Reincarnated Love

 

Foundation.

Some old mythology says we are bound to find our twin flame or soulmate before we are born.

Our true other half.

This journey is simply repeated until we do.

No matter who we end up with.

To become whole.

Could old myths be true?

Title:

Reincarnated Love

(A lone old voice whispers)

I write this for you to see in this lifetime because I couldn't find you, and my earthly time is nearly up

My beloved Mary Lee

I know you were born to meet me

On the twenty-sixth of November

A date I'll know forevermore

As I look back 

Like now and remember

For we shall be together

In The Great Nevermore

Sharing conversations and sweet kisses:

Even after Death visits,

And offers you a drink of his sacrilegious dark wine

To end all your beautiful days and glorious time

I just know we shall be together, like twinned pilgrims 

In an eternal quest of hide and seek

Set forth in the silence, by a long remembered God

Lost somewhere in some surreal time stream

But together in insane spaces

In-Between

And as the soft capricious winds of Heaven

Change and dance like a wild Anna Pavlova

Between us

Creating a moving sea of love between our two pulsating souls

We shall know

In that very instance

Holding hands

Together, like first-date lovers

In the universe's

Dust

That we can sing and dance together,

Forever 

And be joyous in each and every form

For ours is a love story

Beyond the norm

A love story which will forever survive 

Composed in golden italics and kept safely on gilded shelves, with so many others 

Written in Enochian Archives

Stored beyond the Great Pillars 

In a sacred tabernacle

By the pale blue Holy Sea 

Our Eternal Sea

This I know because before I was born into physical form

You were written 

Into my history

By my spirit guides

God and me

The woman I'm bound to always love and try to find

Whenever I'm reincarnated into mankind 

The one soul betrothed to me 

By an angel called ADOEOET,

He who sings like a bird, who once whispered 

Meet your true love

My beloved Mary Lee

So, see you in another lifetime 

Your forever twin flame with no name

Whose loved is buried so deep, no matter how many times

Life tries to bury me

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Have you risked everything?

 Foundation.

Sometimes, marrying or loving someone comes with risks.

Did you, too, once encounter one of the Devil's, Mr. Fisk?

Title:

Evelyn. The Brave.

(A lone voice whispers as he places a beautiful red rose, on a pristine grave)

I still see you

Standing so still

Looking all beautiful in white in that restaurant's background expensive silver mirror, as I asked for your hand in marriage 

And can remember how all your family 

Particularly, your father and grandfather, cried out the next day

When they finally found out, 

We were to be married 

Evelyn

Don't you dare marry that rude boy

For if you do

All our family love for you will die

But looking back, as they have all now crossed over and died

I can just say, loving you in the face of such animosity,

was sometimes like walking through Dante's Divine Comedy

Wearing a red rose on my lapel with pride

And it's why I still love you

The girl dressed in white, who I once asked to be my beautiful bride.

Who knew her whole life was at risk 

But still found the courage to seal our future with our first wedding kiss

To defeat all the Devil's incarnated Mr. Fisk

(C) Copyright John Duffy

Missed Encounters

 

Are there extraordinary people you still miss for whatever reason?

This could include mothers, fathers, family members, friends, or lovers.

Does your mind sometimes wander into daydreams?

Title:

Missed Encounters 

(A lone voice whispers)

There's a dream world I go to, where the wild rivers flow. 

A dream world where true love lives, and always welcomes me.

Underneath our beloved, Babylonian weeping willow.

With warm arms that always forgives and loves me.

Lost somewhere Interdimensional.

In The Great In-Between.

For all our ancestors to see.

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Hospice Whispers

 

A poignant poem capturing a profound moment of devotion and despair as an elderly man holds a vigil by his sleeping wife's bedside. 

The piece explores the agonising tension between acknowledging her physical decline and desperately pleading with her to fight and stay.

 Through vivid motifs of fading light versus enduring passion, the speaker's absolute love transforms into a final, heartbreaking plea for life before a glimmer of hope breaks through as her eyes slowly open.

