. Poetry from The Great In-Between

Sunday, February 16, 2025

Jericho's Prayer Letter Fire Ceremony Offering

 


There is a call deep on high


It whispers in the darkness and constantly cries


It speaks of divided parts entangled but still standing whole


An unconquerable timeless love forever aflame between two now lonely souls


I was once yours it whispered and you were always mine


Simultaneously, we might be separated by the great veil, but we’ll still stand together as one 


Watching the crestfallen stars until the fall of time


For together we are indivisible by death and all that remains


For we two carry our golden chains even though its burdens may cause temporary pain


We are but just lonesome wanderers awaiting reunion


But one day we shall again be as one 


You’ll just have to be patient and wait until my time is run


Such longing flows through my veins


The one I still miss who could no longer remain


It’s but a holy need I really could not casually dismiss as your soft caresses I still really just miss


I can only but look forward to a new tomorrow when we shall once again meet in a new Summerland 


Devoid of pain, cancer, or sorrow


To be reunited in halls of immeasurable secrets


Where we shall no longer grow old and all our love shall be reborn and surrounded by lights of shimmering silver and gold


I visited a medium in the fall of the last Full moon


And Shirley said 


My other half still waits in the dark


She stands lonely too with a broken heart that still pines


So Julia

This is my message for you


One day, beyond the mists of time in a new place filled with tranquilly for all to behold.


All our stories and adventures shall be retold


For ours is a love which shall still grow as we are inescapable souls


Irredeemable, we may still be 


Full of mortal faults and mistakes, but blessed be by the lights of Goddess Albina


Beyond the Great Wormwood Star


Unconquerable two souls

Will once again 

Walk as one


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


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Apollyon Relationships

 Press play.



(A lone voice whispers)


Have you ever had a disastrous relationship before, or looked at a friend, and wondered…


Were the dark forces at play at any given emotional, traumatic moment?

Title: 

Apollyon Relationships


(A lone voice ponders after a first date)


Are you my 

Morning Star


My fallen introduction

To spiritual and physical sin


A dark place 

Where I might never win


(C)

Copyright John Duffy


Reference in this case.

Apollyon. / () / noun. 


New Testament the destroyer, a name given to the Devil (Revelation 9:11)

Saturday, February 15, 2025

The Beguiled


 (A lone voice whispers at 3 am)


There was always something so controversial and medieval 


About exploring semi-clothed in the dark shadows


All the deeply hidden essences of you


But I guess it's just one of the many unspoken reasons 


Why I stepped into your view


Just unconsciously attracted when you appeared 


Right out of the blue



(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Manifestation Dreams

 


Manifestation Dreams

Are we just in a gulag
Of our own making?

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Foundation.

Do we make our own prisons of the mind, we silently wallow in every day?

Gulag

Slang for any prison or detention camp.

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Canto Dreams


(A weary voice whispers)


Like a slave to love

I once looked for true completeness 


But like Beatrice and Dante, 

There was always a great barrier 


Between us


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


Foundation.


Does society, peer pressure, family or religion, hinder many when searching for love?
 

Friday, February 14, 2025

Soulmates

 


Sometimes in life


If you're really lucky, 

You meet people you truly love 


Without all the complications of physical or spiritual crucifixions


Special ones

You can never grow tired of


(C)

Copyright John Duffy

 

Romantic Art Oil Painting on Canvas by Portland Artist BenWill

Reflections


 (A lone voice whispers)


Are you like me when selecting poetry or books to read


As they come up on your timeline or newsfeed 


For I've met some interesting people in my long life


And the most interesting ones I enjoy reading on any given night


Are those courageous ones who use the sharp knife of experience 


To write


To let go of whatever they need to purge using fonts as a testimony


In their own personal magical Fire Ceremony



(C)

Copyright John Duffy


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Poetry 101


 Poetry 101


(A female lawyer whispers)


Some of my narcissistic plaintiffs write for greatness 

But the most divine I serve 


Write simply for self-expression


To embrace their sacrifices

Personal experiences and inner freedoms


So my question is


Are you 


A.


A freedom plaintiff 


Or


B.


A narcissistic native?


(C)

Copyright John Duffy


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Thursday, February 13, 2025

Loss


(A lone voice whispers, crying into a silent night as a white candle burns)


I still miss you like seeing a yellow butterfly in the rain


This new pain may be indescribable, but to me, it's palatable 


For without this indescribable pain


In time, 

I'm afraid


I'll slowly forget losing you


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


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Wednesday, February 12, 2025

The Gate



(A lone voice whispers)


With reflection 

In this

The midnight hour 


I light a white candle

For the one 


Who once had me 

Under her power


Driven by loves

Powerful desires


For us,

The Almas Perdidas

(Lost Souls)


Maybe like you 


The

Left Be-Hinders


Who wallow and wade through griefs tiring waters

With a broken heart


After love says 

Farewell


To then become new drinkers

From Depressions deep well


Praying love returns

With a ring of a lone bell


To see true love

Once more and say


Stay 


Please

Don't go away

And melt my heart


Stay 

So we are now 

No longer

Torn apart


But like all pilgrims seeking God 

In their own particular way


We know the bell will never ring


We know our hearts will never heal or sing 


So we live 

In a living version of Purgatory 


Dying with each breath of decay


We take


As we watch and wait for our call

To join others


Now living beyond

Purgatory Great Gates


(C) 

Copyright John Duffy 

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