Affirmation

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Will you do more to avoid an eternally broken heart?

Do you need a proclamation of truth, which one can pursue, to define your life?

Well, if so,
Here's one whispered in a deep dream

Just for you

In the end
To have loved true

Purely and transformationally

With kindness and compassion

When you stand before the God of your religion

Before you transcend

You'll be judged worthy, and your happiness will extend, beyond that final meeting

With whom, or whatever you follow, at your world's end

For good souls like you,
if you do, are never condemned

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

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The Letter to the Acolyte in Poetry Month

 

(A lone voice writes)

Some whisper and will

In secret occult circles 

About these sad days of 2025

That Humanity will fall into unruly petulant desire

Consumed and devoured by a blazing war lit infectious fire 

But what happens to you and me?

Your mind and mine 

Do you still shiver inwardly at the vibrational thoughts 

of my words 

Do they bind you

Submissively 

To always return 

Doomed forever 

To hovering above my prose 

That screams to be heard

With wide eager eyes

Like a love-struck 

Hummingbird 

Do you still tremble like when we first met 

On the fly 

On the internet 

Wanting the warm caress 

of loquacious re-introductions

Of new verbs 

Opening mystical 

Golden gates to new poetic realms

And their guile to bind us together 

Like love-struck Siamese twins

Creating welcomed sins 

Of dried sweat and sweet tributaries 

Of deep-seated spiritual yearnings 

That makes your mind 

so damn wet 

Tales of the supernatural 

Light and darkness 

Filled with rapid movement or profound stillness

Sovereignty or deep-seated loneliness 

New flames of innermost desires

Contained in unspeakable 

words or unfamiliar names 

As our Zisurru

Poetic stories to be set asunder 

In the rising footfalls of Zeus's approaching apocalyptic thunder 

To burn new hurricane lanterns in the deep wells of Imaginations darkened 

Halls of Fame 

To live in the hope 

Of a new life

An everlasting dance filled with literary romance 

With a drop of a wild transmigration 

As our new Nexus 

To savor in your mouth

Like an intense-tasting holy communion wine

A strong touch of such wantonness 

Your 

Voracious soul needs 

To carry to all empires 

You may visit 

In the North 

East

West or South 

As it swallows new stories with such ravenous greed

Will we survive 

Still together at the end of 2025?

With such

Intellectual thoughts

You might still whisper and silently ask 

You and me 

Does 

Will it last?

Echo in your Dream Chambers whilst waiting

For that midnight call on New Year's Eve 

When we sing pagan songs of King Solomon to each other

As we fight back the encroaching darkness 

With shining drunk Astral Eyes as our Athame

Our sacrificial knife 

Inwardly praying to then always shout

Yes, in us, 

I'll always believe 

Under the sharp eyes of the Winter's Midnight Sun 

Which for so many lost souls 

We know, she will still shine 

ever brighter. 

As she quietly watches and grieves 

As they collect their new or old angel or devil wings 

As they quietly leave

Who knows, my child 

Everlasting Hope and Peace could arrive as one

So we could conquer this new normal and continue to rise

Or it could all go wild

And turn into a new dark nuclear history 

Where dreams and people 

Are consumed and defiled 

As good and evil 

Battle for victory

And apart, 

we may have to survive 

On mean streets. 

As quantum tattooed vaccinated slaves or unvaccinated exiles 

In a New World Order

Called a Fool's Paradise 

Without

Any Known Borders 

But either way, 

Know this

May your spirit guides lead you to continued health and safety 

Across all fast-flowing political wars 

Water's

Famine or disorders

So in 2026

We can still share our much loved algorithms 

In all our holy quarters 

So mote be it 

What will be 

Will be

So mote be it

(C) 

Copyright John Duffy 

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Tuatha de Danann Dreaming

 

Tuatha de Danann Dreaming

(A lone Irish voice whispers into the night, as a single white candle burns. Looking at a picture of a beautiful woman)

With time-worn

But stubborn like a six-inch

Jerusalem thorn

Dreaming 

Forlorn 

Tonight 

Of Halcyon Nights 

With you, my love

When memories waterwheels slowly turn,

And midnight candles burn 

As my inner film projectors play

I also remember our beloved Halcyon Days, at the coast

Spent walking and laughing 

Before God moved our goal posts

So tonight, I'm praying and yearning for moments 

Only The Tuatha de Danann can invoke

Pulling back 

My true love

Before I choke 

To help me cope

From Hades 

Swirling 

Grey smoke

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

The Tuatha Dé Danann are described as a supernatural race, much like idealized humans, who are immune from ageing and sickness, and who have powers of magic.

Source; Wikipedia.

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Paradisus (L)

 

Foundation.

Based on a simple question.

What form does paradise take?

Is it simply when one doesn't suffer the mental confusion between unconscious, and conscious desires? 

Such as finding love, friendship, material or spiritual wealth, etc. Etc.

Paradisus (L)

Consciousness and Unconsciousness

Rests and bows in peace

As tranquility flows

Through the good heart's

Altarpiece 

©

Copyright John Duffy

Paradisus  translated:

Paradise.

