. Poetry from The Great In-Between

Monday, October 7, 2024

The Monologue of Saul

 The Monologue of Saul


(A lone voice whispers)


Do people 

Maybe even you 


Who have ever been broken in two 

By love


Sometimes sit wondering 

What was I thinking of


Was I seduced by a dark dream from those hidden in the byways and half ways 

In-between 


By Pagan old kings 

Jealous queens and their armies


Whispers of spells from their invisible lips 


To see false things which might seem true


Only to drain 

My love away 

With every sweet touch and kiss


By gesturing old fingertips 

From daybreak and into the awaiting night


For is to love

Just a sweet game of chance


To let the heart dance

The passionate Milonguero


To risk all 

Even the fall


To sit one day 

In silence 

Wondering


Oh, why did I risk being cracked in two by love


Only to sit pondering 

Like so many other broken in two souls


What was I thinking of


Was I seduced by a dark and dangerous dream 

Linked to love


From those hidden in the byways and half ways 

In-between 


From below 

Or above 


By Pagan old kings

Jealous queens and their armies 


Whispers 

Creating spells from their invisible hungry lips 


To drain away my love 

With beckoning gestures 

By old fingertips


As my heart silently yelled 

Ringing an unheard 

Red alarm bell

 

With every sweet touch and kiss


Inviting me 

Like Dante Alighieri

Into an old hell


From daybreak and into the awaiting night


Mesmerized 

Under pagan old kings and jealous queens

Spells


But deep down

I now know

As I go


To love


To live and love in any given moment 


To taste any form of love

Might be a mystical game of chance


A chance to let the heart dance

The passionate Milonguero


To risk all even the fall

To sit one day wondering


For I now know

With experience 


All beautiful things in sweet exchanges once lost


When each moment is remembered 


Those sweet tranquil ones

That one still treasures

The most 


To risk all and even if only the heart briefly dances 


The passionate Milonguero

In the arms of love 


Is always worth the cost

Even if you end up feeling 


Used up 

Lonely and lost


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


Milonguero:

One example of the 5 different styles of dancing the Tango.

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Saturday, October 5, 2024

The Illumination of the soul

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(A lone voice whispers)



As a person, you must know


Deep down 


You're part of one of the most spiritually 


Illuminating 


Literary movements there has ever been


A gift sent to you for self-expression from The Great In-Between 


A means to pull down old towers with new or old siege hooks


Open closed doors

By maybe writing a blog or book 


To walk through anthills and moors


Of poetic stanzas


To find who you really are 

As you pause and really look


For above all things

Magic in poetry is real


A form of rebellion from the mundane


A resolution 

A Bonanza 


To push back boundaries in a form of grassroots resistance 


To power and social control

 

To be able to purge the destructive nature of humanity and the need to share its beauty


To those watching on patrol 


As they go 

For you are so gifted


So never be afraid to share your Illumination of the soul


For someone somewhere

Always needs to be lifted



(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


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Thursday, October 3, 2024

The Invocation of Xo

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(A lone female voice whispers)


Within these enticing words is a manifestation of magic from me


An incantation from my higher self


My spirit

For you to take to the crypt 


Beyond all your eyes can ever see 


Ven y quédate conmigo


For within these magical words,

I sign my secret name with this poetic invocation 


Deeply

Into your hypothalamus


Sweetly 

And

Slow


Ven y quédate conmigo


To unconsciously follow you 

Like a Little Hobo


Everywhere you go

Ven y quédate conmigo


I've cast this now you've read it as our own individual spell to allow you 


To carry me within your each and every breath 

Until our deaths


Ven y quédate conmigo


So I can see you grow

From Spring to the last Winter's snow 


From above and below

Ven y quédate conmigo


You’re inviting me in whether you know it or not


Ven y quédate conmigo


Admit our love

So this won't stop


Merge with me

So I can help carry you through any rain or tear drops


So say after me mentally as you read this


Ven y quédate conmigo

Come and stay with me

Xo


And I will come

With beating sounds of your heart's rhythmic drums


Ven y quédate conmigo

Come and stay with me

Xo


To be as one

Ven y quédate conmigo


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


 


Wednesday, October 2, 2024

Have you heard the call yet?



