The Laws of Attraction

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Do you believe in the laws of manifestation

When I started writing poetry 

I visualised being the best version of:

John Duffy Poet

I could be

So

Look up

John Duffy Poet

On your search engine

Of choice 

Will you be surprised if I'm the first name you'll see? 

The question is:

Did I manifest a top ranking via Poemhunter

Or do people like you, still like and explore poetry, and use it as your own regular form 

Of self-psychiatry?

And sometimes enjoy

sitting under my supernatural vocabulary tree

And reading these strands and whispers

I conjure out of The Great In-Between 

And label them as my version of inspired 

Poetry

(C) Copyright John Duffy

Need a poetry tip?

 

Poetry Tip 101

(A lone voice whispers)

For a dash of exquisite fun

Try to have such a mesmerising style of creativity—when stimulating, visual imagery. 

So all those within your prose's proximity:

Can enjoy its delicious delivery 

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Sċēaweres

 

Foundation.

Mixing Old English within the 21st Century.

Titul:

Sċēaweres

(An all ana

 voice hwisprian's)

For although our pæþe 

Are divided by Wyrd

By The Grēat In-Betweonum

Also viewed as Destiny or Fate

By our Andsaca's

Enemies

Vultures and lions

Which Scyttan 

Hydan 

In The Great Ether

Restless

Unseen

And with great Hungor

Ravenous 

Just outside our Godcundlic Gates

Ours is a sacred Trēowa 

One 

No fowl creatures knoweth

And which the vultures, lions and ravenous creatures: filled with Æfestiġ

And second eyes 

Grene

Hath seen

But we will be Siġefæst

So

"Hál wes þú or wes hál"

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Old English andgiet:

Meanings:

Sċēaweres

Watchers.

All ana 

Unaccompanied.

Hwisprian

Whisper.

pæþe

Paths.

Andsaca

Enemy, adversary.

Scyttan:

 "To hunt," this word could be used if the "prowling" is specifically in search of prey.

Hydan

Meant to conceal.

Hungor

Hunger.

Godcundlic.

Spiritual. 

Trēowa

Faith, pledge, agreement.

Grene

Green.

Æfestiġ

Jealous or envious.

Hath

Have.

Siġefæst

Victorious.

Hál wes þú or wes hál 

Be in good health' or 'be fortunate'.

(Now read again, now you understand. Especially the ending)

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The Visit of the Angel

 

(A lone voice whispers in a quiet house, clutching a much loved wedding photo)

My old love

You were like a rare silver daffodil

Blooming so beautiful
On the beaches of life

A husk filled with such unquenchable desire

Lit by a strange hypnotic yellow fire

A world of visceral emotional realms to be explored

If one gained access
To walk upon those sacred shores

From wild primitive passions

To last throughout
7,305 days and unforgettable nights

To acts of pure divinity
To ignite all those

Privileged to be
Within sight

With ruby-red lips
To mystify and own

To dark eyes
To drown in

To atone

Hurricanes of power used to call your name

As did salt circles of those jealous
In the darkness

By those
Who I shall not name

Who attacked us with so many unfounded wild aspersions

But to me,
You were my
Deta

The complete queen
Who ran down my taxi
Meter

A princess born
On the loving streets of Nirvana

But brave enough
To still follow

Where her heartbeats
Took her

God,
I miss you

Your smiles
Your jokes

And that evocative perfume you loved

That expensive rare one
That smelt like smoke

I had a visit
Late last night
From someone

I couldn't see

He said in a low whisper
He was an Angel

And you and me
Would walk on those sacred shores

Once more

That hidden choirs would sing

Crowds of Angels
Will gather

As golden bells
Ring

However, here's the thing

It would take my death
To bring us together
Again

In five days,
Two hours
And ten minutes

And I should prepare

For my Deta
Awaits to be seen

On those
Yellow shores

Once again
Of The Great In-Between

Smiling
In silence

At our soon-to-be
Unlicensed alliance

So I hope you hear this call,
Deta

For soon,

In five days,
Two hours
And ten minutes

You'll be my beautiful queen

Again

Back to running down my old taxi meter

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

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A voice in the dark whispers

 

Foundation.

With uncertainty flowing like a molten volcano around the world, and online. 

Is it within dark times like these, we should try to bring more light into the world?

