Best Duffy Poems
On the shadowed banks of river they sat together
Adulating setting sun quivering in rippling currents
Where golden filaments shimmered on blue water
Forming and breaking ephemeral circular motions
Undulating amber rays on eve’s buoyant emotions.
Her dimples smiled upon her visage of royal poise
Enticing him to probe her cheerful, enamored eyes
Mesmerizing as yet un-blossomed amatory dreams
As they raved of college, friends, late nights carefree
Exploring coyly maiden impulses of mature themes
Inflaming seductively, untrodden clues of fantasies.
Alas! those memories now~ dulcet still, but empty.
Never he saw her again on her side of the prairies
Strolling nonchalantly, engrossed in birds chirping,
No one standing there now to steal his glances slyly
Hiding behind notions of secrecy, at first meekly,
Though later, quite daringly, wantonly, frequently;
Elevating him unlike anyone else, before, or since.
Her last letter to him was cryptic, yet informative:
A rustic farm house, cow moos amid clucking sounds,
Boy and a girl, flower beds, and a dog named Duffy~
A simple life on landscapes lauding ancestral heritage.
He remembers well~ saying it, genuinely meaning it,
As movingly she indulged in life that could have been,
Awkwardly dropping hints, soon she’ll be married.
Yet, here she is now intimating, she too so loved him~
Validating his belief—though offering a mere fig leaf--
A vain gesture to convince him she honored his dream
Memorializing secret pact, living life in his blueprint:
Boy and a girl, rustic farm house, a dog named Duffy.
April 12, 2022
Poem of the day on April 14, 2022
Placed 1st: This or That, Vol 11 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: Fig Leaf
Leonine, with whispy fur,
So soft it’d make a human purr.
Squinty eyes and button nose,
no stranger to a model’s pose.
Stalks the halls of Sarah’s lair,
a life of ease sublimely fair.
You may think he’s just a cat,
But we all know he’s more than that.
[Written in honor of a friend's Himalayan Persian--I think---a personable cat that I often use as a character in short stories and even a radio script.]
[For anyone interested in the radio show I wrote about Duffy, here is a link: http://sylvannovelust.blogspot.com/2013/12/adventures-of-duffy-dean-unified-story.html]
Ode to the Senior Golfer
Pitch and putt I never worried about
‘cause all my drives were long and stout
Now off the tee it doesn’t fly so far
And all I can do is hope for par
On my card 3’s are 4’s and 4’s became 5
Oh how I long for a 300 yard drive
It’s only a game, some say unkind
But it grabs at your heart and messes your mind
It’s only a game still others proclaim
Front nine was fun, the back nine shame
So before I tee, I ask my Lord
Just once put my name atop the leader board
Now it’s early to bed so I can dream
Of birdies and eagles and a jacket that’s green
Written by my caddy
Sir Duffy Mulligan
FOUR!
?
Imagine the sound of bright buzzing bees,
And ripe juicy apples planted on trees.
Imagine the sight of the birds that fly,
Or the airplanes that soar through the sky.
Imagine the fish that swim through the ocean,
And the brown, fuzzy squirrels that cause a commotion.
Imagine the green of the trees and the grass,
Or the adorable little puppies that yelp as you pass.
Imagine the sound of a rushing waterfall,
And the curious monkey that play with a ball.
Imagine the sound of a babies laughter.
Cant you feel the rush of happiness after?
Now imagine life with no buzzing of bees.
No ripe juicy apples to pick off of trees.
Now listen here kid, hear me out straight.
These are the things we don't appreciate.
We take them for granted. Pretty things indeed,
For one day theyll be gone, yet nobody will see.
So notice the little things everyday.
Maybe you'll remember them once they fade away.
...
Imagine a world with no buzzing of bees.
Imagine being surrounded by dead old trees.
Now imagine leaving that world behind,
just stop and smell the roses every once in a while.
BY: EMMA DUFFY
They walk among us, we're not alone
The UK's becoming a new war zone
"A new war zone?"I hear you ask
The war on TERROR a brutal task!
Planning, plotting preparing to strike
To kill men, women and children alike
Blowing up busses, hijacking planes
In the name of what? That question remains!
Where do they find these willing recruits?
To carry out various evil pursuits!
In the name of a god, who doesn't exist, still these evil bastards persist
To inflict pain on others when we expect it the least
So you can sit with your virgins at a table and feast!
Your hate propaganda, the havoc you wreak
You preach to the masses, the socially weak
Why is the question? Do you come to our shores?
To leech off our system, to break our laws!
Some are native, of British descent
Brainwashed into causing harm with intent!
Lets all club together and put to an end
The acts of terror on our women, kids and men!
William Duffy.
She holds on to him
Scared, worried, afraid
Afraid to loose him
She cant
Not again
A tear falls on her cheek
Remembering the last time she let him go
No
That cant happen again
She squeezes
He tightens his grasp on her
She is grateful that
He is here
Safe
Not dead
Then waking up
Crying because
He is gone
He wont return
She lays in the cold
Surrounding herself with blankets
Only blankets to protect her
Not the one she loves
For the one she loves
Is dead
EMMA DUFFY
ancient bubble's gift
amber trapped mosquito's head
breathes scent of wild rose
Long Tooth
June 20, 2016
Poet's Notes:
Inspired by Mike Duffy on FB's Japanese Poetry Garden Path!
What's going on in my home town?
I ask you this from behind my frown
The high streets full of charity places
Populating the vacant spaces.
We are overrun with taxi cabs
"You working late pal? Ya looking Shabs!"
'Cheers gadge, am on til 9, am bloody seek!' the drive whines
Junkies, Alkies, our streets they roam, what's your poison?