(A lone elderly man holds his wife's hand, for maybe the last time, and whispers. As she sleeps)

Although your beauty may fade with age

My only love

Don't you dare leave me alone 

Although the shadows like midday angels may slowly appear 

Creeping in

Sent from above 

To take you home

Although your smiles may diminish in numbers 

As our old world slumbers

Although your inner sun

May have ebbed and lost its shine 

With the passing of time

Although I may not say it often enough

Although my mind may be elsewhere 

I do so love you 

So try to lift up your tired heart, my love, and relight your fires

Try to erase the numbness to regain the sharpness 

Ignore the changes with the turn of each of life's many pages 

Although you may think you've lost your inner shine

 

Carry this wondrous prose, just deep within that beautiful mind

A simple thought I just send

From me to you 

My love

For this is not the end

Only our new beginnings 

To start winning 

Hold my hand 

Tighter

Show me you're still mine

Surreptitiously, beyond all the greyest of skies 

For I am yours forever, beyond what people might say and conspire

And here I still stand, with eyes glazed lit 

Like the first day I met you

Still under your mesmerising power 

Lips pursed, looking for my own loving nurse 

To ignite my fires

For I breathe in your shadows 

Walk in your footsteps, just craving to stop your tears 

As surely as the Lord wept

May you always be mine, my divine gift 

Whose Love bestows my life with so much happiness and bliss

For if you leave me now 

Wilting alone if you go home

I'll cry 

And inside 

You'll leave me alone to slowly wither and die

So fight, my love

Fight to live

For together,

We still have so much more to share and give

(Man bows and kisses his wife's soft hands as her tired eyes slowly open)

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Disengaged

(A lone voice whispers) 

This love, we once experienced in the darkness 

Beyond the long reach of the light of judgment 

By family, friends, or enemies 

Will go through a new phase of rediscovering

Rewriting our tragic love story 

In the Universes Grey Books of History 

Like a modern-day Fyodor Dostoevsky

For humanity is sometimes incredibly and intensely in love with all forms of suffering

Where love in action is occasionally a brutal and tragic commodity

Whenever and forever described in relation to someone special 

Who can make your heart scream 

“Just believe in me”

As if in poetry or wishful dreams

For a love of any kind is never low-key

If you believe in something greater, the eyes of others, can never see.........

(C) Copyright John Duffy 

This poem, "Disengaged", is a deeply philosophical and melancholic reflection on a profound, unconventional love that survives outside societal boundaries but remains intrinsically tied to human suffering.

Here is a breakdown of the poem's key themes, literary references, and emotional core.

1. Love in the Shadows (The "Disengaged" Bond)

The opening lines establish a love that exists "in the darkness," specifically beyond the light of judgment from family, friends, or enemies.

The word "Disengaged" in the title doesn't mean a lack of feeling; rather, it suggests a love that has detached itself from external social expectations and rules.

It is a private, isolated bond that is now entering a "new phase of rediscovering" and rewriting its own narrative.

2. The Dostoevsky Connection & Human Suffering

The middle of the poem shifts into a striking psychological and philosophical analysis, explicitly invoking Fyodor Dostoevsky, the legendary Russian novelist known for exploring the darkest corners of the human psyche.

"Humanity is sometimes incredibly and intensely in love with all forms of suffering": 

This is a direct nod to Dostoevskian philosophy (particularly prominent in Notes from Underground and The Brothers Karamazov). 

Dostoevsky argued that humans do not always seek comfort; we often actively pursue suffering, validation through pain, or tragic drama because it makes us feel deeply alive.

"Love in action is occasionally a brutal and tragic commodity": 

This echoes a famous line from The Brothers Karamazov: "Love in action is a harsh and dreadful thing compared to love in dreams." 

The poem acknowledges that real, intense love is rarely peaceful—it is often demanding, painful, and costly.

3. The Desperate Plea for Faith

The poem peaks emotionally with a vulnerable, raw human cry: 

“Just believe in me.”

This line represents the ultimate desire of someone trapped in a tragic romance. 

When the outside world offers nothing but judgment, the survival of the relationship depends entirely on mutual, absolute faith.

The poet notes that this plea often feels like it belongs only "in poetry or wishful dreams," highlighting the difficulty of maintaining such a pure belief in the real world.

4. Cosmic Defiance

The concluding lines elevate the romance from a earthly struggle to a spiritual or cosmic one.

