(A lone voice whispers)
Did you know that curiosity can be the soul's only guilty heartfelt desire?
An irrepressible longing from emotions, many hidden fires.
That awakens convulsions in the newly possessed.
Of secretive things once never felt or expressed.
To the heavy loads, signalling the quiet redesigning of a pure soul.
As it explores new goals?
Like the falling of a tear, the feeling of fear or the bright sunshine of a rare smile?
Which shines like real gold in illuminated green eyes.
Trying desperately to devour all things before they die.
Only to then hear one day in God's low whispers:
"Did you seek curiosities only goals, the soul's only guilty heartfelt desire, my child?
When they were all presented by the Devil, and its insidiously lit warm fires.
Before you died?
To tempt you like Eve, right out of the blue?
Or did you try to stay pure with all the divine gifts I once gave you?
(C) Copyright John Duffy
Treacherous invaders ever growing,
in dark, damp places always showing,
protective boundaries, they will breach,
insidiously extending their evil reach.
How will I conquer these fungal sinners?
I'll intrepidly cook mushrooms for dinner.
Folks ask why
I chose Elon as my guy,
Smart and tough
Knows how to fight even when rough,
Let him loose
To put woke projects in the noose,
Cause a stir
For progressives to deter,
Stop the rot
That placed us all in this garotte.
Act with haste
Take a sledgehammer to the waste,
Clean up house
Never mind who first we douse,
Set the scene
For what will come not what has been,
Make us great
Stem the voices that insidiously berate,
Make us strong
Choose what's right and not what's clearly wrong,
Pull as one
Don't cheat and steal then simply run,
Trust in him
For the fate of all excesses will be grim,
Trust in me
See how great united we can be.
From work to love.
From family and friends
Have you encountered this Senryu?
Being betrayed
Is insidiously mean
By those you trusted
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(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Greed is not a financial issue. It’s a heart issue.
—Andy Stanley
Gold
feel free to share
insidiously
to murder
decree
what’s not worth
gold
a drop in a bucket
you kick the bucket
but
it’s not your bucket
list
goes on
with no memorial
a gazillion
candles in heaven
Pitter patter on rain polished pavements
Tears straggling down window panes
The rattle of ricocheting raindrops on galvanised rooftops
Spiralling eddies in bull's eye puddles
Umbrellas ,shields fending off the sharpness
Of blasts of non-stop water bullets
Insidiously a soft drizzle penetrates
Right through to the skin
Producing shivery limbs
And chattering teeth
Transformed by the sun into glittering diamonds
Which disappear with the welcome arc of the rainbow.
i thought i could see clearly
clearly was an overstatement
there you were
an intruder in my concealment
leading me astray
insidiously blurring my vision
yet i pursued you without hesitation
uninterested in the warnings
how could i be so careless?
you brainwashed me
fed me lies upon lies
how could i be so stupid?
you made me feel precious
somewhat valuable
i took a chance on you
you were patient with me
carving away at the wall i had built
vulnerable,
i let you see the real me
you told me you were different
i believed you
we laughed together
made memories
i felt at ease with you
you told me you loved me
i believed you
all along
i was chasing a mirage
was it all a coax?
i reminisce about the smirk on your face
seeking your port in a storm
i wasn't the only one you made feel precious
there were others
i thought you loved me?
you told me you were sorry
but the damage you did was irreparable
you finally revealed your true colours
i couldn't forgive you
and suddenly
i could see everything clearly
Just mooning
and buffooning
Covertly stepping behind the veil
Dancing and prancing under the new moon
Burning candles and chanting, leaving no trail
Dark, unscrupulous wishes coming soon
Now, laughing and frolicking under the full moon
When you should be wishing upon a star
Daytime you appear as an angel but when night falls, you're a goon
My, what a selfish, controlling parasite you are
Like a fisherman at his favorite pond
You insidiously cast your rod of malevolence into the night
Reeling in an unwitting victim's essence just for kicks and fun
The poor soul didn't even know he was in a fight
But this is no fun and games
The stark thirst for manipulation and control can be tragic
The Universe is watching and recording faces and names
Karma is the return to sender of black magic
Truth’s not just in the beauty of our trees
cherry blossom
it’s pervading bouquet
the falling confetti
Truth’s whatever hangs from the tree
like branches
and fruit
perhaps that lynched refugee
Truth’s also insidiously part of the tree
toxic leaves
poison bark
spears used in our savagery
Truth’s sometimes hidden by the tree
shallow roots
slithery snakes
the rotten core we cannot see
Truth’s deeply carved into the tree
a lovers name
the idolised hero
our past disgrace of being monkeys
Truth’s symbolism comes from the tree
a carpenters son
the scourging whip’s handle
burning cross of supremacy
So what truth do we represent to the tree
maybe it’s master
could be it’s slave
More than that! we’re the common enemy
By David Kavanagh
the slabs are huge and are uneven
sky horizon that is no longer perpendicular
another line is tangent to the straight line
stability donned its mist suit
it insidiously wraps around the curving walls
makes the mouth of life produce a trembling voice
words that echo slipping through the fog
acidity of knowledge that created a never again
aridity of the texture that covers the earth
greed for how hungry the time is
it's so easy to see mistakes
and see that soon we will all be
on the same painful side of this syringe
Directing ethics to be suitable if it is accurate.
