Haiku

 

The boy sees the rain

His feet and hair gets so wet

Monsoon season love

(C) Copyright John Duffy 

#Haiku

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Forerunner Dreams

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Forerunner Dreams

To shake off darkness

When the pain comes creeping in

I still think of you

(C) Copyright John Duffy 

#Senryu

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Friendships Beyond Time And Space

 Every time I come online, someone I once knew has crossed over.

So before we enter into the second month of a new year, here's a piece to ponder upon.

Salute.

___________

In time 

As the slow seconds 

Tick

We can sometimes 

Forget

As we wilfully enjoy 

Our lives

And all the ensuing 

Politics 

The family 

Or friends

We've always taken for 

Granted 

Might be unknowingly 

Struggling 

Or in a real fix 

So this year 

Break those chains

Of self-imposed bondage 

Acknowledge 

That they maybe 

Alone or feeling 

Despondent 

Remember 

To still visit 

Those friends and family you cherish 

With fondness 

For all clocks tick

And follow

A strange and

Mysterious dance

Remember 

To embrace their love and friendship 

 

While they're still alive

Whilst 

You still have 

A chance 

In 2025

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Are we like the mythical Adam and Eve?

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Are we like the mythical Adam and Eve?

(A lone voice whispers to his true love as Mother Moon watches)

My Sophia, are we like the mythical Adam and Eve?

Walking upon the grey shores of a lost planet. Hidden in the deepest of space.

Our true love holding us knee-deep in make-believe as if buried alive.

Where we will witness the birth of nebulae. Stars and rediscovered Old Gods.

A new Atlantis filled with wild pagan beasts and jealous old women and men.

Where we will stride beyond the reach of the Masters of the Masonic Temples. Erecting their secretive Light barriers.

So we can part the soft pink pages in our own Books of Exquisite Pleasure.

To be then perused and used at our inquisition and leisure as we watch the fall of the Matrix.

With the rise of the Cosmic Red Serpent.

Lying upon the yellow sands and shorelines as the new time of crucifixions begins again.

To see the visceral sights and smells as new spellbound disciples yell.

Palaces and institutions may burn and be aflame before us.

A new vision of a world consumed with corruption and sin.

For as we watch, we will know, we are lone riders of The Great Red Dragon once foretold.

We are some of the mythical poets and writers.

World and Empire watchers who never grow old.

We, me and you. My Sophia, my queen who collects the universe's many hidden stories.

For in time to be simply retold.

We just reborn as poets today, no longer citizens of any known countries.

Just sent again from The Great In-Between to release new thoughts and words like red balloons to float.

To encourage and nourish inquisitive minds

Which are perpetually hungry for enchanting new stories to rebel in this glory.

Contained and captured in this our everlasting promissory note, released like celebration balloons. Into new readers' minds to forever settle or float.

Copyright John Duffy

Infidelity

 

Infidelity 

l still miss that sweet voice

Whose noise used to make my heart rejoice 

But choices made need to be paid without delay

So the Big Old Church Book says

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Foundation of the piece.

The person who thought the grass was greener on the other side.

Channeling Eros

 Foundation of the piece.

Why do people get into relationships when they know deep down, it won't end well?

Are they under a spell?

Channeling Eros

(A lone voice whispers) 

Why must the soul within you all

Constantly seek out momentous defining emotions

Require it so damn deep

Covet and desire extraordinary sensations to rebel wildly within

To show the many sad watchers

Who fears that uncontrollable need to follow

That unconscious craving bound to ungodly bargaining

Which could ultimately destroy all they know if my red pill they swallow

Whilst lost in the throes of physical thoughts 

Linked to carnal sin

Where in their soft arms 

We 

Love embodied in such as me

Could eventually break you in two 

Is that why my gift of devotion is such a powerful tool

For the many in humanity who throughout all eternity and to this glorious day

It still wonderfully constantly fools

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Can you remember your first kiss?

 

Have you experienced Want?

