Transmigration. The Seer's Song.

 

Transmigration.

The Seer's Song.

(A lone voice sings)

Look to the stars

Remember your place

Drink from your ancestors' fountains 

Summon up their memories 

To see their faces 

For you've come so far across

All of life's many mountains 

 

Unsee, all political theaters

Ignore the fear.

And things will get quieter 

But listen to me 

The Eternal Seer

For hope is here

Listen to your heart beat 

Like a drum

Channel your faith

For it shall come

Bow and be blessed

Light some candles and dance 

Take chances

But ignore greed

For true freedom comes 

By being happy with all you need

So always look to the stars and remember your place

Drink from your fountains to overcome the doubters 

And see their faces

To summon up their memories 

To help you conquer

All emotional wars

For the future is yours

Regardless of enemies

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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Transference

 

(A lady sings. Can you hear her?)

Mother's strong

Never deviled 

Conquering all

For dream child 

To be free

Never confined 

To be faithful 

Strong

Like Wotan

Never broken

By emotions

For through 

Hemoglobin

Power 

To shine 

Golden

Never  

Beholden

Mother's song

Undo 

All wrongs

Conquering all

To be free

Faithful 

Strong

Never broken

For through shared power 

We shine golden

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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The Luna Cycle

 

The Luna Cycle 

(A lone voice whispers)

At birth

Wakened by mother heartbeats 

With Luna rising in the East

Born to be more than the norm 

Before Luna reaches her peak

When youth surely will be gone, and it's slowly time to get weak

What do you want to be remembered for?

Before Luna descends in the West

And it's soon time to embrace 

The end of your participation in life's endless contest?

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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Forerunner Dreams

 

Foundation.

Do you think of someone special when it all seems to much?

Title:

Forerunner Dreams

To shake off darkness.

When the pain comes creeping in.

I still think of you.

#Senryu (575)

(C) Copyright John Duffy 

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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

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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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