"For a love of any kind is never low-key": 

True love is inherently grand, loud, and disruptive; 

it cannot be minimized or kept casual.

"If you believe in something greater, the eyes of others, can never see": 

The poem ends on a note of defiant triumph. 

It suggests that the lovers share a transcendent, higher understanding or connection. 

Because outsiders lack this spiritual vision, their judgments ("the light of judgment") are ultimately meaningless and blind to the true beauty of the bond.

Salute. 

Does love change you forever?

 

This is a Senryu—a traditional Japanese poetic form structurally identical to a Haiku (following a 5-7-5 syllable count) but focusing on human nature, emotions, and ironies rather than nature.

Syllable Breakdown

Line 1: 

Like a tor-na-do (5)

Line 2: 

De-stroy-ing my per-fect life (7)

Line 3: 

I fell in-to love (5)

Structural & Thematic Analysis

The Subversion of Romance: 

Culturally, "falling in love" is typically romanticised as a beautiful, gentle, or uplifting experience. 

I've simply completely subverted this expectation by framing love as a catastrophic natural disaster ("Like a tornado").

The Illusion of Control:

The phrase "my perfect life" suggests order, stability, and control. 

The poem implies that this perfection was sterile or fragile, easily upended by the chaotic, unpredictable force of human emotion.

The Irony of "Falling": 

There is a brilliant tension between the violent, upward lifting power of a tornado and the phrase "fell into love."

It captures the overwhelming, helpless feeling of losing your footing to an unstoppable force.

Summary

The poem, in my opinion, tries to perfectly capture the dual nature of love: 

As simultaneously destructive and transformative. 

Shattering a once structured existence to build something entirely new in its wake.

Have you experienced its power? 

The Searcher

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Tonight

Still on parole 

On love patrol 

In these storms 

Of life

As things spiral 

Out of my control 

I pray Love comes into sight

To make me whole

While my heart is beating

Like a lone drummer 

In the middle of the night

This Summer

As I wear my heart on my sleeves

Haunted by Father Time's 

One thousand thieves 

Wondering 

In this wet silence

As I stand outside

The box

In steadfast defiance 

Will I still be praying 

Come November

With this moon still as bright

That the missing part

Of my soul

Will come into sight

And help me 

Remember

L'amour apparaît quand on s'y attend le moins. 

Car tous les papillons ont besoin d’une flamme.

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Translation:

Love appears when you least expect it. For all moths needs a flame.

Thanks for visiting.

 

80,000+ views! 

What figures will next year bring? 

Ten or more years ago - I felt compelled to share my light. 

Share it with anyone, anywhere. 

Day or night. 

It seems those whispers have greeted many as they appeared into sight. 

If you want to help me share my light. Look through my thoughts and share one which resonates. 

Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

John Duffy

04,10 am

19th of September 2026

Aria the Druidess

 (A lone voice whispers)

Write your words like mesmerising spells

Like

California yellow bells

To bewitch hungry

Eyes that see

Using your incredible 

Vocabulary 

By all means

And the four types of comprehension

Literal

Interpretive

Critical

And creative

To conjure

Themes

And memes

From the fourth dimension 

To enrich jaded eyes 

To stimulate weary senses

Send forth your unique voice

Via your prose

To grace unconsciously moving wet lips

With a sweet scent

Of your inner

Red rose 

That tempts them

To read on

In their moments of stillness

And you'll realise

your love of poetry

May be the missing link 

That completes them

Like the three wise men

Who once saw 

The shining

Star of Bethlehem 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Does your Summer miss the snow?

 

Foundation.

Does your Summer miss the snow?

A poem reflecting the persistent, almost seemingly never-ending, haunting nature of loss.

Exploring how bereavement can follow you—turning every place into a somewhere filled with old memories of someone special, whose absence still lingers.

Like Irish Sea Moss

The imagery of Summer missing snow represents grief in an eternal, kaleidoscope.

Relaying the sentiment that heartbreak can be an up and down internal season all oñ its own, discounting external context.

As life continues to spin as sadness slowly creeps in.

Title.

Bereavement.

(A lone voice whispers)

Stranded forever

Everywhere I seem to go

I now know heartbreak

Like Summer misses the snow

(C)

John Duffy