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13h · 28
Gothic Poetry
)A man clad in white speaks to a shimmering female shadow)

Alone in this place,  
Unable to touch you and watched by the Mighty Dogan.  

Overhead, hiding above you

Shining like a rebellious and calculating Archimedes,

I still search for the whole you and  the Purple Flame
The light that will help to guide me home.  

To you.
My red rose of Cairo

Before the Great Dogan warriors appear and try to defeat me,  

The Malachi,

The legendary stalkers of the Black Forest who climb high into the Quantum Spaces
  
In the Great-Between,

To reach the golden threads  
And enter dreams unseen.  

To cause confusion and delusion.
  
That’s why I'm still searching for the Purple Flame,  

A secret Philosopher's Stone known to burn the portals to the Quantum Spaces,  

Before the Mighty Dogan and his armies  
Of the Malachi  

Use their unique access to try to enter your soul's secret places.

(C)
Copyright John Duffy
16h · 21
Consequentia (L)
(A lone voice whispers)

Like the Sagittarius A* Black Hole, at the centre of our own known galaxy.

Does getting older make you slowly swallow more and more former memories?

To wallow in bygone years spent with family, friends, lovers and enemies?

Like this Senryu below looking at the weaknesses of human nature.

Found in all human semidocumentaries?

Breathlessness Desire
Adolescent Memories
Old age consumes all

(575)

(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Need some inspiration?

Title.
The Sacred Hollow.

(A lone voice whispers)

Have you been subtly conditioned to overlook your true potential?

Does a voice sometimes whisper?

Whether in sleep or in daylight?

Open your tired eyes wide and reach for the stars.

See how far you can go.

Cast off the chains of conditioning

That appeared as you grew older.

Be courageous and break free from what you’ve been told.

Mould a new mindset before you become set in your ways or too old

Setting an example for future generations to follow,

Before your spirit returns to The Sacred Hollow.

(C) Copyright John Duffy
Foundation.

As the sudden rise in cancer grows, a piece relating to the emotional trauma it leaves.

Grief is such a painful journey we all must make, someday.

Title:
Fluorescent Memories

(A lone man looks at a shrine in his bedroom and quietly thinks aloud, as the family cat watches)

I still miss my love and her bright brown eyes.

Her incredible wit, her beautiful smile, and her outrageous ability to light up any given room with just one look.

Those painful, fluctuating memories follow me like the ghosts of the Goryō.

They return, biting like a shiver of tiger sharks.

Akin to my own Gospel according to Mark.

Everywhere I go, now that she's gone, when I'm suddenly reminded of her.

And how she was martyred on the grey cross of life, paying the sacrifices it takes to make love work.

Before cancer arrived, and double-parked.

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Martyrs refer to Japanese spirits, often the ghosts of those who have sacrificed for a cause.
Like an unseen ghost
True Love materialised
Owned until the end

(575)

(C)
Copyright John Duffy
3d · 22
Commitment
Is this the most authentic and stripped-back version of life when you truly commit to another person?

To live, one must work.

Work for money,  
Work on being happy,  
Work on relationships,  
Work on staying committed.  

Or maybe you're still searching for that special someone to walk home with?

Title:
Commitment. #Senryu

We walked our way home,  
Signed up for a white wedding,  
To work to our graves.

(575)

(C) Copyright John Duffy
5d · 30
Untitled
Foundation.

Do you have a twin flame you are bound to look for and love, searching over many lifetimes?

Title:
Soul Searching

(A lone voice whispers)

I used to search everywhere, but now I just travel North

To somewhere in the US
In the middle of a small city

Stand on a windowsill I finally found and watch

Watch my twin flame

Called Mary Jane

Dancing and listening to her favourite vintage Motown music

Sometimes, I appear as a House sparrow or a yellow butterfly

Just watching and waiting until we are reunited again

But I know our memories will be wiped before we take human form, to make our search more interesting

So my last line is:

If you see a bird or butterfly watching you

It could be your soulmate hunting

Who's been searching for you through time

After its bell
This time around, has finally been chimed.


(C) Copyright John Duffy
(A friendly voice whispers)

Am I charismatic?  
Engaging, or just completely enigmatic?  

Or am I simply an old traveller from beyond The green hills of Old Avalon  

Stepping into this new age reborn?  

Did my guardian angels weep with joy when I found my new calling?  

Do they quietly hold my soft hands and comfort me

Whenever I feel depressed, in pain, or like I'm falling?  

I don’t have all the answers, for they will be revealed  

When my time comes and I am recalled.  

I'm not just a man of flesh, but an old soul slipping slowly, discovering new kin  

Scattered throughout Old Mother Gaia's mesh.  

Am I just like you?  

Another tiny beacon of divine light, trying to hold back the legions and hordes  

Who endlessly weaves

Reading from their leather-bound grimoires  

Filled with dark spells meant to deceive?  

I'm so glad to meet you.

Can you feel that subtle electricity I'm sending through these words?

For it doesn’t matter what your gender, creed, colour, or ethnicity is;

Just try to write or sing with authenticity

And use whatever means to express your soul's lucidity.  

For we are all different, different in a good way.

When our true selves are revealed to come out to play.  

So here’s to you, wherever you are, in whatever towns or cities.  

As Big Frank once sang in 1969

Keep doing it your way

For not everyone can live a benedictine life

(C) Copyright John Duffy
7d · 25
Whispers
Foundation.

Do you use images as a canvas to stimulate your creativity?


Title:
Whispers

(A lone voice whispers)

To the one I know with a secret, sacred name

And uses poetry as a means of expressing the beauty of appealing to people, with a common touch

Lying on her bed each night alone
Surrounded by glittering glass and silver

Looking at her computer or Apple iPhone

Every day we're together, in spirit, and one day God will save and forgive us

No matter how deep life's cruel knife cuts

The boy and the girl with the golden guitar, who loved each other too much

(C)
John Duffy
(A lone voice whispers)

