. Poetry from The Great In-Between

Friday, December 6, 2024

Need some love advice?


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To truly love someone, do you need to know them, inside out?


Rules of Attraction 


(A lone voice whispers)


Will my eyes see deep

Will they see 


Where your soul sleeps


It's views

And reviews


All the intriguing intricate things

Which makes you 

Be you


When you welcome me

Into your keep 


(C)

Copyright John Duffy


Thursday, December 5, 2024

Rules of Attraction

 Rules of Attraction 



(A lone voice whispers)


Will my eyes see deep

Will they see 


Where your soul sleeps


It's views

And reviews


All the intriguing intricate things

Which makes you 

Be you


When you welcome me

Into your keep 


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Who will you remember?

 


Christmas is a time when we remember those lost to us. 

But in memories stay. 


Who will you remember?



(A lone voice whispers.)



I sometimes

Still 

Dream about you


Right out of the pale and blue


Waking with a rare smile after watching what


They all usually develop into

 

All those intriguing memories


Of us 

So unprepared


Interdimensional moments

We shared


When we felt safe 

And not scared


Always

Flow like a molten spiritual review


They soothe my soul

Like midnight prayers


Silently spoken

In the cold but soft air 


At Christmas

That familiar feeling of walking


Carefree

Hand in hand


Down Clearwater's

Yellow sands


On those seemingly long summer nights


When the world seemed calm and not corrupted


By this new political song

Been played all around us


In this new storm


So that's why I always return

Here


To the

Cimetière du Père-Lachaise


To rewalk those forgotten ways 

By your grave


While the sun's rays

Still, stay 

As my tears play 


Je ne peux vivre sans t’aimer


(I Can’t Live Without Loving You)


In my eyes


Remembering when you were once mine


Until

Like all good things

We ran out of time 



(C)

Copyright John Duffy


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Tuesday, December 3, 2024

The Rider in the Storm

 The Rider in The Storm



(A lone voice whispers)


Hello

I still love you


As my dilated eyes have seen you


Shall I open the doors of perception


Where nothing is real and

Invite you into a

Strange marriage of heaven and hell



Will you wait for me

The Golden Man


Talking now

From beyond the silvery stars


Now living at Devil's Dam

Talking to my lambs


Sitting with JPL

And Ron


Talking about my wild love

Just working my own version of

The twenty-seven club


Here in an old Babylon


Opening old LSD new doors

Watching me as 

Mr. Mojo Risin


Taking over all the black and white dance floors


Shining like gold

In old portals


Telling my ghost song

Lit by a ring of burning fire


My old music

The wizard's new wand

Held by me


The immortal singer


Life's winds

Are blowing baby

And my wands


A singing


The Lizard Kings

Reborn to be retouched


Back on the road


Appearing in

Golden storms and through

Fire lit beautiful portals


Singing occult

Songs to still hypnotize

And preach to the listening

Mortals


For

I am The Golden Man

From beyond the silvery stars


Here to breach

All within reach


Who wants to live at

My Devil's Dam


To talk with me and my

Demons and lambs


To open old

Fire lit doors


Be seduced by my words

Used as

My golden lyre


Tell all the people

Around you

And


Will you just listen

As I relight

Your deepest desires


As I rework Old Babylon


Where we'll

Shine like gold

In old newly lit portals


Waiting with the Unknown Soldier

To appear on this

Moonlight drive bye


In these strange days until the very

End


When the music's over

And no longer plays


Will you wait for me

Under the eternal Grey Sun


To walk the soft LGBT parade


Filled

With loose L.A. men and wild women


I know

Billy the Hitchhiker came for me in

July in seventy-one


As I laid in that warm bath

Before we walked up

Devil Dams


Badly worn bridle path


After we shared a brown feast


A feast for well-loved friends


To celebrate me being down for so long


Now you know

I'm here with

Pamela


Riding the white crystal ship and thinking

She was always the one


That red-haired unhappy girl


I once met in the London Fog


When I was young

On the Sunset Strip in 1965


My cosmic partner now is in here with me


Watching the twenty-seven club play


On big screens

When I was once alive


The silk and wine

Are now together again


For true love

Can never be outrun


No matter what the Man

Or any old pagan

God's say


As long as their stories and memories

Are still sung


Under the 3 am sun


Shall I open the doors of perception

Where nothing is real and


Invite you into a

Strange marriage of heaven and hell


Will you wait for me

The Golden Man


Talking now

From beyond the silvery stars


Now living at Devil's Dam

Talking to my lambs


Sitting with JPL

And Ron


Talking about my wild love


Just

Working my own version of

The twenty-seven club


Here in an old Babylon


Copyright John Duffy    


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Mortality

 


As we all quietly age, one thought must surely creep into sight.

Did we embrace all our talents and our life?

 

Title.

