Do you believe in life after death?

 Foundation.

Do you believe in life after death?

Title:

The Rainbow Bridge 

(A lone voice whispers)

In a deep dream

I saw an old wooden bridge

A bridge of green and blue

Filled with yellow flowers and red roses

At the front of a gigantic crowd of watching blinking eyes

Stood a regal old lady

Blue eyes 

Crow black hair 

Dressed in purple with a white shawl

She seemed quite confident and approached

You may not cross here yet

She spoke 

Within my mind

These lands are for those who never forget true love

Us 

The ancestors of all of mankind

This is The Rainbow Bridge 

And over those ivy mountains are the golden cities

Filled with now happy reunited souls and their all their sidekicks

Brothers and sisters

Fathers 

Mother's and so many others in between 

Eternal watchers

Who you now see

Before you

Called

The Bellagio

A sea of eyes

Filled with love 

Who'll follow you 

Wherever you go

Waiting patiently 

In this rain or snow

For their beloved to eventually show

Above you

If you look

Is a golden mirror 

So we can see to the other side

To know when our beloved time too comes

To prepare to be reunited

When our true love

Say their final goodbyes to the mortal world

For true love never dies

Only fluctuates

As one walks 

Through a new gate

To be at peace

No pain

No anxiety 

Just happy to see our soulmates

As one crosses The Rainbow Bridge

For there is no time

And no such concept of being late

Now go

Astral traveler

And recount our meeting and greetings from me and The Bellagio

And with a low pearly sound of laughter 

She turned and walked back into the sea of smiling eyes 

Of the Great Hereafter 

Who all blinked in unison

Seemingly smiling

And all disappeared

As the dream started to fade

She appeared once more

Briefly 

In the trailing smoke

And whispered before I could answer

She spoke

It is I 

Lucinda 

Your mother 

Take care 

You have so much more to give

Like so many good people who still live

I, alongside so many others, will always patiently wait

So take your time and slow down 

Don't rush to cross our gate

And as I woke and wrote

In my dream journal

The beloved memories of The Rainbow Bridge returned

Making me smile

That she was waiting

Now at peace and in no more pain

Amongst her happy brothers and sisters

Beyond The Rainbow Bridge

Patiently waiting 

In the snow and ethereal rain

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Have a great Sunday.

I've rather enjoyed creating these poetic short stories.

Reflections of an exotic, sweet voice which sometimes calls me to newer lands.

In case you're curious or inquisitive, they were simply references from whence I sometimes visit.

If you're here just visiting, this Sunday.

I send you blessings from the Red Church and best wishes from The Great In-Between.

A piece for a quiet, easy Sunday.

Salute.

(A lone voice whispers)

Sometimes

You've just got to be brave enough to say goodbye to old ways, and try to heal raw opened emotional sores, as you look to life to give you more.

It may feel like you've been through all the world's many wars, but nobody's perfect and everybody has their scars and sometimes, unspoken flaws.

Some may choose to hide it so well, and smile and try to put on a favorite well-loved mask.

And some don't.

Some may say strange things in tempestuous moments of heat, as they sharpen their ferocious claws.

And some may say nothing whatsoever.

But just think?

People are just human, after all.

Misfits in the grandest of schemes, wandering around like lost little children.

After they've been given a life's spiritual work permit.

But you know, I've already lived five times in 6 hundred years.

Lived
Loved and cried so many wet tears.

Now I've returned for the seventh.

And here's what I know as I return from a short stint before I go back to my place in Heaven.

Life and all its emotional connections are simply explained in one line of poetry.

Which is written in bold italics in God's eternal archives.

What to know what it is?

It simply says: is

“Do the best with your time before you too have to die.”

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Angel Rhamiel
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Soledad (S)

 

Foundation.
Does Infidelity creep in when you least expect it?

