Are you curious?

 

Have you been resurrected yet?

 

Have you been resurrected yet?

(A lone voice whispers)

Is Love

Like ethereal raindrops

Tumbling from a hot

Unseen spiritual sky 

When you least expect it

Does it

Reveal itself

When

Two kingdoms suddenly

Clash and collide

Mundane worlds

Imploding and

Unravelling

Given birth

Beneath

Infinite clouds of clandestine

Assignations

Can

Our happiness

Smiles and lamentations

Sometimes

Drown

Swept up

Within its dark seas of

Astounding

Revelations

But do we crave

Love to still

Get wet

To bathe

Within its

Stimulating waters

Of repudiation

Or Salvation

All the while

Embracing

Its rough spiritual fingers

Of life-changing

Rehabilitation

To heal our old ways

And to help us find a way to forget painful memories 

As our soft cheeks

Get wet 

Through our second Resurrection

Our first being birthed

Here on Earth

Copyright John Duffy 

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The Ayahuasca Warrior

 

Foundation.

Do you believe in astral projection?

Title:

The Ayahuasca Warrior

(A lone voice whispers)

Into the Mythical UnderMouth
Known as The Dark Abyss

I went
Swirling like a lost Autumn leaf

In strange winds
Heaven sent

Merging like a well-drilled soldier

Into the fine lines
Of the Universe’s timeless dust

I travelled up high
Into the higher kingdoms of The Astral Realms

To mysterious crossroads of The Undreamt

Then to unvisited corners never seen before by others

Into another dimension of Time and Space

Colliding into other faceless atoms

Of golden rusty dust

Where one whispered

She would be my mother
In another life

She would nurture and get me ready for my future wife

Then that special atom flowed on

Farther still I travelled

Crashing still into other atoms as they too
Came along

Some confessed they would be my father

Sisters and brothers

But what pinned me and held me transfixed the most

Was that golden moment

Lost among that purple and hue

When a shimmering colourful cloud whispered

Before it too passed by
Like an unearthly ghost

I will be sent forward
Just for you

Forever to be your only true lover

My name is irrelevant for we will be reunited

Over the aeons
Again and again

For we are translucent beings of immortality

And in that moment of magical clarity

I knew I had found all the answers

To all my questions as she too drifted by

Flickering like a wind-blown flame

Towards a glowing light, I could not name

We are but pawns in the Greatest of all Games

But given a supreme supporting cast

Which acts as our deposit or bond

To help love and guide us
Whilst alive

And running around in its many diverse classes

For as long as the Greatest of all Games
Lasts

And then into
The Great Beyond

Flickering like a wind-blown flame

Towards a glowing light, I could not name

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

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Astral travelling, also known as astral projection, is a spiritual practice and esoteric concept involving the belief that consciousness can detach from the physical body and travel to different planes of reality.
Source: Wikipedia.

Imperfectus (L)

 

Foundation.

If the concept of having a soulmate is true, could you have previously met one and not known?

But upon deep introspection, still seek their reflection?

Title:
Imperfectus (L)

(A lone voice whispers)

There's an unfinished part of me
Hidden away deep

Way into my dark compartmentalization zone

That sees a broken heart
Whenever I dream

Sitting alone
By a fast flowing fountain
All on her own

Over the blue oceans and snow capped mountains

Now that we are apart and each one of us
Silently cries

Lost in a world wind of painful emotions

As strange circumstances
Dance in a swirling frenzy

Mirroring The Red Death, like in a crazy surreal scene

From Shakespeare's Macbeth.

But to have known her love
To have briefly felt and tasted its transcendental magic

Like a touch of expensive velvet

And dwelt somewhere deep inside her, I feel truly blessed

For I now know she was the one

So here's my only tragic message to The Almighty

My soul's,
Alpha and Omega Prayer

The next time around
Lord
Bring me closer to my true love.

My soulmate and unfinished business
Just somewhere

So we can restart
Hand in hand
Together

And no longer suffer
The internal agonies
Of twin broken hearts

So we can be bound together forever
In poetry and soul music

Whatever the weather

As each other
Is finally

In the flesh
Found

This I call to the Lord
My Almighty
Nightly

For without her love
This hard life been constantly reborn looking

Is so confusing

And that's why I pray every night
Reminiscing about those beautiful days

Whenever I listen to Kenny Rogers
Coward of the County

Which takes me back to the 1980s

When I first met her
All dressed in blue

In Caesars Palace

When she briefly stepped into my view
As we queued

And said

“Something deep inside
Tells me

I'm sure
I know you

But this time around
Don't leave my heart used or bruised.”

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Imperfectus (L)
Incomplete

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Birthdays

 Foundation.

Have you really appreciated having another birthday, as you got older?

Title.

Birthdays

(A lone voice whispers)

In your later years.

It's those little, big things in life.

That sometimes prods you unconsciously, like a sharp knife.

"Another birthday reached."

Just remember to be thankful within this mantra:

I'm so grateful to still be here, to see what life preaches.

A gift denied to so many who I knew.

Who once walked with me.

Laughing and joking.

From relations.

Friends and old banteroo's.

On life's many, revolutionary beaches 

(C) Copyright John Duffy

(Yes, today I am reborn. Salute)

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 

(C) Copyright John Duffy 

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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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