The Crow

 

(A lone voice whispers)

No happiness for me and my best friend

Tony the pony today

For we lost our beloved muse

At 2 pm

One minute she was in full view 

Perched on our old Oak tree

Watching us with beady black eyes like a true devotee

Then just like the uptake in poetry 

In the 21st Century 

By the younger generation

 

We were old news

She must have flew away to better things, we both thought

As we walked home

Past the village post office

Thinking of our old muse

With the crow like black hair

Lost to us forever 

After getting us addicted to reading writing and listening to poetry

Underneath that old Oak tree

Now flying alone

Somewhere 

Out there

Looking down below 

For a new home 

Like it once had 

With Tony the pony

And me

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Foundation.

Is poetry like a bird flying around looking for somewhere new to land, after introducing others to its mysterious pleasures?

But as the newer generations get addicted to gaming platforms, and social media.

Will it eventually find landing, harder and more and more rarer? 

Press play

 

The Red Gallows

 

The Red Gallows

(A rebuilt person whispers)

Before I knew Love

I was once so pure

With a heart so free

Carefree for all to see

Everyone loved and smiled at me

But one day Love came calling 

And offered me the chance to take a risk 

Offered me her spiritual red gallows with rope and chair

Smiled and said 

Climb up there

Put on the rope and stand on chair

But beware 

With just one soft push

From something unknown in the shadows

You could lose all your mind

And all you own

Standing on my metaphorical chair 

Beneath my spiritual red gallows

Like many before you

What do you want to do?

Risk all for my love

And climb up

To experience a feeling where emotions don't stop

Or stay down there, 

Stuck in your rut

Well, that was so long ago

And I still see Love

Everywhere I go

Repeating what she said before

But this time 

I'd rather stay slightly pure

With a heartbreaking free

Trying to be carefree for all to see

For even though Love still smiles at me

She can keep her red spiritual gallows and metaphorical chair

For sometimes she tempts 

Only fools 

To proudly 

Stand up there

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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Do the broken abandon the chance of love again, after going through a painful heartbreak?

Has it happened to you?

Want to know something true

 

I write about many themes. Light and dark.

After a recent post regarding using a dark word, which I won't mention, but in the bible it's a gigantic dragon starting with L.

I needed a word to rhyme with candelabra, so elected for abracadabra.

Unknown to me, a summoning word used in real life magic

At around 2 to 4 am I entered a lucid state and a white flickering light appeared

Darkness chilled my bones and I was paralyzed 

An evil presence filled my view

A strange face flickered into existence 

Scared I prayed 

Speaking these words

In the name of God 

Begone

After the third repetition 

A bright light appeared with wings like an angel and made the entity go

It looked female, but the light was white and flickering, and I couldn't make out its glorious face 

The atmosphere changed, and I woke

Calm

Did an angel save me

Was it real

Well, I astral travel every night, so I know that dimension. 

It was as vivid as you're reading this

Trust in the power of prayer

Hopefully, it will save you too, as it saved me

Sending love and light

Your wanderer in The Great In-Between 

Poet 

John Duffy

P. S

My beloved mum was a psychic and it's probably why I have a gift 

I've been in 6 serious car crashes

Been electrocuted 

Had a near-death experience 

I have been in the tunnel of light

Walked the smoke-filled surface at the top of the golden tunnel of light as I died

Seen ghosts

Watched a witch doctor in a seance 

And many more unbelievable things to the normal person 

It's why I traverse such bizarre themes

Expressions like whispers 

Enter my mind

Hence 

A lone voice whispers

Abracadabra and

Thanks for reading

May the power of love and light keep you safe and those you love at peace

I now release you

Copyright John Duffy 

Good night 

(The picture represents my self image as I astral travel. 

Other realms exist. 

Sometimes, it feels as if in some places, people are waiting for my return. 

I've been chased.

