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Tyrone and the Black Dog
Tyrone was a young man;
He wanted to have fun.
He was from a seedy part of town;
But he didn’t own a gun.
"Black dog quit your growling,
Don’t come around here anymore.
I got no use for black dogs,
Quit scratching at my door".
Tyrone could throw a football;
Best in all the land.
They promised him a scholarship
And a bucket load of fans.
Black dog he comes creeping,
When they turn out the lights;
And for a Girl named Brenda
Tyrone decides to fight.
Nobody knows who fired the shot;
But oh, his Momma Cried.
When the hopes of all a family.
Fell in the dirt and died.
Children killing children;
It has gone on way to long;
"Black dog what’s your purpose?
Everybody knows you’re wrong".
Packing a suitcase
To take the road
Travelling light in a
‘Take everything’ mode
Instagram pictures
Pets in with the clothes
“I wish I could take them
But it just won’t close”
But what to do
When you can’t say no
To taking a dog
Wherever you go
When I go travelling
I have no choice
I take my dog
And my internal voice
A big black dog
Contained in my case
My luggage still light
Fixed smile on face
My dog called Dep
Goes all over with me
But my dog isn’t one
For all to see
He has is own passport
His surname is Ression
But here’s where I tell you
I have a confession
Metaphorical Dep
The dog
Clouds my thoughts
With a dark coloured fog
I try to leave him
He tags along
I’ve learnt to accept
He wants to belong
So we go together
Sometimes he decides
How we both feel
Where sadness resides
Sometimes, just sometimes
I take control
And in to some happiness
We both enrol
When you have a dog
Big, black, just like Dep
Remember the journey
Isn’t just one step
Form:
Morning again without sleep,awake on the quilt,where are the pills?
Nightmares shadow lingers in the mind,like under the sea,full of ills.
They come at night mostly at night anxious thoughts panic,
Is there anyone else awake?walking beneath the sma hours stars,
Sweat freezing on brow howling in ears chasing round the fears,
He sits and waits with lolling tongue breath misting in air,
Red eyes spark anticipating the chase,white teeth sharp,
Hair raisng like wooden stalks pointed with death at their tip
Do i want to be here within this fractious crowd?
Scared to go to sleep,scared to be awake,
Panic within need to run and be alone,
(A tired voice whispers)
It was 3 years ago that I first saw it in my long mirror.
A black dog watching in the shadows.
Then 6 months later, in full view but at a distance. Watching.
Now four years later, it's my best friend.
He follows me everywhere. Sleeps beside me, and lately I can hear him talking.
Talking about my father and about his end.
I went to see Old Shala, and she read my aura and said I was being stalked by a Lylak.
She asked if I had lost anyone. I said my wife, and she said depression had opened a portal, and it had gotten closer and closer.
So with her permission we had a ceremony. Candles, incantations, and incense.
Looking in her long mirror, I sensed and watched my only friend leave my side with sad heavy eyes, and slowly move away to the shadows.
When it was in the shadows, the mirror was suddenly broken, trapping it, and another thing happened, which I cannot say to this day.
I paid and left.
Now back alone.
I still see its red eyes in the dark.
Everywhere in my now empty home
Shall I call it out?
That old friend of mine or ring up my real friends?
(C) Copyright John Duffy
This poem is about:
Grief after losing a spouse.
Depression becoming identity.
The danger of romanticizing pain.
The loneliness that follows healing.
It does not glorify the darkness—it shows how seductive and persistent it can be.
The voice is reflective, aware, and conflicted. That self-awareness is what separates this from despair and turns it into literature.
For depression doesn’t vanish cleanly. Even after treatment or ritual:
Traces remain.
Fear of relapse lingers.
Familiar pain still “looks back” at you.
If you're feeling depressed, talk to someone. It will make all the difference. Try never to face anything alone. Salute.
"Heeling Mephistopheles"
murdering crows
flies in on the bow
of a Stradivarius
strange webs cleared
from the mind of
Machiavellian insolence
insisting life written
by dancing fingers
pressing monochrome
due diligence for justice
wrapped in blankets of
cloudy deliverance
tack a piercing
bittersweet
entendre
all the ebony wiles
imprinting jewels
for stringing
persuasive
shiny
stratagems
become ivory pearls
tingling vanilla dalliances
crisp and clean cut
new teeth
for gripping
dark contra
bones from corsets
broken and scattered
for ancient tomes
maestro buttons
for plucking
songs home
sharp pleats
skirting over
what’s buried beneath
floorboards
fathoms deep
waiting for its feed
words slip through
eye of needle, the threads
flowing cursives
through the cracks
osseous matter for a black dog
composed humming Bach
impromptu strokes
for hidden angles
offering tongue out
for words, to speak
angel notes
like legs running
across fresh sheets
bars raised ropes
concerto chords
like sails billowing
helm held hard
fast forward en route
encore
dark Mephistopheles
jibed
heeling
dark Mephistopheles
en route
encore
heeling
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
homonyms.
jibe
heeling
homophone.
bach
Mephistopheles.