The Probate Letter

 

Remember me

Your beloved mother

In the low hours

Whenever you are feeling weak 

And have lowered

Your powerful barriers

For it's then I can only be truly seen

Remember me

As that tsunami of furious fire

That once reenergized you

In dark years

When you were alone and tired

To be wholly free

Remember me

By looking at my picture

Of us together 

Your now favourite 

Black and white one

 I sent you

As my holy scripture

That you'll only need

Remember me when you too are old 

Standing brightly as the early morning sun 

In the darkness of old age

Even though your beloved memories are getting cold

Before God turns your page

So you can fade away

To join me 

As the hours and seconds

Run away 

Remember me

So I may stay

In some strange spiritual way

To give you comfort

Until you too are recalled

To float away

Someday

Remember me

My poetic love 

So I can come to you

In dreams

Walking down to find you

Through the ethereal blue rivers and green

Underground streams 

To reach you to swim

Together 

Reunited

In the Holy Sea

Until the early morning sunrise

Remember me

As your true spiritual devotion

Who you met in physical flesh

As one

Who wrote down 

In a pre-life road map

With a spirit guide

In another

Far away nation

“I want to meet someone so extraordinary 

A child of mine 

Someone so special to be a member of my own tribe

Who will show me such poetic wonders” 

“That my heart will open up its velvety doors and ask to be possessed as it pleads to confess

Before I once more walk 

In those heavenly tides

Of the Holy Sea”

And then I suddenly met you at birth

Mesmerised 

By all I could see

So that's why I pray

For you 

Each night

So you'll remember me

As I wait here

Walking barefoot and alone

In the swirling tides

Of The Holy Sea

Waiting 

for the one to love me again

I once wrote down before I was born

The only one I'll ever need

Just remember me

It's why I left this letter in my will

For you 

My beloved to read

Just remember me

Your beloved mother

Who loves you like no other 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Chess. A Checkmate of Love.

 

(A regal female voice whispers to eager faces)

“Try love”

Said the Queen to her Pawns

As she looked out over
Her black and white lawns

“Before the Sun fades
Or goes away

Open up your souls and see where it goes

Just try love once
Even if it fails”

Said the Queen to her Pawns

As she looked out over
Her black and white lawns

"For,
From as far as Babylon of Old

To Istanbul
Standing still in the Cold

All my old pieces have tried love once

Before they were took
By Death's cruel hook

To stand away forever
From my black and white lawns

Lost in the shadows
As the stars fade, when the moon comes out

Praying in straight, black and white lines

For a second chance
At a new dawn

So try love once,
My beloved Pawns

Even if it fails

Take a chance
Before you're removed

From my black and white lawns

Just try love once,
My beloved Pawns

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

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Philosophy of Ascension

 Press play.

(A lone voice whispers)

In this life

What you choose to let others feel

By practicing these three key major principles linked to love

Care

Understanding and

gratitude

Can be the difference between appearing fake with a pious platitude

Or being real

Don't let indifference steal what could help you

Or someone else heal

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Foundation.

“Let all that you do be done in love.” — 1 Corinthians 16:14

A spectacular quote if one praises the lid off 

Love doesn't always relate to romance, but can reflect similar attributes.

Such as care, understanding, and gratitude.

1. Care.

Sometimes, doing something for someone or an institution because we choose to.

And

2. Understand 

By doing so: we are possibly helping them and more so,

We can embrace 

3. Gratitude

Because we like the sensations we receive silently, by sharing our light. Through inward acknowledgment.

Wouldn't a mindset like that help one to ascend?

(A "pious platitude" refers to insincere or empty talk about religion or morals, often used to appear virtuous or moral without genuine conviction. Source. Google)

Redemption

(A lone voice whispers)

If only they, today, embrace this whole poem 

Just like the Seal once broken long ago in Golgotha 

We all have a way home if we realize as a society 

That old control is over, and we all have the chance to follow the old words 

Once given to Noah

(C) Copyright John Duffy 

And from each human being, too, I will demand an accounting for the life of another human being.

 Whoever sheds human blood,

    by humans shall their blood be shed;

for in the image of God

    has God made mankind.

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Validation

 

Validation

(A lone voice whispers)

Are there two types of characters in this world 

To be seen 

Ranging through love 

To business, and everything else in-between 

Those who do take risks, and those who hate taking chances, and making mistakes 

Which one are you?

A.

 A risk-taker 

Or

B. 

An idolater of stepping on the brakes 

For sometimes, 

Is it better to have known something 

Briefly 

That might have had real potential, to be truly special 

Or would you rather linger lost

Forever

Taunted 

By self-doubts, many whispering, red devils

(C) Copyright John Duffy

Foundation.

Would you rather be haunted by self-doubts, about taking chances?

With introspection?

Like an idolater who worships, stepping on the brakes?

Or are you courageous enough to take chances, and risk all, on something special.

With a high chance of making mistakes?

To never be lost, forever taunted 

By self-doubts, many whispering red devils

Who'll appear right out of the minds, many gates?

(If you're reading this far, you must be a type A.

You have my Validation of being a risk-taker.

Hit like if you are. Salute)

The Tempter

 The Tempter

(A seductive voice, smiles as it looks over New York. While the sun rises)

So my old record plays

As the early morning mists slowly 

Drift in 

And herald the new dawn of those beguiled by sin

The politicians 

Government's 

People

Lovers and haters

Oh, how the air is rich

With such irreducible tension

As they all wander around with delicious apprehension 

Gossipping 

Feeling self important and all the while never knowing 

They've been all bewitched 

(C) Copyright John Duffy 

Foundation.

With global wars, politics and tensions worldwide, on many levels.

Has the power of influence shifted slightly to the other side, in the spiritual game of freewill 

Between two immortal powers?

Can you feel the world slowly getting darker?