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Moonlight's Bright Tonight, Part 2

Moonlight’s bright tonight.
Let’s go outside and play
In the streets of the city.
Morning’s far away.

We’ll dance in the streets,
Race under the stars,
Staring into the eyes
Of oncoming cars.

They’ll tell us their wisdom
In archetypical style
Of the roles that we play
And if we survive.

The dogs of the city,
They howl and they fight,
Then fortune they share
For our hungry delight.

When morning comes early
With its fresh silken dreams,
We shake off the dust
Of what we have seen.

We’ll feel the warm sun
Wake our guarded souls,
To feed us again
As we make our way home.

Our lives have been spent
Living other’s requests.
Now is the time
For our own conquests.

The streets of the city
Are daring and sheer.
Come with me now.
Experience no fear.

Sutra 13 from The Holy Science

“This universe is differentiated into spheres, seven Swargas and seven Patalas.” 
~ extract from ‘The Holy Science’


Brahman the absolute alone exists,
who by His will all the worlds manifests,
realms of contrast where delusion persists
until exhausted, soul’s ego lust rests,
renouncing forever earth bound conquests.
We need not analyse realms and domains.
Let’s focus instead on cleansing soul’s stains.

Masques of Tyranny

Tyranny wears no single face—
it dances in silk and iron,
in laughter rippling through marble halls,
in jeweled cups brimming with poison.

Here stand five shadows cloaked in power:
the Jade Empress who penned her conquests in ink of blood;
the Blood Countess who bathed in youth’s final heartbeat;
the Poison Queen whose roses wilted on royal lips;
the Thorned Mother sculpting her son into a golden idol of death;
the Icon-Breaker who crushed faith beneath her boot.

They moved like vultures through court and corridor,
each step a measured echo of shattered lives.
Their eyes—cold maps of ambition—
charted the fall of poets, princes, innocents.
Their hands—delicate arbiters of suffering—
wrote edicts that carved screams into walls.

Remember: cruelty is not a garment stitched by men alone.
It blooms wherever power dreams of itself
and drinks deep from the wells of mercy’s undoing.

Crossed the Ocean in a Raft

     I’ve seen the sphinx and pyramids
        Climbed Kilimanjaro and Everest

     Crossed the ocean in a raft, I did
        So, which thrill was the best… 

     Lest you think I notch my belt
        with each of these conquests 

     Sabbath meals with my family
         are where I’m truly blessed

Turn Left at the lights

Obtuse abuse..rude platitudes shout..

About alternative attitudes..generations..

Scream at different altitudes & latitudes..

Venerate mandarins sins.. 

Generate pernicious vicissitudes

Vicious avaricious machinations..

Celebrate nations chagrin…

Pander to propaganda spin..

AI garlanded reputations..

Cohorts in suits cavort in cahoots..

Kiss or diss..the abyss

Hiss of mis-information bliss..

Arrests..capitalist corporate conquests...detests protest..

Well got egregious prior & previous..

SO

Whatever your hue or world view..

We know what's wrong..doesn't belong

Deliriously daring to dream of derring do..

The meme..prime time you probably knew..

The Force..of course..

Is also seriously strong in you..

Cinderella for the day

Cinderella for a day
her pavlov dogs barking
Long shanks meant for the shining,
hairline conquests prevail
Antibiotics for a Queen
the white path of riddance
Stupor by Rules
Hysterical outcomes
The all Mighty Sun
is streaming
hoping for the fog

My Forever Prayer

I receive just pure trust, love and no unbelief,
No abandonment, no fear,
No lies, stealing, nor slander
To defile hearts and hopes
Let all children believe, trust and love.
Care for them and make them secure for their conquests
Tell them The Truth, give them courage
Keep their hopes shining and hearts blessed.

A Stranger's Quest

Placed at the foot of the mountain
Thunderclaps and lightnings
Treasures buried in the zenith
A journey no man doth dare

One foot forwards, three feet back
Raging winds and biting frost
Coated in the smut of the snowy beasts
Bathed in the blood of conquests lost

Still he places each step forward
Relentless. Tenacious. Dexterous
Foot planted like the oak tree
Majestic in the dust of the enemy

With each step, he moves forward
Balls like steel, he refuses to yield
Drained of the blood of his humanity
Filled instead, with the guts of a billion men.

 Still he moves. Each step forward.
Thunders like the neighs of a million horses
Cut with the edges of jagged winds
Covered in an avalanche of ice.

