mine
Into oblivion
But if you still feel the compulsion
To do what's right
To walk the good walk
Who knows
We The Mytakiia
The followers of the slow path to salvation
Might never see you
On any given night
In these grey land
Of wailing and pain
To stand like
Those lost
Like us
Before the centuries of pleading our case
The wailing multitude
We call the Profane
Who stand still crying into the endless rain
Asking for forgiveness
From a higher power
Of no name
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
(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
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The Song of Eeeooo Eeeooo E
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(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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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
(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)
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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)
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