(A lone voice whispers)



In a modern world drowning in sweet old white lies


Floating like golden leaves and fluttering like Monarch butterflies 


In winter's silvery moonlight


Where green ivy grows and black coated crows 


Embrace Mother Midnight 

In Her blackest low hours


Beneath an Ash Tree 

Somewhere near


Miraculous sounds 

Summon lost souls

To appear in Dreamland 


With such irresistible power


Like maybe you 

Like me


By calls made by forest owls

And a white lone-wolf howl


Noises kissing the cold winters breeze like long-lost lovers


Sending out calls to all those who still 


In the Old Ways

Believe 


Crying out to be given life's new keys


To walk with others

Similar 


By their side

And swear a secret oath 


To Forests pagan call

In Dreamland 


Underneath that Ash Tree


To provide 

A sanctuary in hope 

For those needing to cope


To show the lost 

Fumbling in the dark

To try to be their guide


And in that celestial exchange of an unseen love


Leave a sigil in their heart


For kindness shown throughout years of service To helping others 


Summoned to do so

By a strange call from Mother Midnight 


Will forever pay

The Toll Keeper to Paradise

 

Your entrance fee

When you are eventually 

Recalled. 


For helping others who may have eaten 


The poisonous fruit from humanities self destructive 

tree


Called Annihilation

 

While lost in dark fields of self-gratification 


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


Tuesday, October 1, 2024

Star-crossed lovers

 (A lone voice whispers)


Owner of my thoughts 

A woman who can be never bought 


Beauty who sleeps in a white room 


Deep in my soul 

With a love that never grows old


Owner of soft hands to ravish to banish the winter's cold


A love song 

Incarnated in flesh 

With dark looks to haunt you


Until you are old


Oh how I love you so

And carry your picture 

In my top pocket


Everywhere 

I go


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Monday, September 30, 2024

Darkness to Light

 


Darkness to Light 

(A lone voice whispers)


In these dark times 

Of bombs dropping 

Keep your faith


As

Some politicians and countries 


In hidden

Silence


Gather to

Pray for war and violence

In uneven lines


With a version of Caiphas

The dark priest


From the mythical Lost City of Dis

In The Far East


Praying the world

Tastes a Malebolge sour kiss


But what the sowers of scandal and their many followers


Of the Three-Headed Beast

Will soon know 


They risk

Living by The Great Lake of Cocytus


Within the gateway to a soulless Judecca


Floating in the dark wells of fire and ice


To be with their God

Who pays with cursed gold

In the form of all you desire


Only to entrap those into sin


To burn 


In the eternal fire

As the Great Battle

Continues 


Into eternity

As the bombings

Begin


While angels

Of Light

Led by Archangel Michael   


Slowly 

Win

In long nights


So jeep your faith


For the Darkness

And its followers on crusade


Will soon

Fade


(C)

Copyright John Duffy




The voice of the Mytakiia

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( A lone voice whispers)



Are you good in spirit 

Kind and filled with compassion 


Or do you want to join the horde

And beg for an epiphany from our lord


For I've seen

The newly indentured 

Stand


Crying 

Like forever


In this endless rain

On this unhallowed sand

In this no man's land


When they realise their holy dreams have died

In pain


In reflective wet

Puddles


Seen hearts once made out of stone 

Torn out of cold sides


And laid

By the wayside


As lost souls

Daily

Struggled


As the Watchers

Beyond the Great Shadows


In their hundreds

Smiled and chuckled


At the newly condemned

As they suffered


Seen Antediluvian Kings

Of once great renown 

Fall and kneel


And curse the black sky

Using every known verb to implore how they feel


Watched cities

Of the wailing

In their numbered caves


Plead for forgiveness 

Like the 72 

Imprisoned by King Solomon's seal


All this I've seen

And so much more


But amongst these mists


A new seat

In one of our caves

Always awaits 


Its number for the

Newbie


On that door

Is always eight


Covered in a million old etched in names


It could carry your name

Like mine


Into oblivion


But if you still feel the compulsion


To do what's right 

To walk the good walk


Who knows


We The Mytakiia


The followers of the slow path to salvation 


Might never see you 

On any given night


In these grey land

Of wailing and pain


To stand like 

Those lost 


Like us 


Before the centuries of pleading our case


The wailing multitude 

We call the Profane


Who stand still crying into the endless rain


Asking for forgiveness 

From a higher power


Of no name


(C)

