. Poetry from The Great In-Between

Saturday, April 13, 2024

The Gate



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 BeHinders


Who wallow and wade through griefs tiring waters


With a brokenheart

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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Thursday, April 11, 2024

Broken Dreams

 

(A lone voice whispers)


You are the woman 

Of light and dark dreams


I once tried to conjure 

To conquer


All principalities

From The Great In-Between


The lone star 

In faraway skies


The prettiest rose

Ever seen


The Red Robin

The Black Crow


The Lion

And Black Bear


For your spiritual energy

Radiates so powerfully


It reaches out and calls to me 

Everywhere


Your smile whispers of untold adventures


Your eyes carry a glint

Of mischievous Summer intentions 


And that's I why 

I just linger 


A ghost of futures past

Whose memories of you


My Mon Cheri 

Will always

Last


For they ring out 

SueƱos rotos


(Broken Dreams)


Like a talented 

Opera singer 


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Tuesday, April 9, 2024

Are you a type A B or C?

 



Are you: A.


A rhymer


A gatekeeper to old or new emotional sensations


Demanding a freedom

To live in a new format


For real eyes to read 

From the human nation 


Or are you: B.


A young or old timer

Like a goldminer 

From 1827


At Coker Creek


In the high country of Monroe County 

Tennessee


Searching for the right lines 

Like pure gold


To express and extinguish a cold uncontrollable fire 


To turn your soul into one of Poetry's 


Many soldiers who love all nighters 


Going to war everyday

Against tones and metaphors


Juxtapositions or cold terror 


Or are you: C.


Just another lone driver 


Stuck on the highways of dreams 

With a blown tire


Searching for someone new 


To become real fighters Together 


To also love Poetry's all nighters 


With a mirror image to hold tighter and to help make the load 


Lighter


Or are are you just a mixture of the three?


A represents the need to just write poetry for pleasure.


B represents the need to just write poetry for catharsis


C represents the need to just write poetry while seeking solace in someone special


Who shares the same bliss 


(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Monday, April 8, 2024

Country Dreaming


(A lone voice whispers)


In this never-ending storm 

Where powerful introspective winds


Swallow you whole 

As the norm


A thought always strikes like a Promethium lightning bolt


Was there ever a place in your soul 


Where my picture hung and your soul

Extolled 


When it woke up 

As you dreamed


Before going on Astral patrol


For all I can do in humble worship

Is remember


The sweet taste of your favourite red lipstick 


The tantalising feel of your fingers 


Laced in CHANEL N°5 

Lingering around my shoulders


As we both wept 

Watching Beaches


Which always 

Left us speechless 


Mon Cheri


Do I still linger

In your echo chambers


Like Garth Brooks 

Your favourite Country singer


So in this moment

As my memories gather


Like friends 

In Low Places


As the thunder rolls

Just remember


If tomorrow never comes

And my prayers lay unanswered


I'll always remember how we danced 


As 

Loves ship 

Sailed in

And anchored


But now

Cancelled and abandoned 


As you look in another's eyes


I can only hope

Your memories get baptized 


Like mine


In brutal storms 

Of introspection 


For in my eyes

There are never any real

Goodbyes 


Just sweet country songs

Of reintroduction 


So we can walk 

Together again


Even though 

We were both cursed


By wet appetites

Of self destruction 


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


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The Cry Of The Pagan Sorceress Queen

  


(A lone voice whispers) 


With wide crystalline eyes


Fluctuating between ever-shifting layers of happiness and fear


Ever watchful


With piercing orbs of either tranquil brown green or blue 


So deeply captivating whispering in their echo chambers


I really see you

So I compose this small golden trinket 


To some a tiny poem

But to those in the know

A spell


Whilst lost in these yellow sands of time


As I swirl through this fluctuating vortex 


Will you read my offerings

As your minds listen to my gift of meter and rhyme


Can you feel that quickly rising crescendo of desire


Willing you to burn forever in my molten flames and yell


"Libertas"

Inside internally


A new means to help extinguish those painful fires 


Of such misery still found upon


Those tired old redundant roads of humanities dark traits

You may still walk upon


But wait

Will you pray to me and implore for more


To push open the once-locked doors between us


Shall I welcome you through my red gates


My new neophyte 

To sit by the Babylonian River to talk


And be reborn

Into a new light 


Do you seek a pathway through the dark woods

Of Neverland


To walk to a sacred place where you are sensuously


Bathed and embraced

As we


The Maenad

Read you and see all those distant places


In your minds eye


Where you once courageously visited and stood


Do you still dream of taking off that shield you wear to protect your soul


Your version of an Eyes Wide Shut mask


And entering such a safe and non judgemental sanctuary 


Hidden within divine branches and creeks


Where you are perpetually energized 


And no longer feel weary 

Unloved or weak 


Do these sudden paroxysms turn your emotions


Once cold as ice to a new fire

I merely still ask


Will you take my hand forever


To walk past these dying lights of midnight

To a enter a new realm 


Filled with such hushed and unexplored mortal and spiritual delights


What says you


Shall I come about two 

To collect you


(C)

Copyright John Duffy


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Sunday, April 7, 2024

Soledad (S)




(A lone voice whispers)




In silence

On Kings 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 hearts door

And pleaded to be let in



Her soul said yes

And we lived blessed




We shared 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 Kings 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 hearts 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 Kings Street



Who shattered all that once mattered 



By the three red letters

Which spell sin




(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


 


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Soledad (S)


A Spanish word meaning lonely.