Title:

A voice in the dark whispers

Lookup

Not down

And be drawn

Into spiritual degradation

Or dark temptations

Linked to politics or the flesh

By the Red Dragon 

But to blue clouds

Filled with sacred tetragons

With belief in whatever you know as good, be held

In-Depth

For the son of Cronus and Rhea

Brother of Zeus and Poseidon

Grows ever near

To welcome you into his waterless Barren Lands

Delighting in unimaginable fear

So be

Precipitous

And look up to

Defeat the rolling Abyss

Ruled by Hades 

Hidden 

Within

Its mists

Espouse goodness

While you still

Live

Like a sweet Valentine's Day kiss

And try to avoid

The Void 

Filled with those 

Who now pay a hefty

Price

But enter into new lands of Spiritual Paradise

With your selfless acts

Of kindness and self-sacrifice 

Will you try to do good?

Or will you follow those who will suffer bitterness, when a star called, Wormwood, 

Falls?

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Salvation

 (A lone voice whispers)

Do you believe in absorbing esoteric supernatural impressions 

To clear your pathways

Of all mental or traumatic depression's

To then walk down life's metaphysical runways

Like a young Gabrielle Bonheur Chanel or an inspired

Paul Poiret

If so

Because I believe 

In you

Always be optimistic and open to being positive when exploring newer experiences

For true belief

Lies in the right mindset in all you do

To transform your soul into your best version of a sage or mystic

Allowing you to chase stars and wild Middle Earth dreams

To bind old mistakes and fears

To white metaphorical feathers 

To throw them into the healing fires within your mind

For their old powers over you 

In the unconscious rising smoke retire

As you learn which new bridges to cross

And which old bridges to burn

For sacred self-knowledge and empowerment is ubiquitous 

A chimera

A conjunction of wild beasts

Roaming wild

Living life through 

Eight letters called Salvation

Which to the child of the Revived

Like you

Cannot never ever be denied

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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The Mage Whispers

 

Do you see past your reality tunnels

Your every day to day

Safe plays

As your Geiger Counters

Ticks left to right

As it slowly sways

Do you see the struggles

Of life's many broken runners

In dire trouble

At home or worldwide 

Do you see the villains with the dirty bruised knuckles 

On television preaching or in real time

Standing in someone else's home

Their back garden

Their jungle 

As the world just watches

Engaging in endless bellicose discussions

Will you only take note

When one of the world's elected great hunters

Pushes the red nuclear button 

So I summon the power of the Four Elemental Gods

Earth, Air, Fire, and Water

To wake you up

Before that Old Fallen Power 

Grows so much stronger

That hope will no longer matter, as it will shatter

Stopping one climbing 

Jacob's Ladder 

The bridge one seeks at birth 

Between Heaven and Earth

So be it

What will be

Will be

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Temptation

Foundation.

In such a fluid interconnected world, are long-term relationships dwindling in numbers?

Is temptation saturating society, and creating an influx of communications, subtly asking for a second chance?

The Email to Monique 

Whenever I think of you,

I always feel a familiar calling

A soft echo which rhythmically whispers before each morning

I can still feel you

And it carries such magnificent tales of us slipping and sliding

Entwined together spiritually 

As a new world was dawning

But like all things borne into the bright lights

There are things lurking in the night

Things we failed to see 

To pray against and fight

And so now we both live alone

Me in bondage to time and memories 

And you

A sentinel in the in-between spaces

Who I still see

A serene face reflected in random windows

“Perdóname mi amor

La oscuridad vino por mi

Y en ese único momento 

Olvidé tu nombre"

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Translation:

Forgive me my love

The darkness came for 

me

And in that one moment 

I forgot your name

. 

The Entrepreneur

 

A recent share on a post, that is so relevant to poets writing in a world seeped in instant self gratification.

Title.

The Entrepreneur

(A lone voice whispers)

We do what we do, because we are old school

Inspired by the likes of visionaries such as, Michelangelo or, Vincent van Gogh

For in a modern world driven to seek immediate validation, and the trappings of success

We may be becoming a rare breed

For deep down, we know this unconditionally 

Unconsciously

We are a work in progress

We who do the hard work constantly, through patience, and resilience 

We know we will eventually see the journey has been worth it

As we are blessed

When the world eventually sees or embraces our portfolios 

For that immense need driven by relentless consistency, patience, and resilience

Will eventually knock on a certain door to be opened by us

Marked 

"For the brave

Who conquered the Lands of Broken Dreams filled with Regrets"

(C) Copyright John Duffy 

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The Repetition of Time

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Loss covers many different  paradigms.

From relationships, family, and friends, but one pivotal thought sometimes gets forgotten in grief. 

When someone suddenly has died.

The love you both once shared, will live forever.

Just hidden in a Repetition of Time, as you suddenly remember this 17 syllable drop of bliss.

In five, seven, five.

As those old memories, fire and come alive.

To just miss someone 

Is to have been truly loved

Treasure those moments.

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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