Title:
Soledad (S)
(Solitude)

(A lone voice whispers)

In silence
On King's Street

I once found my second heartbeat

Wrapped in paper blue

Selling roses
Stacked in red and pink lines

Of two by two

My love climbed out of my skin like a supernatural ghost

Knocked on her heart's door

And pleaded to be let in

Her soul said yes
And we lived blessed

We shared heartfelt speeches on sunlit beaches

Reached heights of such magnanimity

Its beautiful frequency must now hurtle like a ray of light

Throughout eternity

We sat on front porches
Watched the world stroll by

Smiled as the honeysuckle Sun
Rose to scorch us

Two burning candles
Emanating such light

Until the air force of mosquitoes

Came out to rule the night

We raised our hands
In unison

Entwined fingers

Adorned with two matching golden rings

And retired
As the choirs of garden crickets began to sing

Slept with peace
In the same bed

Now we were wed

But then came
The Narley Man

Came in silence
To King's Street

Looking for a second heartbeat

One wrapped in paper blue

Selling roses
Stacked in red and pink lines

Of two by two

Sent his love like a supernatural ghost

And knocked on her heart's door

And pleaded to be let in

And so I'm left to carry on in silence

Filled with thoughts of emotional violence

Such is the power to destroy

Wrapped up in paper blue

Selling red and pink roses
Stacked in lines of two by two

On King's Street

Who shattered all that once mattered

By foolishly answering a supernatural ghost

Who once knocked her heart's door and pleaded to be let in

Such is the devilish power of the red three-letter word

Which spells sin

(C) Copyright John Duffy

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The Monologue of David and

(A lone voice whispers)

Although 

The Divine Pacatari

Took me tragically over the precarious edge 

Of the final dark mountain

To cross the Silver Bridge To witness Heaven's illustrious 

Beautiful fountains

While Star Child Orion

Watched in such profound sadness

From so far away

Riding the endless night sky

So high

With the sacred White Universal Mare 

Rode by Uriel 

Watching

In the Celestial Garden

As I look up in this thin fading air and patiently stare

Into the deep colours revolving like spinning tops in this abyss 

I know and pray 

We will be reunited in another lifetime

On another glorious day

To sparkle in such bliss 

Like a rare pair of twinkling diamonds

To prance and dance 

So close together

Like the tiny particles found in red wine

In the Holy Silver Communion Cup 

For even though fire and ice

Death and sometimes the misery of time

Will try to destroy our love

These feelings

Will never stop

For ours was just a brief rehearsal

In this lifetime 

Not a farewell from The Eternal Circle

For our love story will live on

Forever

In a place beyond worlds

In quantum realms 

Places unseen

And when you awaken in the half-light of lucid dreams

In the deep Realms of Sleep

I shall return 

In my only wedding suit

For nothing is truly lost

And even though love has a high price

We will walk 

Together again

Hand in hand 

So soon

One night

The cost of our reunion

Will be our secret reminder

A unique revelation

In the pristine Harvest Moon

For we are all but just

Golden leaves

Spice 

Blown by ravenous thunder 

In God's never-ending Monsoon

For I now know

No one weeps

When reunited in the Labyrinth of Sleep

To be remarried

In The Great In-Between

For living a mortal life

Is just the start of a new honeymoon 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

The Immortal

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Are we carefully scrutinised by undiscovered forces from another realm? 

Do we in the Great Mists, live forever?

Many of your types I pass daily but especially at midnight

When I sit on the edge of their bed

Have always asked

Even though we're all invisible

We still hear you 

As you struggle to confide in the forbidden silence

Especially in the last dregs of sunlight before dusk

Are we, immortal souls

You continuously question

What would you do with all our time?

Would it drive you right out of your mind?

Well, here's my answers 

Just for you to read before you turn to dust

In here

This dark place is known to the enlightened few as, The Shadow Lands

Where I now exist and drink almond ambrosia to worship and pray alone

 

Commissioned until eternity to strive to excite lost souls 

To confess their sins as my penance 

As I've been anointed with a chance to find a means to atone

To try to guide sacrificed deserted souls who stumble and end up my way

Praying to go home through random long or short legions of their exorcisms

In red rivers of linear poetry

Like a drunken

James Brown

I gather them around to listen to what my words truly mean and say

While high on whiskey and singing 

Papa's Got A New Bag globally 

Dressed like my prototype

Good old Bob Dylan in black

When he once faced his own faithful hurricane

I sometimes entertain them by dancing wildly in a smoke-filled stanza circles

Of 575 with the all-time king of pop

Michael Jackson

Whilst moon-walking in grey skies

Watched by others and the occasional falling star

My agastopia of delicious lines graces their minds

Like a new friend, I was recently introduced to

Hugh Hefner

The one famous for all those damned but hot

Playboy’s pictures

That sent adolescent and immature mind's cerebral cortex's 

And libidos are totally insane

I sometimes stand in the half-light 

Telling them

I'm so strong and powerful like that Thandie Newton

The one who once found strength 

Self-worth and power

In a new Westworld 

Whilst being reborn again and again

My words are whispered enchantments you see

Spells sent to serenade your tired bored five senses 

Filled with a crescendo of rising fire like when Marlon Brando

Embraced emancipation while causing total carnage.

