(A weary voice whispers)
Like a slave to love
I once looked for true completeness
But like Beatrice and Dante,
There was always a great barrier
Between us
(C)
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Foundation.
Does society, peer pressure, family or religion, hinder many when searching for love?
Sometimes in life
If you're really lucky,
You meet people you truly love
Without all the complications of physical or spiritual crucifixions
Special ones
You can never grow tired of
(C)
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Romantic Art Oil Painting on Canvas by Portland Artist BenWill
Are you like me when selecting poetry or books to read
As they come up on your timeline or newsfeed
For I've met some interesting people in my long life
And the most interesting ones I enjoy reading on any given night
Are those courageous ones who use the sharp knife of experience
To write
To let go of whatever they need to purge using fonts as a testimony
In their own personal magical Fire Ceremony
(C)
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(A female lawyer whispers)
Some of my narcissistic plaintiffs write for greatness
But the most divine I serve
Write simply for self-expression
To embrace their sacrifices
Personal experiences and inner freedoms
So my question is
Are you
A.
A freedom plaintiff
Or
B.
A narcissistic native?
(C)
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(A lone voice whispers, crying into a silent night as a white candle burns)
I still miss you like seeing a yellow butterfly in the rain
This new pain may be indescribable, but to me, it's palatable
For without this indescribable pain
In time,
I'm afraid
I'll slowly forget losing you
(C)
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(A lone voice whispers)
With reflection
In this
The midnight hour
I light a white candle
For the one
Who once had me
Under her power
Driven by loves
Powerful desires
For us,
The Almas Perdidas
(Lost Souls)
Maybe like you
The
Left Be-Hinders
Who wallow and wade through griefs tiring waters
With a broken heart
After love says
Farewell
To then become new drinkers
From Depressions deep well
Praying love returns
With a ring of a lone bell
To see true love
Once more and say
Stay
Please
Don't go away
And melt my heart
Stay
So we are now
No longer
Torn apart
But like all pilgrims seeking God
In their own particular way
We know the bell will never ring
We know our hearts will never heal or sing
So we live
In a living version of Purgatory
Dying with each breath of decay
We take
As we watch and wait for our call
To join others
Now living beyond
Purgatory Great Gates
(C)
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The Letter
If there ever comes a time that you'll miss me
Read this
My handwritten soft kiss
The first time we spoke was like a hot summer in winter
You melted all that icy shell around my soul
As our higher selves whispered
To leave me lying uninjured
And as that once cold husk splintered
I knew then all my morning and night prayers had been answered after being heard
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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
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)
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