Are you anointed by concupiscence to write?

(A lone voice whispers)


Are you anointed by concupiscence to write

Until your death


With time found

To exhale and express your soul's sacred breath


To be surrounded by Creativity's exquisite perfume

As your soul

Now blessed


Stands joyously naked

In any given room


I hope your answer is

Yes


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


What is the simple meaning of concupiscence?

Strong desire.

Dreams of Lily






I can only pray

My Lily of the Nile

You'll sleep For a short while


To wander through Morpheus's Incredible Keeps

As I'll kneel to pray to appear in one of its many unknown rooms


 To defeat Death with a game of hide-and-seek


 As I reach out my spirit Beyond my tomb


For I can only call for Heaven’s blessing

 To let me Live and breathe

Into one Of those dwellings


So sleep For a short while

To wander through Morpheus's Emerald Isles

And Incredible keeps


And I'll kneel To pray to appear

In one of its many rooms


To defeat Death

With a little game of hide-and-seek

As I reach out my spirit 

From beyond my tomb


To hold you once more

Like Anthony Held Cleopatra


Or Frank Sinatra held Marilyn Monroe


So I can only call For Heaven’s blessing 

To let me Live on

In one Of those dwellings


(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Saturday, April 6, 2024

The Conversation

 



(A lone voice whispers)



Teacher



There's still a magical circle I wish to find



Said the lonely old Preacher to his mentor 


Father Time 


As they both stood looking at history's many intersecting blue lines



It's a place where true love resides 



In a loop called Once in a Lifetime 



I read about it a thousand years ago 



Before I was recalled when my Golden Bell chimed



And to find it through all of lifes puzzles and paradigms 



I now know after opening so many old books



You have to truly encourage your heart and soul 



To embrace its magnetic flow 



And some say



You have to be willing to sacrifice everything and give up all self control



Sometimes O Father Time



When I look back over the thousands of years 



At my chance of 

Once in a Lifetime 



I can still remember I came so close and that in itself is a crime



For I too once knew a wonderful soul 



My own Red Rose of Jericho



She was so beautiful and as gentle as falling snow



But like all things that came to pass



I lost my way in the grip of the shadowy abyss



And never got to feel her sweet gentle touch or soft velvety kiss



But now I'm a part of you, O Father Time



And as I look back taking up your so very long reach



Using your supernatural telescopes 



To look at old hopes and dearly once loved folks 



I can still see her waiting, sitting there patiently reading



Fluctuating heartbroken throughout the many distinct time frequencies 



Streams



Thinking and dreaming about the one 



She so wanted to love and teach 



But who was suddenly snatched by death 



Beyond her reach



The book she's always holding and reading


When I zoom in 



Is a collection of her own poetic sad words linked together tragically 



In broken stories of her life of waiting  



Lost 



On the outer edges of a grey world



Regaling her only thought 



That I would arrive like a hero from the ether of time



And fill her life with magical moments of such soul-changing happiness and glory 



That so many people would be so surprised and beguiled 



But as I still see her from in here 



Hiding and crying at midnight 



Using your Scrying Mirrors



In this Dark Tower which connects all things and places



Lost in one of history's many bands of low resistance 



Awashed with new and old sinners



I still know that is the only place one day I pray I might reach 



When I have paid my dues to you 



And after going back through time 



As I appear out of the fluctuating ether and blue




To wipe away all her soft wet tears



Maybe then 



We can both be happy to clasp our 


Once in a Lifetime



To then walk upon the soft yellow sands


And smell the life-changing winds


Blowing across that circle's secret beaches 



And then in the realisation of that long lost dream



We may both just smile 



As we finally fade 



Into just being another part of your secret anthologies of love stories



For to find inner peace and divine glory  



To know what that real devotion can bring



You have to fight to reach it


For that's one of the many secrets to what true love is



(C)

Copyright  

John Duffy


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Existentialism Dreams


(A lone voice whispers)


Grief maybe like falling Autumn leaves



Praying for some snow


Hoping with its life giving waters 

They will grow


But just before 

They land and

Their only hope disappears


They see the rising sun

And in that instant 

Know


Life

Love and them


Above all the silent deaths 


By a thousand cuts 

Will live on


Even if they turn 

To dust 

Tomorrow


For their love for someone special


Will flourish 

In beloved memories


Of someone special

Who they were born

To trust


For sorrow can be conquered


By love

If only one person

Remembers


You tomorrow 


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


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