. Poetry from The Great In-Between

Sunday, March 16, 2025

Consilium from The Outlier

(A lone voice whispers)



Have you ever encountered painful heartbreak, or are enduring, soul-destroying grief 


And sometimes sit alone in the silence


Praying for any form of spiritual relief 


If so, here are a few thoughts from a similar person, who's been through it all 


No matter what you feel or happens today


A new dawn will still always rise again, tomorrow


A chance to knock down, any hastily built, mental walls


A chance to find a new form of freedom, to flourish


To subdue, all those painful feelings highlighted with sorrow 


That no longer, nourishes 


Some may say, you've just got to forget the past


Use reconciliation, beyond reason to last


But I say, do it this way


Love those even more so, who've passed away 


And never again, believe in those 


Who once broke, your unswaying three pillars of trust 


By charging in like the doomed, British Light Brigade 


With all the sad games, they once played 


Leaving you standing alone

On parade,

For all to see


In depressions black dust




(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


Counseling comes from the Latin root consilium, meaning “advice.”


Foundation.


Relationships 

Can you ever trust a person after being betrayed on any level?


Grief

Does time really heal, and do you want to forget someone special, you once loved?


Good night

 


An intriguing thought to carry into next week.

Salute.

The Prophet Of Dumaz Speaks

(A lone voice whispers)

Hey you
You do realize
You picked this life

Before you were born

All the people you've met
Loved
Hated

Family
Friends
Lovers
Situations

Hardships
Encountered
In whatever nation

When you signed your soul's timeline
Up high

Somewhere
In the Deep Divine

It may be a strange thing
Knowing this

But consoling
All the same
In a bizarre way

Souls
Some say

Need to face
Trials and tribulations
To soar higher

To be refined

So maybe
What you're presently
Going through

Is a journey of love or pain
You

Yes
You

Have already planned
To go through
Again

So view challenges
In a new way

Don't be daunted
Scared or swayed

Face them with courage
And fortitude

For to not do so
This time around
Would be rude

Or you could just crumble
And turn to dust

Only to ask
For the same experience
Again

With your soul
Entombed in a new husk

So trust your instincts
And I hope and pray

This got you thinking
That all you're enduring
You've asked for

Even knowing me
Via this poetic review
To remind you

Keep going
You still have
So much to do

(C)
Copyright John Duffy


Saturday, March 15, 2025

Escapism – For the readers.

 


(A lone voice whispers)


Hey you,

Reading this
From way beyond the reach

Of the Great Abyss


I, Thomas, have a question or two


Would you blindly follow me if I lit a red candle

In this final odyssey home


To be rescued
And finally bare your soul

Together with mine
And all you can handle


Before the Sacred Salt Pillar of Ado

Of Sodom and Gomorrah
Near the Dead Sea and atone


Would you follow me and that maybe life-changing suggestion

Willingly into this swirling dark


And grasp my coattails within this invocation and rhyme

As we trespass tentatively through all of this life's scary parks


Just you and me

To somewhere only the courageous can ever conceive


As we strip off all the world's detritus

That tries to smother us with all their rock slides


And swim against all societies fast-flowing dividing tides


Will you dare tango and tiptoe past the ever watchful Tall Man and all his worldly Minions

As we circumnavigate the spiritual globe


To truly see the new world grid and reclaim our own freedom


To sit beside our newly created Holy River
To write poetry and sing


To joyously watch through that river's undulating scrying mirror

As the real world slowly disappears


To then walk through a portal which I know will appear


Through all the luscious green grass to finally reach the portcullis gates to the

Eternal City
Of Tartaria


To hear the greatest stories ever told to human ears
In any era


To finally embrace a new realm free from all restrictions

Laws or fears


For although we are but lost souls going eventually to try to conquer She'ol

Would you still just blindly follow me


For you also
Seek Escapism

For you too are a true reader


Past the awakening powers of an immoral old fallen god

A new age world leader
And all its political forces


To walk unashamed together
Hand in hand

To somewhere to renew
Hidden from view


Beyond this world,
Many new pale white horses

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

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Friday, March 14, 2025

High Society


 High Society 


(A conversation between an elderly man in a nursing home, and his caring nurse)


I can still see her now

You know


Especially at night

Everywhere I look or go 


Eyes twinkling with a touch of salacious wild mischief 


Dressed in white

In this, my favourite picture


Look at her


Look at her with her bright brown eyes devouring each detail of my face


Look how her hand held my hand so gently like one of Love's legendary 


Heart Thieves 


Oh, she had such style


You should have seen us dance and laugh like Bing Crosby and Grace Kelly in High Society


But now as my heart grieves


What still lifts me to newer heights of acceptance is the thought 


That through these old pictures of us behaving with such impropriety


I'll always have something magical that will always connect us


Whenever I remember


My one and only love, who was once so 


Beautifully infectious


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


Foundation.


Do photographs hold a more significant connection, when reviewed, when really required?


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The Sinners Redemption Prayer


 The Sinners Redemption Prayer


(A lone figure, kneels and prays. Watched by his faithful cat, Rudolph)


I was born a sinner

Lord

For all us triers are


Blindly sent to live by You


An unknown higher power

To try to defeat the Devil's temptations and sin


But now at 75 and slowly dying


It's no use crying 

Wishing I had done better


I've sinned all my life to live


Sinned 

Staying out late looking for another with whom to live


Drank anything to get my soul wetter with all I could give


Gambled


Loved and lied

Been cheated on and cried

As inside I died


Cleaning up everything that was on my plate


So Lord it's now too late, and I know Saint Peter won't open your gates


But you know what

I still feel pride

About how I lived


So going to your purgatory with these feelings and sins


I'm sure I'll find other lost souls like me to continue the party


Because they'll be able to relate 


For now, to change

As my end approaches 


I still haven't got what it takes to be loyal

Since my Martha left me


After

For the millionth time, 

I stayed out


Drinking and playing cards with the Gecko brothers 

 

Watching strippers at the Titty Twister 


Too late


Please forgive me Lord 

Amen


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


Foundation.


At the end, what would your last prayer be?


Did you live a good life or like the man above, give in to the Devils seductive powers?


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Thursday, March 13, 2025

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? 


Tuesday, March 11, 2025

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 


Foundation.


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







Monday, March 10, 2025

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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Have you heard the call?