Flew 

Destroyed demons with fire

Jumped miles in a leap

And created storms and force fields

Who said the power of our inner self isn't real

Did you know your unconscious mind works even harder when you sleep

REM

Where do you think it takes you

To a field to count sheep or to other realities 

I believe when you astral travel

You possess other versions of you in other realities 

But have powers for you are the original you

If you know how to conjure them

Who knows

I may visit you tonight

Call me

I'll be wearing a white flower pinned to my shawl dressed as above

Salute

Madam Astor The Dream Enchanter

 Madam Astor 

The Dream Enchanter

(A lone voice whispers by candlelight)

In a dark dream, 

Every night

In The Great In-Between, 

Whenever I dream

It's always the same

I hear you scream

"I'm here"

In your soft pulsating voice

Just hidden unseen

Not wanting to be seen

Then right out of the darkness and void

Above that darkness's noise emanating such fantastical heat

You appear like a half ghost in my midnight street and as my heart beats faster

You take my hand and lead me deeper in The Hereafter

Hidden still by the shadows, 

Bend low and whisper

"Call me Madam Astor

This realm's Pastor"

And as your sharp fingertips play a deep country tune across my skin 

As my astral sweat drips faster

Whenever my eyes start to spin and my soul speaks out and pleads to sin

You dig your nails in 

Even deeper into my skin and whisper

"Soon

So soon, I'll come to you in that quiet bedroom

For the last time

In two days after the fall of the midnight king, and the rise of the morning spring

I'll return to sing in this realm's unspoken rhymes, to make your spirit and eyes spin

One last time

Then fireworks will announce you're mine"

And then you're gone

Letting go of my hand

Leaving me standing alone at the gateway to The Blue Portal 

The way back to the land of living mortals

Gone with that soft pulsating goodbye ringing throughout my mind

Like church bells

But I can feel it's going to be soon you'll return

As time undeniably does fly

When you've been marked by a spell

Somewhere in that places darkness

The Hereafter 

For I've got goose pimples on my skin 

And tonights the fall of the midnight king and the rise of the morning spring

And deep down I know

You'll soon return

So hear this my call

I'm ready to take one last walk

With you

My dream enchanter from The Great In-Between 

Madam Astor

My soul's attractor and captor

The Great In-Between's

Ghostly Pastor 

My beloved wife

Who I once loved in the land of the living before Death 

Quietly crept up and grabbed her

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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Grief

I still visit you

Somewhere deep inside 

You know

For our old memories together 

Carry me still

Everywhere I go

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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In brief moments of reflection, do you still remember those you still love through introspection?

Need some inspiration?

 Beyond these dark days of ever-growing political dystopia

Social and claustrophobic phobia's 

Find something or someone to love and try to absorb that feeling like 

illicit opium 

Why

It could be the way to survive this life cycle's current pandemonium

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The Soldiers' Wedding Vow

 

The Soldiers' Wedding Vow

We mark this as our hallowed oath

A mark, O Lord, for us both

To forever carry

For together

We stand

Eye to eye

Heart and hand

Now we're married 

And by this mark, we swear by peace and love to forever trust each other 

And always try to understand 

For this, the seal upon our hearts is real

As it carries deep inside

All we feel

Amen

(C)

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Bewitched

Daylight may softly whisper it's but an hour away

But such is the spiritual power of your divine company, 

I will stay

Transformed emotionally beyond all known boundaries of esoteric norm 

By your captivating form

While your carefully chosen words like spoken spells

Holds me and unfolds me

And it's where I want to forever stay

An hour away from sunrise, 

Laid together 

Entwined 

Listening to the early morning birds play 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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Have you ever experienced that magical moment, when you want the night to never end?

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The Invocation of Eros

 

(A lone voice whispers)

May this prayer help you be mine

My sweet and dear Clémentine

To summon Eros 

From the Deep Divine

So two hearts can forever be entwined

  

And through destiny  

Be bound in love's surreal ecstatic chains

No longer restrained

Like an unspoken quatrain

A stanza of four lines

Which forever pines

But to ignite the spark 

Of a new light 

A reborn sonnet to dispel the darkness 

Hidden out of sight

From my heart 

So Mother Moon

Turn your wheel to send a beam 

From The Great In-Between 

To empower me in this

My heart's only quest tonight 

To imprint how I feel

While I kneel

As I call her to me,

So mote it be  

What will be 

Will be

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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