Death and eventual apocalypse

In Cambodia 

As he boarded that fateful flight 707 from The Seventies 

Dreaming of his girl next door he left home

Called Sophia 

Am I a sceptic like some say or just a wide-boy spectator

A majestic soother like an out-worldly philosopher 

Or just a beguiling collaborator

Can you feel me

You ought to

I am simply giving you a mixture of words

Gracing your insatiable eyes

Through cheap or expensive plastic movie screens

As I hide in the dangerous depths 

Of the twenty-first century's fast-flowing mobile streams

For I'm just a beautiful old beast

A heaven-sent narrator

Steamrolling through with lustrous glossy keys 

To all the so many wet lesser brothels of your mind

As you sit watching and casually sipping these sweet-tasting words as you read

And just like so many

I already know 

You'll soon become gloriously addicted to my cheap bottles of poetic mead 

You see

I'm just a non-living fossil

A mesmerising essence from bygone days 

Mentioned only once in The Great Golden Books of The Byzantine 

I celebrate on Tuesdays and Sundays 

By going knee-deep into humanity's new future

MK Ultraing new intellects forever

To live just to love me

As I program them

Like an expensive computer geek

I'm a mixture of all of life's sweet-tasting aromas and scarred sacred baggage

Can you feel me yet

Am I just behind you

Watching and walking

As you stride out bravely in front

Or am I standing hiding 

Just beyond sight and keeping firmly closed

All the smokey doorways to all your dreams

Can you feel me like Old Nick

One of my dearest buddies whose everlasting God 

That guy loves stalking you all like an ageless Marquis

Me

I'm just a once-unvisited world of beguiling words

Just conceived into being by the Elemental unspoken old Gods from mystical Talen

Tasked to slowly just consume your earthly time 

of three scores and if you're lucky, ten

Can you feel my bony fingers stroking those secretive rooms 

The one's barely visited 

when you're awake and drunk 

In this world many addictive potions

But the ones you always use your golden keys to open and visit

When you dream 

and it's then and only then

That you'll see me

As I appear before you

Dressed in blue

To stimulate your mind to carefully unwind

All those old sometimes painful threads 

And through finding your own catharsis 

The freedom to write to be free

It is then and only then

That you'll meet me

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Unity

 

Foundation.

In quiet or difficult moments, do you think of something or someone special to help you get through? 

Do the whispers from your God or loved ones resonate with you?

Title: Unity

(A lone voice whispers)

When life suddenly becomes too painful, and parts of me feel like they are dying, like all those poor soldiers at, Waterloo, on the eighteenth of June, in 1815.

There's a secret place I go to, where I feel rich in the eyes of my watching, Bureau of The Internal Revenue. 

Whenever I pause and think of you.

  

A place of sunshine and memories surrounded by life's many monsoons. 

Which always helps me to renew 

(C) Copyright John Duffy

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The Watcher

 The Watcher 

(A lone voice whispers)

You do know that your spirit can become cumbersome

wading through rivers of physical, political and spiritual injustices that you are sometimes, powerless to fix?

And sometimes, beauty lies in a temporary surrender?

For in the end, if you meditate to embrace that nine-letter word  

And contemplate these two important points of view: 

Number 1

Being powerless right out of the blue can be just another bridge to try to cross in this life

A bridge to cross the surging rivers of people's karma below

And all you can do is offer help if possible and be gracious enough to accept this subtle fact.

Everywhere you go

For there is no point in fighting point number one without deep meditation before you act 

Since in the emotional anguish of your internal battle,

You could abandon the very fabric that offers you acceptance

Which could just be

Point number two  

 Love.