Like a lone argus-eyed oblique tattered caliginous silhouette

Moving extremely cautiously in the severe, deadly silence

The Mistress of the Voices of the Dead

Poe Ravenscroft Marmosett

A rare blatherskite whose white emblem appears on the backs of

The Great In-Between black gull's wings

Who just love to gather in huge invisible circles above lost souls

Like earthly Starling flocks
To crow and sing

Poe Ravenscroft Marmosett

The seasonal bringer of red torches to burn at midnight

By kings
Princesses

Prince's
Peers and Lords

Red torches that would never go out

No matter even if they got soaking wet

When she stirs up her twin Sister Anxiety

To fight in all gathered
As she's summoned and ceremonially swept up

By her swollen army of mindless hordes
By their pleas

Calling to be re-masked and rebranded

With her new Emotions suit of self-resurrecting armour

Which her faithful armies seek

Full black and white leather and a two-sided blade, and a white candle

Always lit to dispel the darkness
As old or new emotions cascade

To help guide them
A new follower home, to atone

After they've been beautifully betrayed

And all their inner larders have been raided and waylaid

By a conjured blind colporteur

Will you grasp Poe Ravenscroft Marmosetts

Shadowy hand to then suddenly hear the summoning anthem

Proudly played loudly by her ethereal band
Like I once did

The forbidden one known only to the few by her real, unspoken name

Poe Ravenscroft Marmosett

She of the steely green eyes
Who always appears from the West

With horse and carriages following her in straight lines

Stacked high with new black and white suits of leather

And carrying white lit candles and sharpened blades

For those lost
Thinking about all the ones who broke the sanctity of their sacred trust

When they were betrayed

Who now need a new armour made out of black and white leather

A white candle and a two-sided blade

After hearing and experiencing the traumas linked to the explosion

One of her emotional hand grenades

Will you too hear these hissed words

Accompanied by the shrill sound of her ancient bejewelled Shofar

If you her call

Surrender
Surrender

Will you summon me with your cries and pleas

The true queen
All the real honey bees seek

Will you stand and listen as my priestess

Amongst my unvoiced bannerman

The harsh-voiced Sangoma of the Netherworlds

Gathers and commands you to pull on my black and white leathers

Hold up your new white candle and a two-sided blade

And return with her to go to war forever

Near my unseen home in all weathers

A new soldier in an invisible army of the betrayed

A place where emotions no longer causes the Amygdala to get wet

For no known velleity can save you now

So will you follow I
Poe Ravenscroft Marmosett

Into the sunset to reach a new land

Hidden just beyond The Green Hills

In the West

(C)
Copyright John Duffy
JohnDuffyASY May 15
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Do you believe in angels?

And do they patiently wait for prayers to be called to help?

Title:
The Eternal Water Oaks

A lone voice whispers

The invisible Angel smiled at the rows of sorrowful patients

Which lay before it on ward twenty-one of Saint Peter's Hospital

In New Brunswick
New Jersey

As it then looked at just one particular sorry soul, whose body was now broken and bent

For it was why it was summoned by heartfelt prayers

Whispered by his family and wife to be heard

For it to be dutifully sent

The smile it carried wasn't a smile of ill judgement

Or dismay, but of immense hope

To change the sad vibrations at play

For it knew the recently diagnosed patient would find the tenacity and strength to eventually cope

Whether they recover or leave others to grieve
For they all do

It's a silent degree
A line spoken by the Almighty

What all things follow if they truly believe whatever it says

All they or others have to do is call for them and pray

To summon angels from The Great In-Between

The bringers of such priceless white crisp envelopes to soothe the soul

The invisible folk
Who'll follow like betrothed guardian philanthropists

Just huddled together
Sleeping

In the half-shade of the Great In-Between trees

The Eternal Water Oaks

Waiting for psychic calls to spring into action

To fly to those caused by an exothermic reaction

A chemical interaction followed by the evolution of heat

With incredible satisfaction
To find those whom they are called to greet

Into the lonely, caressing arms of the swirling grey mists

Which moved and flowed all around

Like it had a phenomenal supernatural intelligence

Hiding those sleeping
By The Great Grey Oaks

Angels
Hidden

By its holy smoke, which it uses to dutifully cloak

Eternal friends
Who know

Living or dying isn't the end

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

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JohnDuffyASY May 14
I can see
All the way from in here

That the fate of the world is on a precarious knife-edge

The black-robed vultures
Are gathering

In secret covens and lodges
For their Great Cull

Carefully planned and patiently waiting

On their gilded governmental ledges
For The Last Harvest

The Great Play

Paradise
For the nuclear family
Has been torn asunder

Alongside Religion
Family values
Gender

By the throw
Of a black and white dice
Announcing new agendas

As in boats
Missed placed nations
Sail and wonder

Will I find freedom
From my old kingdom

Just to drown and freeze
To death
In cold waters

As politicians
Ponder
Argue

Reflect

And hatred
Interjects

Faith in a
Higher Power
In retrospect

Seems
Demeaned and hated
By those with no nerves

As churches are
Closed
By Elites

Leaving people with
Nowhere to go

Musing
In silence
In defeat

But they
The Elites

They'll get what they deserve
When Hell opens
Up its doors

And they are duly
Served

You may feel
Alone

Scared
Insecure
Or in pain

Moving slowly
In between jagged lines

But your God knows
Who's lost their faith
And needs a boost

A touch of The Almighty's grace
Through a sickness

Delivered by followers of darkness

So all I can say
Is pray

Pray
Pray everyday

And God will try to remedy
All that comes
Whatever may

For as Jeremiah 29:11 says

For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord,

plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.

As Deuteronomy 31:6 says

Be strong and courageous.
Do not fear or be in dread of them, for it is the Lord your God who goes with you.

He will not leave you or forsake you.”

So in Proverbs 3:5-6

Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding.

In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths.

Quoting Lamentations 3:22-23

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;

His mercies never come to an end;

They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.

So to Isaiah 41:10

Fear not, for I am with you;
Be not dismayed,
for I am your God;

I will strengthen you,

I will help you,

I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.

And ending with Corinthians 4:16-18

So we do not lose heart.

Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day.

For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen.

For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal.

Be strong.
The light must keep shining

For kindness and compassion
To keep winning

Against those swimming

In The Devil's Dark
Unforgiving
Waters

By constantly
Sinning

(C)
Copyright John Duffy
May 13 · 140
Missed Encounters
JohnDuffyASY May 13
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
May 12 · 26
Occult Whispers
JohnDuffyASY May 12
Do you summon new or old
secret places?

Sanctuaries of Hidden Sacred Spaces?

Transforming and restructuring unseen realities, and visions of old or new faces?

To even build bridges to cross contradictions of ego, self and even trauma?

To walk away from low places: linked to old cities like ***** and Gomorrah?

Using a diverse mixture of letters as a supernatural or mystical quality?

To create and help override everyday experiences of regression or depression?

Using wisdom, spiritual insight, and intuition?

If so, this occult spell is for just you, to help you win.

"Quasi ventus surgas et vincas omnia peccato coniuncta." (L)

(May you rise like the wind and conquer all things linked to sin)

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Occult:

A term that was originally used in Latin to designate the hidden or unseen properties of things and that, since the 16th century, has also been used to characterise religious traditions that include belief in unseen forces or that otherwise behave in a secretive or mysterious manner.