Cheap cider, vodka, methadone?
Part time Dads, teenage Mams
Pushing babies in their prams
Weekends out on the piss
Names climbing up the council list
Generations play the benefit game
Bleeding us dry, is their sole aim
Council house and on the sick
Everything bought on the tick
50 inch tellies, 3 piece suites
Shopping sprees almost every week
I love our town, I really do
But for now the town is screwed
Run by a council with half a brain
Shops are empty, such a shame
If it wasn't for the holiday camps
Filled up every year with ska...families from North and South
Weegies, Geordies every year
They love this place I regard so dear
So dual the A1, lower the rent
Tackle the problems with intent
A town of which we should be proud
Not cursing under a big black cloud.
William Duffy.
Tears fall like morning rain
Trying to wash away your pain
It's ok, I'm not alone
The angels took me to their home
Try not to worry, dont be sad
I love you loads, dear mum and dad
Inner peace I hope you'll find
I'll never wander from your mind
Remember all the happy things
Like when you pushed me on the swings
Fond memories I know you'll share
Like the times you took me to the fair
I'll always be your little girl
The one you brought into this world
So don't be sad, dont be afraid
Please tell all the friends I made
I love them all, they need not worry and not to forget me in a hurry
I'm feeling fine I have no pain
1 day we'll all be together again.
William Duffy.
O PROUD SONGSTERS
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Late winter, early spring,
perky cock robin redbreasts start to sing,
cock blackbirds follow suite,
jenny wrens don't stay mute.
Nature's choirs all astute.
Songsters, all ready for a springtime fling!
Summertime at its hight,
though through the year they sing with all their might.
Evening song, church bells call,
a merry Christmas all,
be you walk fly or crawl.
Human songsters singing for all's delight!
Autumn now, fresh breezes,
a little hint of cold winter freezes.
The wind song quizzical,
often quite physical!
Trees song so mystical,
their singing likened to snare drums teases.
Winter, bright if lucky.
Thanksgiving, Christmas, turkey, roast ducky!
Choirs singing carols,
barmen rolling barrels,
mums washing fresh sorrels.
Me, a songster, yes but very duffy!
Composed and transcribed online 12/19/2017
Entered in Rhyme Me A Poem - Poetry Contest, sponsored by Broken Wings
This is a link to a noir short story I wrote, featuring a friend's cat. Administrators can delete if you wish, but I thought some might like a story. I tried to be poetic.
http://sylvannovelust.blogspot.com/2013/12/adventures-of-duffy-dean-unified-story.html
David Cameron, Barack Obama
Them 2 gadgies love a drama
Stay away from Russia and Ukraine
Our forces families don't need more pain
For the last decade we've sent our boys
To fight the war against terrorist ploys
Lads are killed,scarred and maimed
Far too many to be named
It's not just physical or on the outside
It's in their head, where nightmares bide
It's time to bring these brave men home
And fight the demons of their own
Instead of fighting others wars,
Concentrate on our ours
Not theirs, YOURS!
The countries in a hell of plight
Why send the boys back out to fight?
Let's shut the doors to immigrant whores
Raping our system
Exposing our flaws
Great Britain? Your having a laugh
Even Scotland want their own gaff
The empire riddled with massive debt
Is our government totally inept?
It's time to sort and get a grip
Of this sinking ship
The damage done it could be too late
We should just be Britain cos nothing is Great
They're all drinking from the same dirty cup
Constantly driving our taxes up
Poverty is on our streets,next door
Food banks popping up, more and more
Our worst fears coming true
Watching this **** storm brew
The futures bleak we're going down
With David Cameron's band of clowns.
William Duffy.
Foundation.
In this modern world, has mankind forgotten judgment may await if one is religious?
Title.
The Priest talking on a Pulpit in The Great In-Between
(A regal voice whispers)
You do know
What you do and feel in public or secret
My child
Writes all your life's many hidden manuscripts
And follow's you like a Charles Dickens's
Jacob Marley
Character
Into and after the crypt
So do more good
Purge yourself.
Pull yourself away from the Great Tempter's black hole
Don't just sit and judge
Urge your soul
Or the goal could be
You
Stripped and whipped as you become
Just another
Of the Devils legion's
Of unloved conscripts
(C) Copyright John Duffy
Just what would come to mind
should I write Hand Made Duffy
Would candy be the thing
or something round and fluffy
Well maybe it’s a chair
or maybe it is plural
It may be found on city streets
or maybe it is rural
Yes, that’s the thing with words
just who decides their meaning
It happened long ago
toward new thoughts, I am leaning
So tell me what you think
let out your inner Duffy
Don’t get it in your eyes
they may turn red and puffy
We once danced like the glowing Lampyridae
Bathing in the molten heat of a new fire
While walking hand in hand
Down loves panoramic highways
Flames of belonging and such sensuous fire
Lit and consumed our aura's
But when the winter of our love season arrived
With the familiar sound of jingle bells
Announcing our Oak wedding anniversary
On that particular sunrise
On December the fifth
That mesmerising spell broke like the mythical Sword of Elendil
And my world
Shattered
So blue is my new season watching the midnight Lampyridae dance
Alone
In the silvery moonlight
Like a young Gene Kelly and Rita Hayworth
As we once did
While my life slowly drifts
South
After I lost you
My world and the only thing that once mattered
Wandering lost in my mind's so many labyrinths filled with our hieroglyphs
As I stand alone on
Death's high cliff
When I remember that first time we met
On that beautiful night
When our souls were ordained by God's light
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
(Lampyridae: Firefly)