*Mortality*

 

In days of futures old

When you see your tale told

Will you judge how your life was lived
Those long days and seemingly endless nights
Of your talents and silent dreams

Will you wonder what you achieved

 

Will you wonder if your dreams came true

Will you witness if you embraced you

Before you pass to see your maker

Before lodgings are took

Before the call of life’s old rook


Will you be a king or queen of adventures

Took

Or will you be forlorn

Will you question if you choose mundane

Or instead clasp bespoke

 

Will your gifts sing to courage and chances

Embraced and redeemed

Of hopes and cherished dreams

Or will you fall by the wayside

Soon to be unseen

 

Will you wish all your quick or slowly

Taken steps

Of happiness and times you wept

Stay forever in all those you love

As you enter above

Serenaded by mourning doves

 

Instead

 

Sing a sonnet of a life taken with courage

Where you will survive the ages

Like old mages of old

 

A story to embrace by others

Until they too are old

 

So instead of stupor filled nights

Filled with rituals of the same

Remember this life isn’t some easy game

To be cheaply played

 

Don’t be waylaid with visions

Unspoken

 

Rise and cash in life’s bestowed precious tokens

And don’t just leave broken-hearted with forlorn old reveries

Unspent

 

Make your life your labour of love

So you can smile from clouds above

 

To witness the smiles and laughter

Echo through the celestial serene halls of the hereafter

 

Be the captain of your own ship in the mists

Majesty of your vast empires of where you may struggle but still persist

 

*It’s how you’ll survive*

 

Copyright John Duffy 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Are you a survivor?

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 A piece for those trying to smile 


While walking 

The longest of miles 


Title:


The Monologue of the Survivor 


(A lone voice whispers)


I have loved my life


Called it a thousand names

As I fought through pain


All its gifts are mine


They all reside deep inside


For

I'm illuminated


I feel everything around and within me


Even when I’m defeated

I feel sacred


I bathe in the perpetual glow

Of a glorious sun


But no matter how far I wonder

No matter how far I run


My inner sun

Holds treasures for the soul


The more I give

The more I feel whole


Although I change

Physically

Every seven years


I'm indomitable


I study the splendour of my life

I celebrate the joys and pains


For my faith

Is formidable


Stranded to rhythms and

outrageous patterns of chaos


I materialize to create my own cosmos


With

Divine symmetry


Between my powers

Of inspiration and sensation


This wild life is simply my own seance


I desire the paths I walk


The side roads

Streets and byroads


Filled with newer experiences and faces


Thrill me


I offer compassionate and benevolence

To all in need


I control the Achilles' heels

Within my world


For its fears

Are irrelevant


I celebrate in the curative power of pleasure


I satisfy my hunger within its revered well


I initiate the deep free dive


To impenetrable depths

To find my blazing strength


Flowing from my crux to create new worlds


As my guardian angels wept


Love and Laughter 

Elevate me


I hail from paradise to create my sanctuary


To pay tribute to my true spirit


For its inner beauty is beyond compare


Writing

Poetry

Singing and smiling


For

I'm an original

Simply surviving


Copyright John Duffy


Are you a poet?

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The man from Besançon

Press play.
 

(A lone voice whispers)


For although I've conquered and walked through all my dark shadows

I can still remember fragments of a time

Of been so exquisitely and extensively broken on the inside

So thoroughly painfully 
So many times
Over and over again

But still like so many others

I chose to still shine so beautifully on the outside

As that glow slowly helps to relight an old fire
On the inside

Helping me to emanate acts of kindness
In new empires of compassion

To just one 
Inspire

Within each day of this
Me starting my new life

I've finally found the courage and climbed a strange ladder
Out of the old one

Which now takes me to newer places
So I can vibrate so much higher

My glorious lights still flicker and reigns supreme
On so many ancient white altars

Illuminated by supernatural looking candlesticks

Although they may shimmer
Fluttering within view of so many daily eyewitnesses

Angels who I sometimes see
Half hidden in the early morning shadows

I know they all simply smile as I stand still 

Clasping close all these newfound self-empowering emotions

The sensation of swimming inside all these deep spinning mysteries

In newly discovered hidden oceans
I now explore

Sometimes feels too overwhelming

But as I walk barefoot in my now discovered underground streams

Which I never visited when I was once broken

When all hopes of finding happiness seemed unreal 

I now feel rejuvenated by those waters
For they bestow me with so many daily tokens

As I just wait for discovery by a fellow treasure hunter

To help me rewrite my life
With a more positive and powerful slogan

I was once but an invisible but precious rhinestone
Born in Besançon  
In beautiful France

Tasked to forever 
Walk and write alone

To cope with the essences of a soul
That once was shattered into a million pieces

But now with an original dynamic glimmer and shine

My new words pirouette and dance at every God-given chance

Creating subtle perceived glories
Within the reflective ambiences of fragrant essences

Of the possibilities of narrating magnificent poetically staged stories

Ones where I'll find my missing link and be happy

For I now know as I'm walking
I'm talked about

By those watching spirit guides and angels who counsel me

The ones who are forever eternal
Like a hushed ever-rolling soft evocative lullaby

An untethered circus of irreducible fragments of appropriate words

I'm now free from that hard grip of old tyrannical ringmasters
Power-hungry kings or savage queens

For I'm now just my own seductive séance

A child reborn 
From the darkest 
Of nights

When I finally found the courage to leave Paris
But still, I’ll keep rising 

To keep climbing this ladder
To find true happiness and freedom

To reach newer heights
Where I'll be the only leader of a much kinder kingdom

A place when I get there
I'll just call it

My rightful place
My own home 

And dominion
 

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

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Merry Christmas