***** and
Gomorrah, in this case, reflects any situations linked to corruption and sin.
JohnDuffyASY May 12
I had a rather intriguing conversation today about the power of seduction through words.

It's a tad risque.

"Whisper into my imagination and you can gain my attention,

But if those whispers reach my soul, I could be yours  forevermore."

I created this piece as I mused on the above when a familiar voice appeared.

The Strict Mistress from the House of Hidden Books

(A lone voice whispers)

Within these conjured hypnotic words

Lies, my secret binding spell

To you
To control and contain

No matter how loud you shout or yell out

In happiness or pain

To attach you to me forever or temporarily

With lashings of lascivious dark stories

As your soul salivates in total submissive anticipation and slowly starts to weep

While waiting for new life-changing glories

Will you let me devour your curious mind like a cavernous thief

And take you to new heights of wild, unconditional excitement

As your higher self suddenly

Wakes from its repetitive, mundane sleep

Will you let me take you so ****
Deep

To new apocalyptic wet shores

Through exchanges of whispered hirquitalliency

Of unexplored crimson heat
And let my hidden fingertips

Trace pagan pictures of intimate lambitions and reunions

Across that succulent exposed spine in your mind

Will you give me all those deep, pamphagous thoughts

You keep bajulated under strict locks and keys

That no one sees
Forever confined

Landscapes, or should I say mindscapes

Filled with such visceral, enticing written words

Which brings forth such irrational coercive armies

Heralding banners of such a hypnotic binding power

Just waiting to liberate minds in the low hours

In the new battles of Middle-Earth

Those willing to sacrifice everything they once knew

To then be gently or vigorously deflowered

As they use aroused imaginations

To explore new verbs
Or sentences

From my House of Hidden Books

Appearing like S & M
Mistresses or Masters

Right out of the blue

Will you pray for us to embrace

While these soft words upon your mind's delicious lips

Are gracefully worshipped

For by hearing these whispers, you've now been duly baptised throughout this

Our soul's reintroduction

As your hypothalamus is stimulated by my black and white

Ethereal leather whip

(C)
Copyright John Duffy
JohnDuffyASY May 11
(A lone voice whispers)

Did you know that demons prowl like a clan of hyenas while you sleep?

They come close, creeping in from the dark shadows and sniffing for the odour of your soul.

Their presence may signal that you are becoming increasingly corrupted by the insidious manipulation of society as you grow older.

They seek the sweet smell of cabbage, a feast to collect, much like Bob Marley, as your soul grows weak.

As you carry more and more unnecessary chains and baggage.

So the question is:

Will you pray to your God of choice to strengthen your soul?

For when you sleep, the night dwellers come prowling, creeping in to seek you as their ultimate goal.

For they look for corrupted souls who are drawn to all things wicked, linked to defilement.

As they use soul metastasis to help their wickedness grow, like falling black snow.

(C) Copyright John Duffy
May 10 · 34
The Angel of Fatima
JohnDuffyASY May 10
Foundation.

In a corrupt world, do angels of any faith watch?

(A lone voice whispers)

Sometimes, in the sight of such mindless violence
In this deep silence

I kneel to pray in these grey shadows

That peace will prevail, one day in your world

That mountain tops worldwide will joyously sing, with unconstrained laughter

And in defiance
As we, The Watchers

Angels
From the Great Hereafter
Smile, as our Silver Towers in Heaven

Hum with a sweet medley
Of

Praise Be
Praise Be

For sinners below
Will be baptised

In a new sea of Galilee, by a reborn John the Baptist
To be winners

To find true love
Walking freely

Now in open forests
Pleading to be plundered

Daydreaming souls will no longer need to wander

In frantic visions
Alone

Since purification, not self-sacrifice

Will lead them to divine wonders

To block their pyramids of pain
With Hope's capstone

Will you
Call me

When the moon's
High

Past the tree's
Hiding the skies

When the Eclipse
Comes

For I can see and sense you
Need that feeling

A loud drumbeat of need
That screams
Pleading

So
Will you open those tired arms
And let me in

So I may with sunlit kisses
Swim in all your inner vestibules

Sanctify all you know
As we dance as one
To a new song

Announced by life-changing, fast-moving octaves

As a glorious new world is built upon the many graves of

The secret slaves
Of an old empire

Of such depravity and corruptible sin

With their rich leaders
Just the seen knaves

Controlled by hidden hands
Of those

Our prayers
Can never save

©
Copyright John Duffy
May 8 · 46
Hope
JohnDuffyASY May 8
Foundation.

We are all born to grieve for one day, someone we love, will have to leave.

Finding a means to cope, will hopefully give birth to hope

By eventually embracing our darkness, we can find some sort of peace.

The Kübler-Ross 5 stages of grief:

Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and finally Acceptance.

Can't still believe it
Why
I'd do anything, take me
I'm staying in bed

I do miss them so, but at least I'll carry their memories with me

Everywhere I go

If you have been through grief, you probably will relate to the five stages

Hopefully, you are at the last stage but if not

The others are just another part of the healing process, and will help you turn their dark pages

Poem below:

Laid on the altar
Of Elizabeth Kübler-Ross
She finds hope in grief

(575)

(C) Copyright John Duffy
JohnDuffyASY May 7
Some say pain drives art.

Is that how you fell in love with poetry?

Title:
Finding Catharsis

(A lone voice whispers)


Conjuring stanzas

Baptised sanctified with pain

To keep on floating


(575)

(C) Copyright John Duffy
JohnDuffyASY May 7
(A lone voice whispers, as the right hand, takes careful notes)

In the deepest of silence
I always walk

Deep in thoughts, into my own created Maelstrom of Defiance

As memories of you appear slowly, like a wild moorland winter fog

Which slithers, rolls and returns

With a soft hint of a time that was truly priceless

Announced with a slight shiver, running down my spine, that burns

As the air magically fills with that so familiar pulsating scent, of Chanel N°5

That makes me wilt and pine, as all my sharpened senses, quickly come alive

An imagination mind trick, that if I told any doctor

They would put me straight into, any asylum, with this wrap up line

"Old man, isn't it time you dropped her?"

It's usually then, that feel your presence and visually embrace

In my mind's cathedral of memories, all those lingering thoughts and images

Whispering like feverish crows

About everywhere, we once went

Before our descent, from the pinnacle of grace, as we got old

Especially whenever I look in our old silver mirror, and start feeling cold

When I still see reflected, your dark eyes, looking back at me

Which carries a hint of your sweet snarl, encased within a smile. I once used to call, heaven sent.

