The Taylor

 

Are you a Taylor too? 

A poem accepting that controversy and misinterpretation are permanent conditions of living as an artist.

The symbolism of the Apple serves as a powerful biblical allusion. 

The green apple symbolises purity, temptation, and the origin of human consciousness.

To "bruise" the apple implies that the art possesses a raw, disruptive truth capable of altering innocence itself, striking a blow against rigid moral perfection. 

Title.

The Taylor. 

(A lone voice whispers) 

I'll forever stand accused of so many wild things. 

And all its indelible noises.

But I'll keep stringing words together like one of the world's greatest tailors.

To create poetry, writing, music and art so seductive - it would leave Eve's green apple bruised.

That sometimes I think about what some say. 

On a Midsummer Night Day. 

Encouraging someone is never overused. 

So, I'll bravely stand accused and abused. 

With whatever I create. 

Right out of the blue. 

(C) 

Copyright John Duffy. 

Channelling Kurt Cobain

 

Channeling Kurt Cobain" serves as a melancholic homage to the legacy of Kurt Cobain, the iconic frontman of Nirvana. 

The lyrics are deeply introspective and filled with references to Cobain's life, music, and struggles. 

The Eulogy Song

 

The Eulogy Song (feat. John Duffy) is a reflective and comforting musical piece focused on themes of peace, faith, and transition. 

The song serves as a message of reassurance for loved ones, encouraging them not to grieve but to find solace in the singer's journey.

What song would you pick? 

The Divine Spark

 The Divine Spark (feat. Clinton R. Johnson & Darren Curtis) is a poetic and musical composition that explores the metaphorical concept of a "divine spark" gifted to individuals at birth. 

Doloris Affertor (L)

 

Doloris Affertor (L) 

Bringer of Sorrow

(A lone voice whispers) 

I am the silent whisper on dried, wet lips. 

The tidal wave to sink millions of lonely ships. 

A reckless wonderer from places unimaginable. 

Sent to create tension through therapeutic rehabilitation. 

In any given nation. 

My name is simply: Emotion. 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

E

 And so we disappear

Like lanterns in a midnight sky

Never to be seen again

The Illumination of the soul

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 

Resurrection

 Country Dreaming 

(A lone voice whispers)

 I can subliminally feel 

All those sad fears

Rhythmically swirling like sharpened kitchen knives

Within all your world choices

Which cuts me so deep

Like cold Tamahagane steel

Above all this new

Life's 

Now old noises

I can just see you 

Sitting there

In your darkened bedroom

Somewhere

Dressed in that familiar soft white lace

With translucent tears

Running down 

Your beautiful face

Thinking of me

As a lone crone

In a faraway forest

In triumph 

Sings 

And rejoices

Overjoyed by her spells

Creating turmoil 

Of fake excuses and tragic surprises

In you

For

I know

It's not fair

What you're going through

But trust me

I'm 

Going through it

Too

For 

This thing we started

This inexplicable thing

This molten fire that still burns

Like it's taboo

Since we parted

Reaches so deep

Inside

I can't sleep

Can't work

Can't recall

How many times

I've cried

Brokenhearted

For I remember

Those sweet salad days

Walking on the beach

With the spirit next door

Who came to me

Unexpectedly

Like a serene gift 

From The Holy Sea

Gently fluttering by

To say hello

Like a rare beautiful Glasswing Butterfly

But now

We are 

But two 

Lost souls

With nowhere to go

Just wondering round

In familiar round circles

And looking into 

This purple haze

The very mouth of this black abyss

Before me

Looking at the mistakes

We once made

In my scrying mirror

As our tarot cards 

Were first laid

When we unexpectedly first kissed

While we walked

Its tired pavements

In its maze

I pray and hope you still

Think of me

The ghost

Who still loves his beautiful rare Glasswing butterfly

From the Realms

Of The

Great In-Between

Sent to love you

To remind you

You're so special

An astral envoy

Sent like a 

Spiritual Kestrel

To inspire others 

Especially those

That suffer in silence

So turn that Southern Country music up high

To drown out your world's violence 

For a light like yours

Must shine

And it's why

This old ghost

Can never say goodbye

For our old love

Lives beyond

The seas of this black abyss

Forever 

Spinning

In my memories

Of our

First poetic unexpected kiss

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Freedom Road

 

(A lone voice whispers) 

As my cards turn

As this old world burns

I know not where I'll go

Down Freedom Road

As this lone white candle

Blows into the night

I know not where

But I'll follow the light

All those sweet things

We once shared

Drift like leaves

Upon the air

Down Freedom Road

 I carry my soul

When the wind keeps calling, I keep walking on

I'm not afraid, no, not anymore

The Lord is waiting at the journey's door

Down Freedom Road

Where every broken heart comes home

I'm not afraid

Of the pain

Not afraid

To walk barefoot in the rain

'Cause I run to the Lord,

Now my work is done

Run to rest beneath

The Eternal Sun

And I'll wait to see

The Almighty,

And the Holy Son

When my race is run

Down Freedom Road

 I carry my soul

When the wind keeps calling, I keep walking on

I'm not afraid, no, not anymore

The Lord is waiting at the journey's door

Down Freedom Road

Where every broken heart comes home

As these cards keep turning

And this old world burns

Every mile I travel

Is another lesson learned

The candle may flicker

The night may be long

But faith keeps singing

Its quiet song

Down Freedom Road

 I carry my soul

When the wind keeps calling, I keep walking on

I'm not afraid of any pain

I'll walk barefoot through the pouring rain.

Down Freedom Road

To the shade of the Eternal Sun

As this lone candle blows

While I still run

Down Freedom Road

Until I see

The Almighty

And the Holy Son

(C) 

Copyright John Duffy

Anointed

 

Blessed be

(A lone voice whispers) 

You do know if you like poetry in 2026

You're one of the special ones 

Defeating the ten-second mind

Promoted everywhere

By the insidious Matrix

(C) 

Copyright John Duffy