Yet he moves. Courageously.
Crawling like the desperate viper
Each step now like a plea to the heavens
Groans like a woman in labour

But he moves nevertheless
A shock to the distant stars
Making the sun shine in cheer
And the sky to dance in tears

Till he reaches the top.
One hand placed on the treasure.
A man, unknown, reaches the zenith.
Relentless. Tenacious. Victorious.

Lost Love

Lost Love 

(A lone voice whispers)

Once lost
In love's asylum 

Overcome by guilt 

As I sat serving unseen emotional titans

In every second, 
Sat in silence 

Feeling numb and 
Bristling with sweet thoughts of violence 

Feeling time 
Enjoying the rush

Like a blackbird crowing in the bush 

A bell always rings

Breaking the spell running up and down my spine

Where memories of you sing

In seductive rhymes
When you were mine 

Dressed in white
Wearing our favourite rings

It maybe a cut 
Of a thousand deaths 

This night
When I remember a real love
I once possessed

In night and day

But like frankincense and Myrrh

Which always flows and sways

To the secret codex linked 
To the excesses of sex

And midnight conquests 
When libido's pray to play

As I lay in this solitude
With this curse to be endured

 And all that may follow

I look to the divine gift of Apollo

And write poetry of you
To rebuild
My inner hollow

As my pitiful sorrow
My soul 

Delicately tries in vain
To 
Swallow

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Clash of Civilisation

The Mesopotamians,
The birthplace of writing, building the ziggurats and palaces.
The Greeks, 
Warriors and philosophers, diverse in their ways of thinking.
The Romans,
Masters of conquests and destruction.
The Egyptians,
With creative minds and architectural prowess.
All are different and diverse.
But they still all believe that they are the one.
They believe that they are the protagonists of our world.
Portraying their stories in their own immaculate light, 
Shining in their versions of stories mixed with lies,
As the centre and hero of the story.

WRITE

Write your conquests on earth and stone 
Make your legends made to hone 
Make your story made to last 
Make it written in mold and cast 

Write your feelings of lonely and sad 
Write it, even if you are mad
Write it most if you're in love 
For, it's a gift from up above 

Write about all your frustrations 
As you write your realizations 
Let their traces give you lessons 
To use in all the coming seasons 

Write about the story of your life 
Write about your peace and strife 
Write about your crawls and walks 
Write about your stands and talks

4th place

Revelers

  Life’s a series of ups and downs
    some days smiles, others frowns

  Men revel in fictitious conquests
    women dream of wedding gowns

Words Phrases Phrases Words

I'm sure you've heard the expression
In love with love
Well that's me through and through
Nothing in life is more important
It can take over one's whole being
But there's a bunch of lunatics in the world
Who give us peace loving *****sapiens a bad name
The lunatic fringe is what they're called
Whose brains haven't developed beyond kindergarten
In their mind, they're still fighting their schoolyard battles
But on a much, much larger scale
With much more tragic results
Human life is expendable
Not a consideration in the scope and scale of their conquests
The end justifies whatever means necessary
A side of us so called humans to be least proud of
Will it ever change?
Unfortunately I must answer no
It seems to have been ingrained in our psyche eons ago
No one is perfect
But these lunatics are at the other end of the scale

Whispers Of Validation

A gifted lover who uses emotions as a bargaining chip.
Tenacious in his grieving of a relationship that had so much potential.
A thick black book what holds the libido of lovers clinged together at a most unholy hour is his collection of conquests.
She would gladly borrow virginity if it meant a commitment on his part.
I've looked into the eyes of a promise I never meant and I can feel it's consequences creeping up as I prepare for the end of this journey.

The Classroom

we share a girly* laugh at what they teach,
Julie and I, at history lessons,
events so old, they are so out of reach,
conquests, battles and what follows treasons!

those days were dark, and so very evil,
kings were pompous, their tempers so fiery,
learning of them is learning of devil,
what would we gain from a horror story?

Is it worth trading joyous childhood days,
or love of our friends and pleasures of play,
with learning about those past dead old ways?
No! think Julie and I! what do you say?

We would rather be at old Jimmy’s farm,
feeding the chicks and good old mother swine!
bit of bright sunshine should do us no harm,
make nature our classroom, that would be fine!

Miss Evans is kind and loves us all, true!
but we would rather be allowed to play,
Should we learn evil past? got any clue?
No! think Julie and I! what do you say?

1st Placement
Written 18/09/2023
rhyme, 11 syllables each line, 20 lines
Eve Roper sponsored Voice Poetry Contest
Had to explain the term Girly- as some associate it with negative phrases

* Meaning of girly in English

(of a person) enjoying things typically connected with women or girls

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