Social Media

 Is to write for public consumption

A call to attract members of The Querulous Tribe?

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

What does it mean to be querulous?

Meaning of querulous in English

Often complaining, especially in a weak high voice

Writer's Block

Forever Young

Frustrated and

Abandoned by words and verbs

Like Julius Caesar who once left Cossutia

The writer pined 

And put on a Bob Dylan record 

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Friendship

 Sunny Sonia Something to make you smile 😉 

I once knew 

A beautiful girl from Stainforth

Called Sonia 

When I was free and young

She was tall and blonde

With a mischievous glint in her eyes.

That whispered 

“See me

For who I am

Miss Independent and for I'm so strong”

We smiled in class

Laughed

While having such crazy fun

And now that life 

And many years have run

We still love each other 

As friends. 

Like in the beginning 

In youth

When we first met

Remembering

When we were free and young

Smiling in class

Laughing 

And having such crazy fun

And that's why my Sonia 

The beautiful strong 

Young girl 

I first met

When I was young.

You'll always be my special friend, 

My precious number one

Because 

Seeing your wide smile 

Always 

Takes me back to carefree days

When life was free 

Pain free and fun 

Xxx

(C)

 John Duffy

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Mortality

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 Foundation of the piece.

A theme many don't consider until it's too late.

People taking people for granted, thinking they'll be around forever.

Title:

Mortality 

(A lone voice whispers)

My name doesn’t matter

Only one question matters

Who would you really miss

If you could only give them

One last mortal goodbye kiss, tomorrow 

Which one of your family

Friends or relatives 

All beloved folks in your Houses of Representatives

Would leave you wallowing in true sorrow?

For as true as the cock crows 

No-one is promised a date with Lady Tomorrow 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Have you ever been in love?

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Salute.

Lucid Dreaming

I dreamt I was once a priest

And holding a sermon was always my calling

Especially to help those in the dark

Lonely and alone

Who feel like they are

Forever 

Falling 

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Based on a lucid dream.

Vague details are below!

I dreamt I was in a gigantic church.

Like a football theater. Dressed like a priest.

Another priest introduced me.

Asked if anyone had any questions for our new speaker of the night?

A lady then stood up, reading her question from a book regarding sin.

I answered. 

Something like this to that lady and that gigantic audience.

Everyone sins at some level, for only one man was perfect. 

And if we show remorse

humility and a form of reconciliation with God again, for our transgressions 

We still have a chance to dance in heaven.

I went on to explain I have no formal training. Don't know hymns by heart but hear God everyday as I pray

Then the dream ended with the priest encouraging the audience to stand and clap.

Lucid dreaming is said, by some, to project your soul into other realities, you exist within.

Could I be a priest in another alternative reality?

Maybe it's true. 

Quantum physics are undoing a lot of previously unknown mysteries.

The strange laws of synchronicity might be at play.

A few years ago, I was asked to start my own online church.

Would you listen to one of my sermons 🙏🎈? 

Sending best wishes to my silent viewers.

Mr John Duffy 

Priest in another realm

The Nightwalker

 The Nightwalker

(A lone voice whispers)

They 

Call me Ramon

The nightwalker looking for her

The one who summons me with her faint calls of

Dépêche-toi mon amour

Dépêche-toi mon amour

(Hurry up my love)

And when I finally appear

She disappears smiling and whispers

Pas ce soir mon amour, laisse le grand jeu continuer. 

Cette poursuite passionnante est tout ce que nous avons maintenant. 

Ne gâchons pas ce rêve mystique de The Great In-Between.

Que la poursuite continue.

(Not tonight my love, let the great game continue. 

This thrilling chase is all we now have. 

Let's not spoil this mystical dream from The Great In-Between.

Let the chase continue.)

