Theme: Infidelity and what it can drive you to do.

 

Theme:

Infidelity and what it can drive you to do.

How far would you go for revenge?

Title:

The Confession of Charlie Spanwick

(A lone voice whispers)

There was a time when I had no need to pretend

For I 

Through visiting church

With my newly found Mary 

Had discovered my illuminated friend

Who brought such bountiful faith into my life to help me keep breathing

Brought yellow bales full of hope

To keep me dreaming of a future with a wife

A house

2 children and trips to the seaside and country fairs

All the beautiful things from God's Island 

But like all things 

Shining and gleaming 

Like rare expensive diamonds 

There was a price to pay

If from the Lord's path

One swayed

So I now walk step in step

With those from the deep depths

From the long grass

No longer dreaming

Just another lost soul earning his keep

For those sitting on crooked thrones that never sleep

Pray for me

My name was Charlie Spanwick

My crime

I broke one of the seven deadly sins for a man who took my beautiful wife

And I nearly got away with it

Until the cops found my old Pa's favourite knife

For nothing breaks a person deep inside than those who cheat

And takes them on a false ride

But today 

I went to church

And found my illuminated friend

When I prayed and said 

Forgive me Lord

Save me from the Devils slave trade

For I'm just a man who once got played 

Give me a second chance

And I swear I won't get swayed

And go rushing blindly in 

Like the charge of the light brigade

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

The Sacred Tree

 

(A lone voice whispers)

I can remember now I'm seventy-five

In this nursing home called

The Atonement 

A surreal time 

When I felt so alive

A pivotal moment in my life when happiness blew 

Like a magical ruby red seed within golden leaves

Through my soul garden

Where nobody grows

And slowed and stopped to paint a priceless picture like a young Picasso 

I thought would last forever

When we caressed 

And would never die 

Up high 

In our now twin minds, 

Midnight sky

A tapestry of two hearts beating as one 

Entwined in mind

Where in time

We spoke in rhymes 

But like all golden leaves Once green

Sent from The Great In-Between 

The gold heralds a time to grieve

So now apart

We silently cry 

Me the daylight 

And She 

The crow 

Who flies at night 

With ruby red lips

Bestowed with a kiss 

To sink so many ships

And in this mournful hour In this precarious night 

As I write

Before Saint Peter

Calls me home

I leave this letter to her

Infused with powerful memories of those happy days and hours

So she knows

I'll always remember the day we first met

And each willingly received

A red rose from the sacred tree

All lovers see

In each other's enamored eyes

When with eight magical letters

They bind forever 

With a sweet romantic line

They utter

I love you

Before their beautiful relationship breaks down and stutters

(C) 

Copyright John Duffy

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 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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

Source:

Google.

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 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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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

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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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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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 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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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