Stradivarius.
Bach.
Machiavellian.
The stock of the rifle is hand-selected walnut.
I polish it with a soft cloth and occasionally
use linseed oil.
I dust a porcelain lady
twice a week. She does not need my attention,
but I give it.
My Nikon needs to be taken out of its case,
otherwise it may turn into a
a blank memory.
At least once a fortnight.
I pick up a quartz crystal and sigh;
the sigh does not mean anything
unless you think ‘sighs’ mean anything.
When the black dog returns,
I drive out at night
with no aim or destination.
The 'dog'
(my camouflaged depression),
must be driven somewhere,
and left on the side of a highway.
These things I do are tramlines,
a navigability that gets me back
to a place where I can write
with no bull attached -
no one likes a fake sun.
These inconsequential acts
are rituals, observances that maintain
the safe-side of my mind
while words eat words
in the dark.
Devastated at the news I've heard.
Totally shocked this is absurd
The passing of a Welsh legend
Proud to have served my butty friend.
He started his long career
As a proud Welsh infanteer
He then transferred to the Corps
His knowledge he used thats for sure
I first met taff in the Adriatic
In a place we all called FRY
Former Republic of Yugoslavia
For those that don't know why
Taff was known to do silly things
But one that comes to mind
Being pumped up a scam 12
Blind just leading the blind
He earned a commendation whilst in Afghanistan
As multiple commander he looked after every man
A real genuine gentle man who liked a practical joke
His favourite tipple was vodka and coke
The next verse is for you
Reading from above
I hope it hits a chord baloo
Also for those that you love
Gwneud hyn yn Gymraeg i chi er fy mod i'n teimlo'n las eich calon oedd calon y ddraig Gymreig chwedl a pharagon
Doing this in welsh for you
even though i'm feeling blue
your heart was that of the welsh dragon
a legend and a paragon
I apologize now if my grammar is wrong
Like butty would say you f*****g mong
When you served you were a "RELAY"
Not one if gods chosen what can I say
The black dog was on his shoulder
I know It's a crap place to be
I'm gutted brother soldier
You didn't shout out to me
My condolences to the family
The brotherhood does feel your pain
R.I.P Brother Mark Langley
Until we meet again
So save all of us a seat at the bar.
With Tony, Mac, Ange, to name but a few.
You have left behind your family and friends
We all miss you!!!!
Black Dog
Johnny was a quiet boy:
He lived by Rangar Wood.
Johnny’s mother loved him,
As all good Mother’s should.
Black dog what’s you purpose?
Just to howl at the moon?
To harass poor little Johnny;
Who’s time has come to soon.
Johnny had a Motor-bike,
And a helmet colored red.
He raced with all his buddies
Till Johnny turned up dead.
Black dog what’s your purpose?
Are you only here to fight?
To take away our Johnny;
In the stillness of the night?
He hit a patch of gravel,
Going quickly round a curve.
There wasn’t time to jump;
And there wasn’t time to swerve.
Black dog what’s your purpose?
Johnny’s just begun his life.
He left a crying Mother,
And a devastated wife.
"Keep it between the ditches".
Is what the people say.
To flying boys on Motorbikes;
Before they go away.
Black dog what’s your purpose?
When fine young people die?
They bleed-out on the highways,
While their loved ones cry.
He was prone to falling into his own shadow.
Sunlight beat upon his sheltering mind
forcing him to flee deeper into a phantom night
that lived like an unspoken secret in daylight.
When the 'black dogs' teeth bit it always seemed very sorry.
It hung its head and walked by his side ashamed and contrite
yet the bite festered for days anyway
until the shadow died from its own pitiful death.
Depression is not a thing, not even a cloud.
It’s a wish to be a better failure. a stronger hypocrite.
Of course most will never admit this
and that is why that black dog will be your friend for life.
I just want to hurt myself
I just don't know why
My family's my world
Now I need to cry
This is so really bizarre
Feel like driving a car
I can't do that I've had a drink
Am I really on the brink
Its a dark place I'm sat in
Switch on the light
Let my life begin
I'm ready to fight
I've had a good day
and beaten the thoughts
Happy with all of my cohorts
But now it is night
the bad thoughts are strong
Trying to convince I dont belong
What is going on in my brain
I know I'm not really insane
A bit confused at this time
Fight it now get in line
Its really hard I must confess
My head says one thing
My heart says the rest
I need sleep that's for sure
Tomorows the day I find a cure
After a little sleep I do wake cranky oh for goodness sake
The same feelings are in my head
Remain positive the counsellers said
A new day begins so does grounding
I'm so down need to look at my surroundings
Listening to the chirps of the birds
Telling me not to be so absurd
Feeling the wind upon my face
I'm a member of the human race
The smells around me are so sweet
Brings me back too my feet
Take today as a new beginning
The new chapter of me winning
Black dog still sits on my shoulder
But hey I'm another day older