But when those loving sensations slowly fade

And life winds once more, blows my way

And the mind fog, stops rolling in from my mind's, Highlands

Returning me to Reality Island

Just know, my twin flame in my Eternal White Room

I still carry you and your beautiful name, to the tomb

Deep inside, wherever I go

For your husky voice always rides and rules my internal highways, whenever I smell that so loved perfume

Like a reborn Gail
In a New Sin City
Called The Hippocampus

A place I call too, like George Kelby Jr.

Who once went to Cross Creek trying to find forgiveness

When Doubt calls and bills me

Whenever I try to remember

Why even after all these years, I still feel so guilty

About there no longer being, a living tale about us

(C)
Copyright John Duffy
May 5 · 48
The Poetic Wheel
JohnDuffyASY May 5
Have an inspiring week.
Salute.

Want something deep to carry into 2025?

Title:
The Poetic Wheel

(A lone voice whispers)

Be courageous

For some things last forever
This is the Universal Law

Regardless of your flaws

So you must keep running or walking on the towpath of Redemption

Not towards self destruction
But towards salvation

Keep making spiritual contracts

And contacts
To meet and experience

Support
Hope
Love
Pain and even sorrow

Regardless of the hindrances
Tomorrow

For this is the norm

So, if you're reading this
With curiosities, kiss

Your higher form has already made contact

You see
It's a strange ebb and flow

For even chaos, death, and night
Doesn't last forever

This you probably already know

For we are all like faraway stars which will never fade away

Souls turning their Eternal Wheel

Powering it by our written soul contract

Under a magical seal,
And so we must never yield

Therefore, no matter how depressed or happy you feel

Know and keep
Going

For there will always be someone, writing or speaking

Taking their turn,
Turning the spiritual, poetic wheel

To maybe help you heal

Souls perhaps
Like you

Experiencing
A similar life

Others can sometimes, never see

(C) Copyright John Duffy
JohnDuffyASY May 5
Foundation.

Does visiting a medium change your life perspective forever?

Have you visited one?

Title:
Rêves de Miss Applegate
(Dreams of Miss Applegate)


(A female voice whispers)

I can still see her
Old Marie Laveau
Dressed in motherly blue

I can't pretend
In my scrying mirror

Looking back
And smiling

Summoned to haunt me
From when I visited
Big Mama Aurelia

Somewhere out on the water village, of the Grand Bayou

For she announced the end
Of me being single

And a time and place
Of happiness
I still cannot see

Where I'll mingle

When the great Kamadeva, will walk in
Like a proud Captain Jake
And tempt me to sin

In new
Where's and how's
The what if's and so's

So, sometimes I stand dressed in my Mama's old white wedding dress

Looking in my long black and gold mirror

Pleading to know my fate

In what year,
Month or day

Will she come see me?

Before each winter's year ending, snow
And whisper

This year

This year, the waiting ends
Josefina

So I can celebrate the overthrow

Of another phase of living lonely in Hades
But until then

I'll just go back to masquerading on my life's only mission

On my heart's beating crusade

Looking for true love
Before I too fade away

Is this half existence
The price you pay

When you listen to what mediums say?

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Kamadeva is the god of human love and passion, who is known to awaken carnal desires among humans.
May 4 · 52
Gabriel
JohnDuffyASY May 4
(A lone voice whispers)

I always used to wonder
Where do Robins go to sleep

Then one dark night
Within a deep all-consuming lucid dream

At approximately one o'clock

A beautiful deity appeared out of the mist

Wearing a blue and white coat

Holding a Lily and a shining lantern

Across its shoulder, a golden trumpet and a branch from Paradise

On its golden belt
Hung a scepter and a silver scroll

As it strolled towards me

Within my illustrious sleeping streams

A strange palace of darkness

Where no birds
Flew or squawked

Its mysterious ever watchful eyes

Held me firmly transfixed
Like an ethereal heavenly hawk

Its bright white orbs
Swallowed me whole

As it whispered words
I'll remember
Until I'm old

Within the light of day,
We appear

Your beloved and even I

To watch over and visit you

To see and follow all that you do

When we, the blessed few

Waiting in the new spectacular bright white lights

In the glorious cathedrals of Atmos, shadowy arches

Cross over
When allowed a brief time

Before we are eventually
Reunited in a new form

To rejoice in hymn
Within your All Highs
Divine Church

Depending upon
The faith of your choice

To visit those we still
Love

To leave a sign or sing
A sonnet

Happily with echoes of our new voice as we too mourn

Then in here
At darkness

In
The Great In-Between

A place you all visit
Whenever you fall asleep

In deep dreams,
We always appear

For real spiritual shapeshifters
Like us

Never really sleep

We just transform into Robins

Through a supernatural technique

For sometimes they are merely vessels
We use

Just one of our everlasting souls keeps

So if you see one
And it sings

Looking straight at you
Remember this

It's just a beloved loved one

Maybe even me
Archangel Gabriel

Channelling
Through

And with that beautiful closing line

It disappeared quietly
Back into the receding winds that whined

Of the Hidden Divine

And when I awoke at eight,
I'm sure it met me

Sat on my old garden's wooden gate

My beautiful friend
Who loves to sit on the washing line

Whispering and singing
Hello

Sending shivers and tingling

Shooting
As I remember that dream

All the way
Up and down

My sinuous
spine

(C)
Copyright John Duffy
May 3 · 53
The Monologue of Saul
JohnDuffyASY May 3
(A lone voice whispers)

Have you ever wondered if your soul is just mirrored reflections

Fragmented shards of an augmented reality

A divine kaleidoscope of your own perceived ideas

Of what to do to get to your version of heaven, and how to avoid hell?

Overlaid onto a real-world environment

Are you too logical to ever really understand, but just bravely parading around like another human being

Locked into a social engineer's dream

Trying to live within, and under its dark magical, mesmerising spell

Hypnotized by whatever is subliminally repeated, on your handheld screens

Slowly waiting unconsciously, before it's too late for spiritual understanding

To return to just you

To truly see there's more to life than chasing paper dreams

Before you catch the last bus, to take you home to atone

In The Great In-Between
Where you'll be asked

Did you live a life clean life or did something happen, that was unforeseen

That caused you to live temporarily, unclean

(C) Copyright John Duffy
JohnDuffyASY May 2
(A lone voice whispers)

Walking in like the Grand Inquisitor
Tomás de Torquemada

Dressed in a dark robe

With Beethoven's “Moonlight Sonata” playing loudly in her wake

I can remember when Love brought me through a gate

To a doorway leading to her Three Castles of Rejection

Cruelty
Intolerance, and Fanaticism

And when she nearly broke me within each of those walls, she introduced me to her other Three Castles of Seduction