Copyright John Duffy


Sunday, September 29, 2024

Sunday blessings



(A lone voice whispers)


In this maelstrom of life

There's always a way to help sad times end


Just ask for help from family or friends 


So don't just wander lost

Loveless and forgotten by your version of God


That self-indulgent cognitive deep-seated emotion


Has never been a prerequisite 


Bestowed from strange unvisited realms 

From so high above


You just need to embrace all of your carefully camouflaged deep


Compartmentalized scars


To try to find your own Philosopher's Stone


Where it's just brimming with hope


Within your own hidden spiritual development


And maybe forgotten divine love


For it will help to support you 


Whenever you are stuck

Wallowing knee-deep 


In your life's own ever-growing mud


Copyright John Duffy 

Saturday, September 28, 2024

The Song of Eeeooo Eeeooo E

 The Song of Eeeooo Eeeooo E



(A lone woman sings)


With your last breath

Of the fading midnight hour


Will you hear with all your powers of the auditory


The musical call of my mystical senryu


Eeeooo Eeeooo E

Eeeooo Eeeooo Eeeooo E

Eeeooo Eeeooo E


From my Bacchic Celebration Towers 


Will you join my unashamed company 


In the swirling dervish mists


Who go past each midnight 

From another realm


Singing and chanting 


Eeeooo Eeeooo E

Eeeooo Eeeooo Eeeooo E

Eeeooo Eeeooo


To join a new world

Of never-ending pleasures

That will forever last


Where sensuous music with wild voices


Will put your soul 

At risk


With its seductive noises


And make it your Fate 

To enter and close its rusty old gates


Forever


Would you join

As they passed


No longer to lament

But to be courageous


To welcome me

To pitch my tent

In your soul 


With powers of enchantment and pleasure 


That will seem 

Heaven sent


A contradiction 

Of above and below


For I know

When all lascivious dreams must go


So shed your hubris and pomposity


As you 

To me

Are led


Chanting my musical

senryu of


Eeeooo Eeeooo E

Eeeooo Eeeooo Eeeooo E

Eeeooo Eeeooo


We pray to

The Golden Goddess of Exiles


Eeeooo Eeeooo E

Eeeooo Eeeooo Eeeooo E

Eeeooo Eeeooo E



To go to a place

Where purple butterflies live forever 


And people never

Die


Eeeooo Eeeooo E

Eeeooo Eeeooo Eeeooo E

Eeeooo Eeeooo


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


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Thursday, September 26, 2024

A whisper in the night

 Even though

The night is mine


Like the African doe


Who hides behind 

The bushes in the nighttime


In the Kigali


Every breath you take

Every step you make


Even if the moon longer rises

Or the sun goes out


I will be at your side


If you lose hope

With nothing left to cope


I will be at your side


If your life seems empty whilst others seem to have plenty


Pray to me to appear

To wipe away those tears


For I will be at your side


If you need space and time 

To clear your mind


If you need to feel pain

To be reborn again


I will be at your side


If Fate brings you SAD gifts 

Like seasonal affective disorders


From all known states

Or borders


Or people filled with and preaching hate


Call to me

And I will be at your side


For your life is but a brief whisper 


A quick ride in my Ether


A tiny dot on my ethereal map


A made-up wheel

Created by the Babylonians and Egyptians


That can steal all you feel


So know

Your life was never made to live alone


Driven by a ticking wheel


Call to me 

To atone


And I will be at your side

In a flash 


Before your world turns to ash


So my Keeper of the Sacred Keys

Peter 


Can welcome you home

To a wonderful land 


Where you're never alone 


But with all your family and beloved friends


And free spirits as all animals roam


Remember to call to me

So I can be at your side


I'm sure you know my name


For I'm also a child


A son of a God sent to guide

All things in his Ether 

Which collide 


Even the sinful

Who have lied


But more so 

For those who souls


Who have cried


Call to me

For dear reader


Faith always provides


(C)

Copyright John Duffy



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