The Watcher

 The Watcher

(A lone voice whispers)

Someone recently said I was deep.

Is there any other way? 

Shouldn't we look through clearer eyes like inquisitive new spies?

For I'm deep as all the known oceans

Eyes covering

All I see

Like a fast flowing 

tsunami

My eyes bright, 

Ablaze 

With wonder

As my mind runs

Always creating as it

Ponders 

From music

And melodies 

Towards people

Films 

And books

It's all those magical 

Qualities

That makes 

Me 

Constantly 

Look

A silent viewer 

Standing hidden 

In the shadows 

Hiding its secret face

With no name 

Watching 

The world

Embracing 

Its emotions 

As timelines

Unfurl 

I bet if you're reading this, You're just the same!

A true watcher

Hiding your secret face 

With no name

Copyright John Duffy 

#poetry #life

Would you pass Osiris's Test?

 

Foundation.

I read a piece regarding Egyptian mythology recently. 

Its foundations created this piece. 

A piece of poetry to serenade your eyes before my busy schedule begins. 

Salute.

Would you pass

Osiris's Test?

(A lone voice whispers)

Have you once sat

Enjoying the setting sun

Like a beautiful spring flower

But as the petals slowly 

Began to fall

As hopes 

Hit a preconceived wall

Have you seen happiness 

Call

Witnessed 

Its plights 

As it slowly 

Succumbed 

Like the first King

Of Israel 

The one named

Saul

Slowly falling upon its 

Sword

Have you seen people die

Endured never-ending pain

Been fractured 

By loves emotions

But still, you rose

And walked through it all

Have you looked deep 

Within the stars

Looked deep

Within life

Faced every challenge 

Climbed every pitfall 

However, like Jesus 

In the Wilderness 

Did the Devil

Sometimes 

Appear

With his promises

And prayers 

Spells and potions

Devil cake

And seductive undulations 

For it's within those swirling tempestuous moments of doubts 

Do we really find out what life's all about

Do we blindly follow the crowd to hell and damnation 

Or rise to find our own souls salvation

Are we at the crux of it all 

Simply 

A multitude of choices

A symbolic conflagration of all our tales

Do we get weighed upon Osiris's scales

Against the feather of Ma’at

The Goddess of Order

Truth and Righteousness

To judge our ways

Do we sit in our 

Watchtowers

Silently watching 

Strangers and actors 

In stranger surreal 

Shakespearean plays

Issuing tickets and permits 

As octaves and symphonies 

Wash over us in waves

Have you once sat

Enjoying the setting sun

Like a beautiful flower

But as the petals slowly 

Began to fall

As hopes 

Hit a preconceived wall

Have you seen happiness 

Call

Witnessed 

Its plights and insights

As it slowly 

Succumbed

Life can sometimes 

Leave you numb

As you really look 

But this life's your own

Beyond all doubts 

And fears 

You control 

What eventually 

Goes onto your scales 

In the Hall of Final Judgment

After you plead your case to the 42 divine judges

To then watch the Weighing of the Heart’ ceremony 

In that very room 

Will you pass Osiris's Test and go to the Field of Rushes

Or will Ammit the Devourer appear

To drag you pleading into the dark 

Into the bushes

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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Assimilated Existence.

 

My early morning post relates to:

Assimilated Existence.

(A lone voice whispers)

Many of us simply without second thought, sacrifice who we are based upon peer pressure, social pressure or even political pressure.

When you were born, the world lay at your feet

Embrace that thought
Don't conform

You may lose things you deem irreplaceable,
but never lose you.

Through all the trials and tribulations,
the losses and small victories.

Be courageous.
In all that you do.

A lifetime of being a rebel to the system

Is so much better
than simply bowing down within its judgmental pews.

So constantly try to be strong enough to express your views.

And be humble enough
to understand what's new.

But utmost
Be brave enough

To just be you

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

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#inspiration #poetry #selfawareness

Have you had a visit?

 Foundation.

Is social media temptations new ultimate playground?

Have The Children of The Ruina, visited you or someone you know?

In the first darkness, they come.

The Children of The Ruina. (L)

(A lone voice whispers)

My soul was once taken in from the cold

To join a new fold

To then wear a small finger of yellow and gold

By a goddess who lived by the sea

Who just loved me

Like seeds love spring when they are summoned to make the land green

The most beautiful woman I've ever seen

We were as one as we strolled

As the years past

And clocks rolled

But then the Angel of Separation passed and put us to task

Sent temptation our way

To see if we would yield, fail or pass

And I'm glad to say we never swallowed its deadly pill

And even more

Love each other still

So in closing

Just know even if you're happy

There are those out there

Somewhere 

Like the Angel of Separation

Who are jealous and will test your will

And offer you

Temptations lascivious pills

With a smile hiding a snarl

From the lost temple of Baal

So hold those you love closer than ever 

In this

The new age of those who'll put your relationships to the sword

Those not blessed 

By any known Lord

(C) Copyright John Duffy 

Ruina.

Ruin, fall, destruction, downfall, ruination, overthrow.

The Harvest King

 

Foundation.
With the world going through a dark phase, are there silent watchers hidden in the mists?