That should be clever to discover delight in any request.
I urge you to consider sharing; she must be relating.
Further, an ecstatic dream is there in the perceiving.
All that stands, may it arise upright and swither.
Also, when standing, restrain your ethical manner.
I invoke God for the soul who starts to suffer weensy.
Manage to be wary even with his corporeality.
May we be loyal to our egos and them to theirs?
Assume each one is eager to be their authentic selves?
Plus, may we be conveyed the shards to speak?
Insidiously, escape my wilful life as hastily as a streak.
If you don't alter your way, you must reinstill.
Hence, it may deviate from reality and be real.
Written: December 12, 2021
How Much Longer Will We
Sacrifice JUSTICE for MERCY
With the likes of
Our Dee Pee Bee's (Domestic Purposes Benefits)
Before we realize it
Undermines OUR morality
Insidiously insinuating itself in
To legislation landscaped unevenly
As if handouts are 'free'.
"Who DECIDES WHO IS NEEDY?"
Should be the question asked.
Why do we ignore
Embedded in the core
The rot mercy masked?
Cup of coffee first thing
Old habits die hard
Too easy just to cling
Impossible to discard
Old habits die hard
Coffee's got a special zing
Impossible to discard
It gives my day a wing
Coffee's got a special zing
Unlike any other thing
It gives my day a wing
Caffeine's aroma makes me sing
Unlike any other thing
Coffee's flavor is King
Caffeine's aroma makes me sing
So insidiously addicting
Coffee's flavor is king
Better than most anything
So insidiously addicting
Refreshing as a taste of Spring
Better than most anything
Too easy just to cling
So insidiously addicting
Cup of coffee first thing
In a little while,
The sky will have
Shed enough tears
Leaving it's Google bankrupt
The wells would have run dry
While,
The rivers would have
Emptied it's tributaries
The sun will shut
It's eyes and lay down,
Fatigued beyond reason;
Eclipsed by the black wings of darkness
Then,
Flowers will stop blooming
And wither away
Farmers will harvest their crops
Buyers and sellers
Will close shop
And bid each other farewell
The choir and choir leaders
Will retire their weary voices;
Voices drowned by depleted vocal cords
The stars will shed their bling
And,
Rusted metal will decay
Soon,
Evening will be heralded
And,
They would all have supper:
The cat, the rat, the owl, mortal......
Then,
The clock will stand still
And,
Dreary darkness will insidiously
Saunter in.........
In a little while.......
To Be Ancient
It is good to be ancient,
As with a vintage of the eternal red,
Sealed for the duration with an aged English cork.
Now youthful impulses hold no sway in the empty offing.
I recall them all, as I have remembered certain dreams all my life,
Undead ghosts from distant tree-lined shores in time,
Strolling languorously in a marshy fetid fog;
Their ancient faces I remember caressing,
Their yearning eyes and doubting smiles I recall seeing,
And the supple lips of some I can still feel, recalling,
The passionate interspersed minutes of unreal time,
Secretly spent, behind concealing curtains and ascending ivy vines,
With no real words of crystalline memory being uttered or heard.
And now, returning from wet membranes hidden insidiously,
Inside the watery swooshing gullies inside my brain,
Old friends and lovers appear again, like in an old film,
As they meander an astonished ancient avenue in single file.
Look at these dead pale girls here!
Girls who once spiraled to the stars in the darkness!
Now they tiptoe by my front window, perfume-scented,
Seeking their simple tombstones in the far graveyard.
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