Is this why you write poetry

 

The Divine Spark

 Have you shared yours yet?

The Juggernaut

(A lone voice whispers)

Did no one tell you that true

Magic exists

Just hidden somewhere deep 

In most societies

Sought after by convicts of the mundane

Profane addicts, who cry out in the mists

Whenever they're asleep 

In pain

Some crying out for redemption or anything linked to temptation 

But still, it subsists in so many obscure places

And upon so many new or old altars, does it reside

For when it comes out to tempt the eyes of the juggernaut 

Known as The Great Metatron 

To look

One of the most powerful archangels, and interdimensional scribes

To the Book of Life

It causes so many other emotions, to like atoms collide

In the deep-minds behind inquisitive eyes and faces

From all gender and races

As imagery

Emotions and engagement runs wide

For the Philosophers Stone

The Great Secret

Is simply this

There's an old piece of magic in us 

All 

But sometimes, it only chooses to come out in those it made to speak

After a mighty fall

Maybe like you

Too

A new poet who once heard the nightly call

And now speaks a sacred hidden language, that summons the craft of 

Reconceptualizing the enchantment of the human experience

Through an incredible naming magical act

Breathing 

Molding and weaving 

Words into life

Like a pagan mage giving shape to energy 

A molten flux to entertain the curious ones 

Of any age

That needs something magical written in verse

As they turn one of your spiritual pages

To help save them from their own form of self-destruction 

And maybe anything that still hurts

Before their last ride home

In Old Nicks black hearse

As you serve your new masters and mistress's 

Of the magical vibrations known as, Poetry

By sharing your magic as it pleads to be dispersed

(C) Copyright John Duffy 

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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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