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Am I the sacred answer you all still seek

In 2025

As you thrive

You the strong

Or you maybe the weak

Could I but be your embodiment

Of a divine heaven or much-needed spell in hell

To increase the flow of every single red blood cell

Some say I’m the sweetest lullaby dark angels sing

A sonnet of damnation or intense pleasure for the soul

As it grows as life's golden wedding bells still rings 

Am I but the luscious green meadow of sensuous experiences 

Everyone wishes to go through

From the curious to the notorious 

Knee deep

Before they leave this land

To trespass to who knows

My weapons have started and ended so many wars

On personal and world stages 

And history throughout the ages is littered with my scars

So am I but the all-consuming knife

To pierce the cold hearts and lonely minds

Of those who linger lost 

Below the long tall shadows

Desperately seeking something

To reignite their light

I've been called the true life force of all creatures

Big or small

Untamed or just broken

Ancient woodland groves 

Still sing pagan spoken songs of me in the darkness

Many old names are conjured and woken 

But only one remains

I live to revisit shamefully darkly lit places

And opulent palaces of loquacious words of lascivious sin

As it happens 

Bedrooms

Woods and hotel rooms 

Still carry the lingering sensual

Scent of my many visits

And they all pine and

All pray for my return

As twenty-five minutes ends

Like mankind's four legged friends 

Am I but the sunless sustenance 

Your lonely soul needs

For once you are firmly within my grasp

I will own you for all your remaining

Days and nights

For once you’ve tasted my sweet red liquor

I’ll always own you as long as your light flickers

For I can be the new Adam or old Eve

Forever stalking your own

Gardens of Creation

I've walked through all countries naked

This you better believe 

And my name is often carried upon the wet hungry lips

Of the seduced 

Within every nation

I could be the very glimmer

You need

To survive 

Whilst lost in the darkness

But also the greedy temptation of The 

Almighty Black Sun

The giver of reconciliation of the soul and the knife-edge 

On which you may perpetually balance

Do you know my name yet

I'm simply the two-edged sword bestowed to all living creatures

From so high above

My name is already known to you.

So much happiness in pain 

Within four letters

I've been around forever

Just ask your ancestors as you pray tonight 

And they'll say

Want always appears in the heat of sensual pleasure 

Smiling like a Demi God in the half light

At the thought of 

If she'll be still welcomed home 

Tomorrow night

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Solus

 

(A lone voice whispers)

 

Here I am

All alone again

On my own

Still looking for an unspoken reason

Why do we keep deceiving

Are we still lost in a place

Overflowing with past mistakes

Where we always hurt the ones we love

Is there no room now

For give or take

Are you lost to me forever

No matter how much our heartaches

So I'll just say these words

Even though

The silence between us grows 

Beyond the mean words

We throw

Why do we hurt the ones

We love so much

When we judge

Can’t we just go back

To how it used to be

Me and you

Against the world

No matter who sees 

Is it too late

Will you wait

For

Here I am

All alone again

Still looking for a reason

Still waiting for a meeting

Are we lost in a dark place

Overflowing with mistakes

And heartbreak

Is there

No more give or take

Has our old love

Run its course

Aren’t you filled

Like me

With a drop of remorse

Are we past the point of no

Return

Don’t worry if it's

True

I’ll learn

I’ll move on

But still, I'll listen to these

My new favourite lyrics 

As I grieve 

Why do we hurt

The ones we love

When we judge

When they leave 

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What does the Greek word Solus mean?

Alone; by oneself

  

 

The Old Man's Monologue

 

(A lone voice whispers)

In the twilight hours

Just when the grey clouds

Break and the slow moon rises

Silently announcing it's getting too late

I still always wake to remember that auburn hair girl

I once used to date

In the fifties 

Her bright-green eyes 

And twinkling wide smile

All things 

Young boys dream of 

And for them

To go that extra mile

But like all things that came to pass

Our love withered the night her beloved pa died

I tried to hold her hands 

To console her

Prayed God would wipe away all those wet tears she cried

But that new hole in her arm

Which soon swallowed up

All our hard worked for gold

Always left me feeling lonely and cold

It all ended that fateful night

On June the first 

When the rains fell

And life was a constant fight and everything seemed on top

Filled with thirst

With my wallet and her purse empty

She got that feeling 

To go stealing

Only to get shot dead by the cops

I can still see her now even after all these sad passing years

Now I'm old and grey  

Sat in this nursing home

Feeling all alone and filled with so many dry tears

I guess those memories of my youth will still linger and will never stop

It's quite crazy now that I'm on morphine to ease the pain

That those images of her standing in the kitchen

With those beautiful green eyes and wide beaming smile

Cooking and singing 

While outside it rained

Still play around the cinemas

In my brain

As I even now 

At seventy-five 

Remember 

Echoes of my first and last love

My beloved wife and lifelong addiction 

Called Mary Jane

My love for you 

Wherever you are

Until we are once more 

Reunited

Will always remain

The same 

If you can hear this

Just know I still treasure those memories of us

The ones where you were free and truly alive

Like the day we first met

When we walked and talked

Singing outside misty-eyed

Just like another two young strangers

In true love 

Getting wet

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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