(A lone voice whispers)

Earth, wind, fire, sea and stone

Hear me
People

I
Therismos
The King of the Autumn Harves

The burning sword sent to light the way home

Who was commanded to flood the Earth

With divine energy and hidden stardust

Before the Great Sowing of All Creation

As Starlight
Took flight

Before manifestation
Sends
Such treasures

To be gathered
And reaped

Before Winter
Descends

The Harvest Moon
Opens the doorway
To my kingdom

So I can find
My way

To bring forth
All things
Which must come

To an end

For I'm
The herald

Of the three living
Multi-dimensional cycles

Birth
Death
Rebirth

Spring
Autumn
Spring

All in between
Are just fragments

Like the white stag
Standing alone in the forest

Eluding hunters
Who want to be
Nourished

So know this
As long shadows rise
In the East

As cast by the West

What your world
Does now
Could call my
Sickle

To bring
The second cycle

Sooner than later
For the Creator

To rid the hallowed fields
Of all life's traitors

The dictators
Haters

And all those dark
Crusaders

For I am the bringer

The singer
Who knows
Where this world
Goes

Therismos
One of Cristo'
Unspoken heroes

Hidden behind the veil
Always
Watching in the shadows

At the necropolis
Of Osiris

At Abydos

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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#poetry

Unconscious Epiphany

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Never succumb 

Or lose that magical quality

 

Which quietly whispers 

Into your dreams 

As you softly sleep

Fight with all you are 

Through all the struggles and confusion 

Life presents

To keep that beautiful magic alive 

We all desire a spark 

A real connection

An ageless understanding 

Forever aspiring 

To comprehend and blend to

A whole new direction 

Following no choices or preconceived 

Predictions

Have you grown to be one of Life's dreamer’s 

Singers 

Musicians 

Writers or poets

Are you but one of

The many

Timeless

Travellers walking upon invisible 

Electric highways

Of lost unheard frequencies 

Beguiling 

Whatever the

Listener hears

Or the readers

Sees

Can this be one of your silent mantras

Blessed be 

Come forth 

Let me 

Beguile the ears 

Or eyes 

Ride with me 

Out of this lifeless world

Let's ride through 

My Imagination 

As the bleak nights or dark days 

Forever unfurls

Copyright John Duffy 

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#poetry

 

Press play.

Salute.

#Senryū

 

Foundation.

Throughout life, family friends and people can leave a lasting impression.

Do you sometimes wish you could just hear their voice again, one more time?

#Senryū

Within these dark days
(5)

I try to hear their sweet voice (7)

For inside they live
(5)

(C) Copyright John Duffy

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The Concubine

 

The Concubine 

(A lone female voice whispers clutching a photograph)

Sometimes 

I stand silent and still 

Just staring up at the blazing hot sun

Is there nowhere left

For me 

To now quickly run

No retreat or temple of Salvation

After all is 

Said and done 

No matter how you preach

Or shout

I've done all of this 

For you

Lived this old life

Swam the many emotional oceans

Walked 

The dark lonely wastelands 

As the passing grey clouds

Turned blue

But

When I stand silently still

Under the blazing sun

And close 

My deep green eyes

Even though inside

I see the shining beacon

An innovative revealing 

Of a deep inner truth

Even though 

The emotional 

Undulating oceans

Still whisper your

Still treasured name

This fate I've chosen 

To be your concubine

Numbs the fire and heat

And keeps me eternally

Frozen

My time may be near 

The grey mists are parting and it's all becoming rather clear

I need to leave to start living and to

Really breathe

But I can still feel 

You just running 

Through all of my pulsating veins

For all those old ways still haunt me 

Still

Visiting in the quiet darkness 

At three

They always remain 

Like gate crashing guests

But when 

The early morning sun rises

And I open my eyes

It burns them into tiny grey embers

Sending them up high

Into the blazing hot sun

And as I pause and bathe in its glorious undertow 

As I watch the Autumns

Golden leaves fall

And hope break through all my inner carefully

Compartmentalized walls

No matter where this new life

Goes

I really know

I'll just be ok

Because I know I'll rise

And no longer fall

No matter what

 gets 

In my way

Starting from today 

(C) Copyright John Duffy 

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Love of a lifetime at Lafayette

 

Foundation.

I took some flowers to the cemetery and saw a man in deep conversation 

And wondered what he might be saying?

(A lone voice whispers)

I once ran for a rare taste of true love

Ran like a school boy 

As God smiled from high above

And when now I think back 

Now that I'm old 

Thinking of all 

Those times we shared together 

Sheltered from the cold

Times 

Which heralded such great poetic rhymes 

Like the sounds of our baby's small favourite toys

Which danced around and chimed 

When found

I'll always remember you

Gabrielle

Dressed in red and blue 

In my dreams

While I dream in 

The Great-In between

My one and only queen

The most beautiful woman I've ever seen

Who once loved me 

For a short while 

In my life

The one who showed me kindness and grace within a single look

Whenever I felt strife cut deep 

With its sharp knife 

And needed Jesus's good luck

 I still see your beautiful face 

You know 

Laying on our bed on my right

Before you disappeared 

Like a moth 

Into the night

And I'll always love you 

Whenever I remember 

The one who appeared 

To love and console me 

Once in November 

On the greatest day of my life when we got married

And I finally surrendered

Goodnight my love 

My still shining light 

Who always keeps me centred 

(C) Copyright John Duffy 

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