Through another darkly lit doorway

Ecstasy
Blissfulness and Tranquility

Such is the juxtaposition of entering her Great Halls of Eden

For those Red coloured doors within that painted room, could lead you to your sweet salvation or doom

So just be careful when you smell her sweet perfume, when she smiles, as she approaches

For once, she takes you into her Great Halls of Eden

Once you enter that oak panelled waiting room

Always remember

One day, you could be in her master bedroom

And then one day, feel the harsh bristles of her witches broom

As you soul pleads and yells

Such is the power of being under her mesmerising spell

(C) Copyright John Duffy
JohnDuffyASY May 2
(A lone voice whispers)

Oh, Lord.
Remind me to
Smile

Because by
Your grace

In the face of
Covid and all other things

Which everyone seems to forget and all they embrace

I'm still alive
A privilege denied

To so many, who have
Suddenly died

Remind me
Oh, Lord
My Almighty

I've still got so much more to give
As I live

And with your bright and beautiful stars
Lighting my way

Guiding and showing me the beauty
Of doing my soul's pure duty

To try to light a candle of hope
In just someone

As they pray to repent
To help them ascend

To help them wipe their spirits dry tears away
Maybe today

And to make your love grow stronger
Everyday

To undo old wrongs

It's why I kneel to pray
And whisper

Amen

No matter how hard life gets, intense

(C)
Copyright John Duffy
JohnDuffyASY May 1
.
(A lone voice whispers)

Have you ever had a disastrous relationship before and wondered…

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

During or after?

Title:
Apollyon Relationships

(A lone voice ponders after a first date)

My love Morning Star
My fallen introduction
To doorways of sin

(575)


(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Reference in this case:

Apollyon. / (əˈpɒljən) / noun.
New Testament the destroyer, a name given to the Devil (Revelation 9:11)
Apr 30 · 117
Guttis aquae pluviae (L)
JohnDuffyASY Apr 30
Guttis aquae pluviae (L)

(A lone voice whispers)

Are your translucent memories like the softest of rain drops, when they suddenly fall

Reminding you of someone special or somewhere
On another level

For sometimes, you just want to get soaking wet, remembering the good times

But sometimes,

Do you also want to find shelter to help you forget

All those memories tainted with neglect

By the visitation of all bad intentions

Subtly introduced, by the so seductive and invisible, Devil

From another dimension

(C) Copyright John Duffy
JohnDuffyASY Apr 29
(A reflective voice whispers)

In the Dawn of a new feeling of Life,
Maybe even at high school

Did you embrace one of its golden rules

To hold hands with someone you deemed so special

Encouraged by first love's, sweet kiss

For it to then carry you through, to meet the super cool, Twilight of your Life

With the only true one, whose love has never cooled:

And if you're still incredibly lucky, brings you such bliss

Or did the Shadows of Life appear

Smiling like a Nazgûl
Like a dark thief at night

To take back God's divine gift, and leave you scrambling and grieving

Daydreaming of the Dawn and Twilight of your Life

Before something cruel, caused you, to separate and drift

When everything seemed so perfect and nice

Before the deep cut, of The Shadows of Life's

Sharp, ceremonial knife

(C) Copyright John Duffy
JohnDuffyASY Apr 29
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 Duff
Apr 28 · 65
The Energy Vampires
JohnDuffyASY Apr 28
Have you ever experienced the energy being drained out of a room, when someone unknown, enters?

You may have met one!

Title:
The Energy Vampires

#Senryu


Baptised heartbroken

For forty long days and nights

Gathered Dark Souls smiled

575

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Image shared under fair usage policy

Foundation of the piece.

Some mystics say:

Lower vibrational beings feed off humanity's pain and anguish.

What a feast they must have when they see a new resident of their invisible, Heartbreak Hotel.

Salute.
Apr 28 · 53
Reincarnated Love
JohnDuffyASY Apr 28
Foundation.

Some old mythology says we are bound to find our twin flame or soul mate, 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-six 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 you 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
JohnDuffyASY Apr 26
Title:
Calvary Dreams

(A lone voice whispers)

I heard your sweet voice
Today

On our anniversary,
Your birthday

That old well-loved familiar sound

Whenever I press
play

To see and hear you
On that old wedding tape
We once made

You still look so beautiful and sound so soft and sweet
I couldn't sleep

But stand up straight,
Weep

Rewind and repeat

Oh, why does God give you such grief

Whenever
I see you or hear your voice

To then stand still
In total disbelief

And realise you're now living in new lands of immortality

And then I always remember
Calvary

A dark place
Enshrined in human history

Hanging
Painted up

In so many famous
Art galleries

So much wrong
Done to one
So strong

One crucified
For us and mankind
To sing a new song

A new song
So all could belong

To the light
Whenever their time came

And they could no longer fight

Cancer like you
Time or some other kind of pain

So now
Whenever hear your sweet voice

Or your name whispered
Like on your birthday
Today

That familiar lovely sound
When I finally find the courage

To press play

To sit and reminisce about my true love
On that special day

Our wedding

And her incredible captivating spirituality

I just know you're safe
Smiling down
Looking my way

My beloved
Still loved wife called Mary

Because Jesus died
For you and me

Even though
Crucified
By Evil

But never alone
At Calvary

So we could all rise

With the call of the
Golden Trombone

To atone
To then enter

Our true home
Under God's
Super Dome

I still miss you so much, but deep down I always know

God only calls the best ones home early and that's why in April

It will always feel like snow


(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Apr 25 · 39
The Spell Caster
JohnDuffyASY Apr 25
Foundation.

How many hear the call and do the deal?

The Spell Caster.

Are you missing something magical, in your midnight  embrace

As you sit all alone
Feeling lost and out of place

Look out that window
If you feel unsatisfied, unwanted, or displaced

Put down that phone and if you see Mother Moon trying, with beams of her bright moonlight

To show you a way

Beseeching you to look up high, into her glorious night sky

If you see her angel shaped clouds slowly part, and start to play

You'll hear my soft voice, whisper and say

"Want to escape from your daily routines, today?

Come open up, and find my portal, and eternal doorway

By any old trees nearby, that I've commanded to sway

To follow that compelling feeling, to pay the toll

To  through and be mesmerised

Like my old muse,
Called Dorian Gray

Who to me,
Once sold his soul

When he too followed, the angel shaped clouds, at play

To open up my portal, and eternal doorway

By those old trees
Nearby

That I commanded to sway

(C) Copyright John Duffy
JohnDuffyASY Apr 24
Should 21st Century poetry

For the new minds of a culturally bombarded generation

Be limited from 3 to 7 lines?