 Surrender again and embrace that nine-letter word

Surrender yourself to Love for Karma will offer little relief or respite 

On any given night

And always embrace that as long as you breathe, you can in time, change the future 

Even if yesterday stays, for your life is but a natural play composed of four stages

Infancy, childhood, adolescence and adulthood

And sometimes Infancy could return 

A feeling of powerlessness as you experience life as you age

But as long as we have tomorrow.

Hope beckons just like the other three stages of life

And as long as we have some form of Love, today could be glorious

As you once realise life is just a perceptual experience.

One just has to know, how to know how to deal with the differences.

(C) Copyright John Duffy 

Questions from The Ether

Questions from The Ether

(A lone voice whispers)

Is this why the modern world still needs poets and poetry?

To help the Illuminated be slowly renewed like a faithful servant of God clutching their rosary?

For can the power of poetry help carry you whenever your feet tremble, as you hear news of happiness or even tragedy?

Especially when tears stream down your face, for some say

Poetry can reinforce or shape new emotional realities. 

And a good book filled with heart-stopping prose or even a great poet like maybe yourself 

Can help light up in others

A divine hope 

A golden flame that can never be extinguished, even in the darkest moments of their anguish. 

To help keep those insidious shadows at bay as they find a new means to cope

I know we will all experience despondency at some point in our lives, and sometimes will feel lost, but one thing will always ring true: 

We will always return to our need for something to do or read, for a belief in a greater power. 

A force which can help us restore happiness, wash away tears, and try to make us feel whole again.

As it helps us explore a deeper understanding and appreciation of life, and all its immeasurable priceless moments. 

Some mystics say that poetry can help to enable us to reclaim those dire moments of darkness and remind us that those we love, including ourselves, are enveloped in good grace

Free from injustice, condemnation, pain, and suffering, but simply trying to achieve peace. 

For reading or creating poetry has always been the sweetest, everlasting song

That whispers or calls to every living soul, if they choose to carefully listen.

 

Regardless of their social or environmental positions or conditions. 

So have you heard it call to help you cross, maybe the Bridges of Doom?

From way over there

Seated in that very room?

(C) Copyright John Duffy.

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Are You Worthy of Being Remembered?

Foundation:

I recently had an engaging conversation with a priest, which inspired this piece. Salute.

Title:  

Are You Worthy of Being Remembered?

(A lone voice whispers)

You do know that there are two dates in all our lives that we either don’t remember or will never see, don't you?

Well, let me tell you.

Those two dates are related to our birth and, more significantly, our passing.

When we cross over, and hopefully rise to a higher frequency.

Those two dates are only separated by a dash, such as 1937 – 2008.

That little dash.

A mere stroke of the pen or a simple key on a keyboard or typewriter.

Carries within that small indentation all the adventures, dreams, loves, hopes, achievements, and so much more.

From sad, happy, easy or hard moments when you once ran freely through life's great gates.

Listing all those adventures, dreams, loves, hopes, and achievements could take forever.

So the question is:

Do you want to just be a simple dash in some copy written by a stranger on that inevitable morning?

A mere dash on a random newspaper or social media site, written by someone who is merely going through the motions? 

Or do you want to be more?

While the publication may include your simple dash when reporting the event, why not strive to be a vibrant crescendo of noise, reverberating around everyone like the chorus of magnificent sopranos?

Your life might ultimately be summarized by a stranger with a brief paragraph followed by random numbers. 

However, to those who love and cherish you.

Your family, friends, colleagues, and even strangers.

You can try to be someone they will always remember fondly.

So, will you try to increase your worth by doing more?

By being maybe more attentive, engaging, understanding, and empathetic.

Encouraging, friendly, kind, grounded, affectionate, patient, observant.

Welcoming, and so much more each time you walk in or out of a door.

“For you are your own magnificence. 

So shine a light so bright that it never dims and illuminates everyone whenever your name is mentioned!”

And always try to do and be better.

Before you meet the Tall Man, also known as The Soul Collector.

(C) Copyright John Duffy

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Want to know a secret?

 

Foundation.

Some say the body rebuilds itself within a ten-year cycle but on the spiritual side, is that even possible?

Emotionally, can one ever truly rebuild one's old cornerstones?

Title:

Do you want to know a secret linked to life?

Haber amado en cualquier edad

Es haber muerto de tantas maneras (S)

To have loved in any age

Is to have died in so many ways

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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