And then slowly glides like a vampire clad in black and gold

With long crow black hair 

To where I can never go

As I lament with

Tasanna

O, my love

My Lylak Queen

O, my love

A potent power of living

Breathing carnal sin

Born from the Babylonian bloodlines

Freed once more

By the Deep Well

To entice 

All in view 

Who dare pine

To be put under

Your spell

When you arrive

Like a new Cleopatra 

Dressed to the nines

In gold and diamonds

It's why I always wait

Like a faithful follower

Forever in the shadows

Hidden on the sidelines

For how can I win

Against such a goddess of potent sin

Elusive

So intoxicatingly 

Seductive

I feel blessed by Pāgānus

If Pāgānus was a god

For I'd walk the two hundred miles of

The Four Pillars of Zanzibar

To see your smile

Swim in the hazardous Pele Waters

At dusk

Just for a taste

Of your sensuous hypnotic musk

For obsession is a crazy horse to ride 

To dark places

Where low men scoop fire into their laps

Praying their clothes will not get burnt

As they wander 

Lost 

Like Bedouin Prince's

In the deserts of the mind

Walking the wet shores 

Of the Lylak

Looking forever 

For your silhouette

Never to ask for help 

Or to go back

It's why I wait

Here

In The Great In-Between

Fearful of abandonment 

Since the first day 

We met

For chasing a love like yours

Is like playing a crazy game with Diablo

Like Russian Roulette

Sometimes as I hear 

The footsteps

Of another arrival 

And when the Great Golden Trumpet blows

In that moment 

I always wonder

Is that your omnipotent power

With one kiss

Is one doomed to chase

And

Cursed to crave

To never forget 

To then ride to 

The wet shores of the Lylak 

To dark places

Where low men scoop fire into their laps

Praying their clothes will not get burnt

As their souls

Cry out in thirst

Dépêche-toi mon amour

Dépêche-toi mon amour

Hurry up my love 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

 The Nightwalker

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Tenebris Oculi (L) AKA Mr. Dark Eyes

 A long occult gift for the inquisitive

Tenebris Oculi (L) AKA Mr. Dark Eyes

(A lone voice whispers) 

To all the mysterious souls just lost beyond my second sight and long reach

Maybe even you

Who are perhaps my number 2 from a pack of 7

Hiding somewhere unknown in Father Time's long silver grass

Watching my every move like Loki the Norse Raven

Lying scattered across all the oceans and before all the greatest of Antarctic lakes

Below (אֱלָה)

Quietly reading this and trying to compose inspired poetry

Beseeching your inner mind's great portico to quickly open

And spill forth

Secretive words only once whispered long ago and spoken in the darkest of carved out corridors 

Celebrating the Festival of Karneia on the Fourth

By the Pythia to bathe within its spectacular potency

In ancient Apollo's candlelit yellow temples in Pompeii

In cold winters nights

May these channelled words find a way 

To weave a magical spell to beguile your own inquisitive mind and everlasting soul 

To be slowly opened up with Apollo's ritual athame 

Carving poetry with Apollo's knife into your deep mind many kingdoms 

Everywhere you go

For you to then find the courage to breach your own inner great gates

To finally find and drink from that mystical ever-flowing well 

Found in the centre of all things 

To know how infectious Apollo's power is

Beyond those inner great gates

By only the true believers like maybe you and the many seekers of the profound truths 

Found 

In linking expressive verbs like daisy chain necklaces

Seeking to taste whatever their spirits really desire and then hoping to hold their nerve

And make the return journey home

Filled and sated 

With smiling faces

Wildly mentally dancing to a new sound

Announcing the arrival of their life's only holy obligation

Like a true gift at Christmas 

To then write profusely 

Be it at midnight or throughout the long days

Recalling and narrating the many sacred strands 

And complex explorations of the many layers of human emotions 

From Love

Hate

Life and Death

And whatever else

That comes smiling or snarling their way

From those just hidden beneath all blue and green seas

The Great Old Ones

In the deep depths 

Of the Final Abyss 

Hidden somewhere in the fluctuating waves of the Fram Strait

A passageway taken by those who deep dream 

Seeking that rare gift

Somewhere in the deep of the Arctic Ocean

Seeking their own Beginning

A journey into the deepest depths of poetry also known as The Exposition

For within that setting

At that time and place

They build like master masons

Characters and plots to beguile the watching world like a reborn Dante Alighieri

An occult philosophical theory found in the foundation stones of music and stories 

Poetry

Awaiting to be consumed by a new Adam and Eve

In the form of a tempting rust red cherry

Escribe como debes No dejes que tus expresiones se conviertan en polvo.

Write as you you should. Don't let your expressions turn to dust

(C) 

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Revelations

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 An ode to that deep inside, which carries and leads us, towards the light.

If we try to do what's right.

Salute. 

Have a great Monday.

Title:

Revelations

(A lone voice speaks from The Great In-Between)

Have you ever really thought

How delicate yet courageously brave your eternal soul must be 

As it swims daily

Upstream 

Conquering painful struggles 

Day and night

Heartbroken dreams 

and encountering 

obstacles and people

As they come into sight

All frayed at the seams

In the deep sludge 

Of humanity's soul purging Black Sea

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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