Before you answer

To me personally, even though to answer, makes my Heart aches

I like reading poetry built around subtlety

Concealed layers or secretive depths

Relatable interchangeable meanings

Powerful raw stuff that sometimes leaves your eyes wet

Unearthed within deciphering their carefully crafted imagery or subtext

3 to 7 lines of reading, might sound like heaven, but I'm old school

Give me Lord Byron
Shelley or Keats

But I guess
Like an Ode to a Nightingale

Maybe that's the beauty of poetry as She walks in Beauty

And like To a Skylark
It must sing

So I can only hope new generations enjoy poetry, so it continues to thrive and still live

Within whichever form, and exciting tales that will continue to make their own hearts beat

With all it can give

But for me
Reading deep poetry

Feels like sitting briefly, metaphorically, underneath a Cherry Blossom Tree

Enjoying a delicious drop of spiritual tranquility

Are you too, old school and what emotional fluctuations resonate with you?

Are you a three to seven or more like:

Eleven or more is heaven
Reader or writer

Who enjoys late all-nighters

(C) Copyright John Duffy
Apr 24 · 46
The Calling
JohnDuffyASY Apr 24
Foundation.

Have you ever met someone where everything just clicked but then, for whatever tragic reason?

They just disappeared?

The Calling

(A lone male, clutching an old photograph at midnight. Whispers, as a single white prayer candle burns)

Let me in
I whisper into this rising grey smoke

Let its wispy tendrils carry up my plea's to wherever you are

No matter how far

Hear me

For I'm looking back at our old feverish memories, in these black and white fairground pictures

In this semi-darkness
Between these two great voids

Separating me and you and so many others

Let me in
Through the ethereal panes of shattered astral glass

Filled with tangible strands of much-loved recollections

So I can once again cross the deep oceans of the Hippocampus

Flying for days and nights in and through its episodic sunshine, and rocky shores

So I can warm you with my old love

For I will never stop looking and calling

And lighting these white prayer candles

Hoping you're listening to this

Somewhere
Wherever you are

Listening and hearing my voice reading

My heart's whispered secretive spells, which l will forever yell

In silence throughout the day and in feverish whispers at night

So let me in
Now, it's midnight

To reach that forbidden place which connects all things

The Maelstrom

But which stays hidden, as it holds you in its tight grip of a new seclusion

Especially, when everything
Just goes wrong

I can only pray my words are carried like an angels song, to make your beautiful eyes blink

By this grey smoke gushing skyward from my incense candle, in these rushing four winds

Which will help to guide me

To find a way, to try to find you again

Be it on Earth or in Heaven

So we can continue what we once found in our old lifetime

A beautiful treasure the Nexus Seven, in their rare sacred manuscript, called:

A meeting of similar minds

(C) Copyright John Duffy
Apr 22 · 48
The Voice of Hope
JohnDuffyASY Apr 22
Let these words be transformed into a familiar voice

And be the driving force and divine noise

The supernatural heartbeat to help you conquer and circumvent defeat

Let this,
My voice, be the driving force to summon happiness and love.

Comparison and kindness.

Conjured into your daily rituals, through silent prayer.

To help open up your tired eyes.

So you can really see, beauty and strength flowing, everywhere you go.

(C)
Copyright John Duffy
JohnDuffyASY Apr 22
(A lone voice whispers)


There's s an island
You'll soon all see

Depending how old you are
Or really feel

A mythical land by the Divided Sea

Called
Purgato

A place many are branded to go
To be if transformed

Reborn
In a new angelic form

What will you take through
Though

To hang around your neck
Like a golden yoke

Broken oaths of love
Jokes and painful stories

All of your lifes many now unwanted mistakes

People you tried to love
Some you still hate

It doesn't matter
We know and have seen all kinds

From film stars
Pop stars

World conquerors and all kind of leaders

Seen so many like us
Who once carefree

Entered these black gates

To eventually feel broke
Never to leave us

For at the point of salvation
They choked

But know this

Fate is a fickle friend
For what you do today

As you still live
With so much more to give

Could help you at your end

Be kind
Do more

Show emotion and some compassion

For we await
The hordes

To welcome you through these great gates

So what does that hidden side of your heart really sing of

Because that’s what you’ll need to bring

When your version of God demands and asks

Sitting and watching so high above

Will you, my child

Purge all your old mortal songs linked to sin

To earn my love?

(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Apr 22 · 39
Be You
JohnDuffyASY Apr 22
Foundation.

With the considerable rise of AI software on all social media and business platforms, will humanity lose its creative edge?

Will you be tempted to do so?

Title:
Be You

(A lone voice whispers)

Be You
Forgo assimilation

And try to avoid being spellbound and tied into the new B System

Dream and aspire before you're retired

With all your soul's, inner resistance

Don't be bound to mundane hearts, no longer open to being plowed, with ravenous curious fingers

Hearts enslaved into a dark broken Labyrinth of unspoken, and untold things

Which could linger

From sad souls who've cried, as their creativity withered and died

Absorbed by the cleverly assimilated imagery and well created lies

To be one of the many lonely wanderers

Tumbling blind through inspirations now barren playgrounds

As the new, AI Hive Minds, long reach fires up to reteach

Newly breached, unconnected human firewalls

While wild valley blackbirds and starling flocks

Scream and call out in unison, at the lack of the rising poetry

Music or literature, filled with human energy

As spiritual temperatures worldwide, fall

Putting ingenuity into jeopardy

Screeching about the impending icy cold bath of human separation

As they fly as huge wailing flocks, into the Summer Equinox

With the frosty breath, of AI Death of the Soul

Lingering around like black mold

With bony fingers
Rattling without a sound

Awaiting its resurrection
As daylight recedes and people seem to lose hope

But on that Devil's Island for some of the Condemned

The one called Earth

The Exalted Ones
Maybe like you

Unassimilated and still free

Can lift up the trapped
Those poor souls caught up in The Hive Mind

Slowly been drained of personality and self identity

Lost in the humankind labyrinth of the unspoken and untold

Who needs releasing to help rebuild the new pillars of creativity upon Earth

With their eventual rebirth

This my friend with the bright eyes unseen

Has always been a worthy oath to follow

For you've always been free to share your gift of uplifting

Energetic, raw, and visual

Literature
Music or poetry

Maybe bestowed
From The Sacred Temples of Apollo

What's says you?

Are you going to strive to stay the real you?


