The Oracle in the Mists

 The Oracle in The Mists 

(A lone voice whispers)

Oh, poets who write by pen or quill 

Young or old

Hear me

Does the long night bring stories of the new 

Or memories of the old

Creeping in

Calling to be written by you 

By the Eternal Temptress

Hiding somewhere 

Supernatural in the cold 

On some unseen Capital Hill 

Do you bind them up by your will 

Like a chained up Prometheus

To your wild green 

Hills of Creativity 

Hold them to account like a reborn form of Socrates

Before releasing them through your choice of quill

Until they can whisper no more when they are spilled

To be still

And lay satisfied and sated

Asleep for ages

Like an insomniac after taking a strong sleeping pill

On some pages

Until those  

New or old voices

Waiting and whispering 

Out in the cold

Call no more

But watch like sirens 

Watching Ulysses 

Standing on your luscious green hills of creativity 

Bound by your will

Waiting for your sympathetic ear

Day and night

All year round 

On the wet slippery shores

Of your minds

Right Hemisphere 

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The right hemisphere controls creativity, spatial ability, artistic, and musical skill.

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Libertas

 Libertas

(A lone voice whispers)

Some say to be free

And avoid being played 

By anyone or anything 

Consumed and discarded like a cheap bottle of lemonade 

By the charge of those drinking warm bottles of Kool-Aid 

From their brown bag of tricks 

You have to open your eyes real wide to see

To try to see what they plan and say in the shade

To see what they really know and places they go

To hear the true sounds of the bells they ring

And in that moment 

As you watch with bright eyes aglow

To hear what songs they sing

As their record plays 

You will know where their loyalties lay

And know

If you're being played or betrayed 

By those dark souls

Who hide 

Like members of The Lost Crusade 

Amongst the dark shadows of humanities deadly nightshade 

Called politics 

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Lost love

 

(A lone voice whispers)

I met my first love in June

When the full Moon 

Ruled the night sky

Like Zeus

And those sweet memories will always remain

Even now,

Since she's gone and I feel such pain.

The Heavens light 

I know

Will shine soon again 

Lighting up the Moon 

As we once more are reintroduced

Like on that beautiful day 

We first met in June

And even though this pain follows me 

Like a ghost down every lane

In the public and spiritual domains

Offering me dark fruits

Like Hera

I still march on

Carried by the memories of walking hand in hand 

In such fun

Fancy free and footloose 

Down so many unforgettable side streets 

And that's why 

Even now, 

After 22 years

Of painful mental abuse 

I can't say goodbye 

For as I look up into the night sky

Up high

And see a full Moon 

I still cry

Inside 

Asking 

Oh, 

Why Lord

Did my true love have to die

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Are you voting in America 2024

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America 2024

The people gathered

In their thousands 

Like resilient members of a secret survivalist group 

Day and night

To watch the main podium speaker

Preach to their audience and sing

While red and blue flags 

Adorned with Stars and Stripes

Fluttered like butterfly wings 

As the ignited ones

Looked to the one

Who promised to change 

A million and one things 

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Social Media

 Is to write for public consumption

A call to attract members of The Querulous Tribe?

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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 

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Have you ever been in love?

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Salute.