(C) Copyright John Duffy
Apr 20 · 43
Disengaged
JohnDuffyASY Apr 20
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
JohnDuffyASY Apr 20
(A lone voice whispers)

If only we had understood the justifications

I wouldn't be composing these stanzas here in old Jerusalem

If only we had realized all those painful tragic answers to come

We would have stopped them from happening

And took no chances at the very beginning

If only we knew this day filled with darkness would be returning

We would have tried to stop it before our hearts started burning

But we never saw it coming and never disputed your stories saying so

Of which there was plenty

We believed we were to be together forever

To walk hand in hand in all weathers

We never felt deserted, even though it felt you were always away

Praying or preaching

But in the process of living
Our hearts gave up and cried

When nailed on that wooden cross before us

All the hopes of forgiveness and absolution

Just looked us in the eyes
Smiled

Stopped breathing and quietly died

As we placed you in the tomb with Joseph and rolled forth that heavy stone

It felt to some as though we'd never met

As they wept

But to us, who really knew you

Our hearts could never forget

And as I watched some cry and express hate for our Lord's fate

I, too, despised what I'd become

I wished I'd found more time to be with you

To learn more

All sad tokens of introspection as I laid you in that tomb

I thought like many others

You were taken from us and sent so far away

But the rumors circulating say you've risen

Oh, how happy we all are that you've escaped death's cold prison

We all remembered when you said you wouldn't leave

That if in me, you do believe

And if we didn't

What would this world be like

If you wouldn't in our hearts still be living

Well, that's now all in the past as we gather here on this beautiful Sunday

To pray in these moments for the forgiveness of all our earthly sins

In this hidden backroom here in Jerusalem

To fall in love with Faith once more

Now you've risen from the tomb

A dark place where we left you a few days ago

To lay all alone

We can only pray the world of the future see the truth

For to truly believe, you don't need any proof

For faith is a delicate thing

Don't just look for it in well-written books or scripture

Don't look for it at night or during the day

Don't let it weep and recede or wither and just walk away

Just believe in something greater

It's how he'll find you and reintroduce you to your maker

For as Nicodemus was once asked.

“How can a man be born when he is old?”

“Surely, he cannot enter a second time into his mother's womb to be born!”

You answered,

“I tell you the truth, no one can enter the kingdom of God unless he is born of water and the Spirit.

Flesh gives birth to flesh, but the Spirit gives birth to spirit.”

So to all you readers who may read this in the near future

Just listen for the Almighty's great voice and with faith in something greater

You'll know in your heart it's him

If you're just open to hearing it

After praying and then whispering

Amen

(C) Copyright John Duffy
Apr 17 · 66
The Juggernaut
JohnDuffyASY Apr 17
(A lone voice whispers)

Did no one tell you that true
Magic exists

Just hidden somewhere deep
In most societies

Sought after by convicts of the mundane

Profane addicts, who cry out in the mists

Whenever they're asleep
In pain

Some crying out for redemption or anything linked to temptation

But still, it subsists in so many obscure places

And upon so many new or old altars, does it reside

For when it comes out to tempt the eyes of the juggernaut

Known as The Great Metatron

To look

One of the most powerful archangels, and interdimensional scribes

To the Book of Life

It causes so many other emotions, to like atoms collide

In the deep-minds behind inquisitive eyes and faces

From all gender and races

As imagery
Emotions and engagement runs wide

For the Philosophers Stone
The Great Secret
Is simply this

There's an old piece of magic in us
All

But sometimes, it only chooses to come out in those it made to speak

After a mighty fall

Maybe like you
Too

A new poet who once heard the nightly call

And now speaks a sacred hidden language, that summons the craft of

Reconceptualizing the enchantment of the human experience

Through an incredible naming magical act

Breathing
Molding and weaving
Words into life

Like a pagan mage giving shape to energy

A molten flux to entertain the curious ones

Of any age

That needs something magical written in verse

As they turn one of your spiritual pages

To help save them from their own form of self-destruction

And maybe anything that still hurts

Before their last ride home
In Old Nicks black hearse

As you serve your new masters and mistress's

Of the magical vibrations known as, Poetry

By sharing your magic as it pleads to be dispersed

(C) Copyright John Duffy
JohnDuffyASY Apr 15
(A lone voice whispers)

Is Love
Like ethereal raindrops

Tumbling from a hot
Unseen spiritual sky
When you least expect it

Does it
Reveal itself

When
Two kingdoms suddenly
Clash and collide

Mundane worlds
Imploding and
Unravelling

Given birth
Beneath
Infinite clouds of clandestine

Assignations

Can
Our happiness
Smiles and lamentations

Sometimes
Drown
Swept up

Within its dark seas of
Astounding
Revelations

But do we crave
Love to still
Get wet

To bathe
Within its
Stimulating waters

Of repudiation
Or Salvation

All the while

Embracing
Its rough spiritual fingers
Of life-changing

Rehabilitation
To heal our old ways

And to help us find a way to forget painful memories

As our soft cheeks
Get wet

Through our second Resurrection

Our first being birthed
Here on Earth

(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Apr 15 · 57
The Ayahuasca Warrior
JohnDuffyASY Apr 15
Foundation.

Do you believe in astral projection?

Title:

The Ayahuasca Warrior

(A lone voice whispers)

Into the Mythical UnderMouth
Known as The Dark Abyss

I went
Swirling like a lost Autumn leaf

In strange winds
Heaven sent

Merging like a well-drilled soldier

Into the fine lines
Of the Universe’s timeless dust

I travelled up high
Into the higher kingdoms of The Astral Realms

To mysterious crossroads of The Undreamt

Then to unvisited corners never seen before by others

Into another dimension of Time and Space

Colliding into other faceless atoms

Of golden rusty dust

Where one whispered

She would be my mother
In another life

She would nurture and get me ready for my future wife

Then that special atom flowed on

Farther still I travelled

Crashing still into other atoms as they too
Came along

Some confessed they would be my father

Sisters and brothers

But what pinned me and held me transfixed the most

Was that golden moment

Lost among that purple and hue

When a shimmering colourful cloud whispered

Before it too passed by
Like an unearthly ghost

I will be sent forward
Just for you

Forever to be your only true lover

My name is irrelevant for we will be reunited

Over the aeons
Again and again

For we are translucent beings of immortality

And in that moment of magical clarity

I knew I had found all the answers

To all my questions as she too drifted by

Flickering like a wind-blown flame

Towards a glowing light, I could not name

We are but pawns in the Greatest of all Games

But given a supreme supporting cast

Which acts as our deposit or bond

To help love and guide us
Whilst alive

And running around in its many diverse classes

For as long as the Greatest of all Games
Lasts

And then into
The Great Beyond

Flickering like a wind-blown flame

Towards a glowing light, I could not name

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Image shared from Pinterest under fair usage policy.

Astral travelling, also known as astral projection, is a spiritual practice and esoteric concept involving the belief that consciousness can detach from the physical body and travel to different planes of reality.
Source: Wikipedia.
Apr 15 · 57
Imperfectus (L)
JohnDuffyASY Apr 15
Foundation.



If the concept of having a soulmate is true, could you have previously met one and not known?

But upon deep introspection, still seek their reflection?



Title:
Imperfectus (L)



(A lone voice whispers)



There's an unfinished part of me
Hidden away deep

Way into my dark compartmentalization zone



That sees a broken heart
Whenever I dream



Sitting alone
By a fast flowing fountain
All on her own

Over the blue oceans and snow capped mountains



Now that we are apart and each one of us
Silently cries



Lost in a world wind of painful emotions

As strange circumstances
Dance in a swirling frenzy

Mirroring The Red Death, like in a crazy surreal scene



From Shakespeare's Macbeth.



But to have known her love
To have briefly felt and tasted its transcendental magic

Like a touch of expensive velvet

And dwelt somewhere deep inside her, I feel truly blessed



For I now know she was the one



So here's my only tragic message to The Almighty

My soul's,
Alpha and Omega Prayer



The next time around
Lord
Bring me closer to my true love.

My soulmate and unfinished business
Just somewhere



So we can restart
Hand in hand
Together

And no longer suffer
The internal agonies
Of twin broken hearts



So we can be bound together forever
In poetry and soul music

Whatever the weather



As each other
Is finally

In the flesh
Found



This I call to the Lord
My Almighty
Nightly



For without her love
This hard life been constantly reborn looking

Is so confusing



And that's why I pray every night
Reminiscing about those beautiful days



Whenever I listen to Kenny Rogers
Coward of the County

Which takes me back to the 1980s



When I first met her
All dressed in blue

In Caesars Palace



When she briefly stepped into my view
As we queued

And said



“Something deep inside
Tells me

I'm sure
I know you



But this time around
Don't leave my heart used or bruised.”



(C)
Copyright John Duffy



Imperfectus (L)
Incomplete
Apr 13 · 61
The Laws of Attraction
JohnDuffyASY Apr 13
(A lone voice whispers)

Do you believe in the laws of manifestation

When I started writing poetry

I visualised being the best version of:

John Duffy Poet
I could be

So
Look up
John Duffy Poet

On your search engine
Of choice

Will you be surprised if I'm the first name you'll see?

The question is:

Did I manifest a top ranking via Poemhunter

Or do people like you, still like and explore poetry, and use it as your own regular form

Of self-psychiatry?

And sometimes enjoy
sitting under my supernatural vocabulary tree

And reading these strands and whispers

I conjure out of The Great In-Between

And label them as my version of inspired
Poetry

(C) Copyright John Duffy
Apr 13 · 507
Poetry Tip. 101.
JohnDuffyASY Apr 13
(A lone voice whispers)

For a dash of exquisite fun

Try to have such a mesmerising style of creativity—when stimulating, visual imagery.

So all those within your prose's proximity:

Can enjoy its delicious delivery

(C) Copyright John Duffy
Apr 11 · 64
Sċēaweres
JohnDuffyASY Apr 11
Foundation.

Mixing Old English within the 21st Century.

Titul:

Sċēaweres

(An all ana voice hwisprian's)


For although our pæþe
Are divided by Wyrd

By The Grēat In-Betweonum
Also viewed as Destiny or Fate

By our Andsaca's

Enemies
Vultures and lions
Which Scyttan

Hydan
In The Great Ether

Restless
Unseen
And with great Hungor

Ravenous

Just outside our Godcundlic Gates

Ours is a sacred Trēowa

One
No fowl creatures knoweth

And which the vultures, lions and ravenous creatures: filled with Æfestiġ

And second eyes
Grene
Hath seen

But we will be Siġefæst

So
"Hál wes þú or wes hál"

(C) Copyright John Duffy

Old English andgiet:
Meanings:

Sċēaweres
Watchers.

All ana
Unaccompanied.

Hwisprian
Whisper.

pæþe
Paths.

Andsaca
Enemy, adversary.

Scyttan:
"To hunt," this word could be used if the "prowling" is specifically in search of prey.

Hydan
Meant to conceal.

Hungor
Hunger.

Godcundlic.
Spiritual.

Trēowa
Faith, pledge, agreement.

Grene
Green.

Æfestiġ
Jealous or envious.

Hath
Have.

Siġefæst
Victorious.

Hál wes þú or wes hál

Be in good health' or 'be fortunate'.



(Now read again, now you understand. Especially the ending)
JohnDuffyASY Apr 11
Foundation.

With uncertainty flowing like a molten volcano around the world, and online.

Is it within dark times like these, we should try to bring more light into the world?

Title:

A voice in the dark whispers

Lookup
Not down

And be drawn
Into spiritual degradation

Or dark temptations
Linked to politics or the flesh
By the Red Dragon

But to blue clouds
Filled with sacred tetragons

With belief in whatever you know as good, be held
In-Depth

For the son of Cronus and Rhea

Brother of Zeus and Poseidon
Grows ever near

To welcome you into his waterless Barren Lands

Delighting in unimaginable fear

So be
Precipitous

And look up to
Defeat the rolling Abyss
Ruled by Hades

Hidden
Within
Its mists

Espouse goodness
While you still
Live

Like a sweet Valentine's Day kiss

And try to avoid
The Void

Filled with those
Who now pay a hefty
Price

But enter into new lands of Spiritual Paradise

With your selfless acts
Of kindness and self-sacrifice

Will you try to do good?

Or will you follow those who will suffer bitterness, when a star called, Wormwood,
Falls?

(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Apr 10 · 117
Salvation
JohnDuffyASY Apr 10
(A lone voice whispers)

Do you believe in absorbing esoteric supernatural impressions

To clear your pathways
Of all mental or traumatic depression's

To then walk down life's  metaphysical runways

Like a young Gabrielle Bonheur Chanel or an inspired

Paul Poiret

If so
Because I believe
In you

Always be optimistic and open to being positive when exploring newer experiences

For true belief
Lies in the right mindset in all you do

To transform your soul into your best version of a sage or mystic

Allowing you to chase stars and wild Middle Earth dreams

To bind old mistakes and fears
To white metaphorical feathers

To throw them into the healing fires within your mind

For their old powers over you

In the unconscious rising smoke retire

As you learn which new bridges to cross

And which old bridges to burn

For sacred self-knowledge and empowerment is ubiquitous

A chimera

A conjunction of wild beasts
Roaming wild

Living life through
Eight letters called Salvation

Which to the child of the Revived

Like you
Cannot never ever be denied

(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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