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A lively time it was in Heaven
Amid a clear and cloudless sky
The sound of music filled air
As angels sang and heavenly bells chimed
Praise and worship to Him they sang
For He alone is holy
Moses shook his silvery head
As he listened to the praise and glory
Peter and John hummed a tune
They wrote while in prison
Cherubims giggled as they listened
To the olden tunes sung in Heaven
Cymbals clashed trumpets blast
Flutes and lyres rippled too
Solomon strummed his harpsichord
creating a medley of rythm and blues
I sat and watched I nodded my head
Stamped my feet and clapped my hands
Then a voice in reverent tones called out
Prostrate yourselves my children
Here comes the great I AM.
When peace reigned
In the year 1334 or so
the residents in Alhambra thought Catholic
chimed too early on Sundays
at the time, Granada was ruled by, The Muslims that went along fine with the Christians, who were good farmers and makers of wine
Not to forget, the Jewish population ( people of the book) kept the pecuniary in shape
it was agreed that the bells should not ring before seven, but the beautiful gardens behind tall walls
must be watered at five in the morning.
It was a peaceful time, but nothing in human history lasts forever; the Church of Rome had ambition, Muslims fled, and the Jews went into exile in Portugal and were shattered around the towns and villages and became a part of the
general population
I Know You
A friend read a book.
Something that I had written.
When?
Hard to say…
About?
Really did not matter.
The key…
“I know all about you now.”
She chimed with all serious intent.
As if she had won a prize or a contest?
I stood very still, while inside;
the poet laughed lightly, (if somewhat hysterically)
the dancer, moved with two left feet,
the writer used the backspace,
for a whole paragraph…
the painter spilled a gallon of enamel,
the color rainbow and sparkle hue.
The sword master pulled a dagger,
too small to craft into a pen…
A princess in the park,
a clown, a hero and even a villain
felt ever so slightly unmasked.
Then just as suddenly overcome,
All of the above rolled as one on the floor.
One mirror, one page, one image or three?
You only know a very small part…
of me.
Foundation.
I took some flowers to the cemetery and saw a man in deep conversation
And wondered what he might be saying?
Love of a lifetime at Lafayette
(A lone voice whispers)
I once ran for a rare taste of true love
Ran like a school boy
As God smiled from high above
And when now I think back
Now that I'm old
Thinking of all
Those times we shared together
Sheltered from the cold
Times
Which heralded such great poetic rhymes
Like the sounds of our baby's small favourite toys
Which danced around and chimed
When found
I'll always remember you
Gabrielle
Dressed in red and blue
In my dreams
While I dream in
The Great-In between
My one and only queen
The most beautiful woman I've ever seen
Who once loved me
For a short while
In my life
The one who showed me kindness and grace within a single look
Whenever I felt strife cut deep
With its sharp knife
And needed Jesus's good luck
I still see your beautiful face
You know
Laying on our bed on my right
Before you disappeared
Like a moth
Into the night
And I'll always love you
Whenever I remember
The one who appeared
To love and console me
Once in November
On the greatest day of my life when we got married
And I finally surrendered
Goodnight my love
My still shining light
Who always keeps me centred
(C) Copyright John Duffy
Male gnomes are known for their tailoring and sewing skills.
They live in roots of oak and pine trees at the bottom of the hills.
People make appointments and they fashion them into suits.
They dress giants, gargoyles green goblins and galoots.
Female gnomes are known for the entertaining prowess.
How can we explain this? Please forgive but allow us…
They visit each other’s houses and laugh about the dust.
None of them like to cook or clean, their stoves all go to rust.
I want to be a gnome! I said.
My daughters chimed in “yes!”
But a female gnome of course.
Their life would suit us best.
Through unfinished steps the Son of God goes
towards chimed glory;love has set His seal.
An endeavor abreast paternal grows,
blindly bestows complete fervour, and zeal.
Bequeathing sun streamed through the blinds and drenched
the thirsty through His breath rite of baptism.
Flourished such love, such rapture, its strings quenched
closely weaved, which thus balance and holism.
Archangel had come down dressed in daylight,
folded wings, ethereal grace, and smile,
wisps of gold sunlight, and full moon twilight
immersed in steal life leaded-stained glass tile.
Boundless mercy of God; His arms around,
to all inherit white rose garden ground.
3/1/2018
Mixed Marriage
By Franklin Price
03/01/2022
She was Catholic, I a Baptist, when we met and fell in love.
Jesus Christ was watching, from his vantage point above
He knew we both believed in him, believed he saved us from our sin,
That he died upon the cross for us, it was the best place to begin.
We both had Christian morals, though we'd slipped a time or two
He whispered softly, in our ears, “This is the only one for you”
We both had been in marriages, that were less than blessed by God.
Knowing we were soul mates, he gave our wedding vows the nod.
The Holy Spirit, chimed right in, “I'll help you out along along the way”
The Father, Son and Holy Ghost, all shook our hands that day.
More than fifty years have gone. My true love has passed along
Neither one of us converted, to sing the other's Christian song.
She's still Catholic, I a Baptist, we did not risk our Christian love
She and Jesus Christ are watching, from their vantage point above.
If there's a lesson to be learned here, it's that true love conquers all
We will be together, once again, Christ already made that call.
Restless ghostly night,
whilst full moon hangs bright
drench in yellow with fright.
The hour of All Hallow's Eve
has chimed like a venal thieve;
all in wild frenzy they leave.
A shrill whistle in the distance
behest by spirits persistence
and wicked witches on broom assistance.
Those brave to be out in the dark,
stumble in their steps they mark,
as lanterns in trembling fingers spark.
Twilight soul into burnt cinder
shadows and ghost linger,
as cowering frightened dogs whimper.
Luminously yellow eyes blaze,
of the alluring vampire's gaze,
in the dark a hypnotic maze.
Goblins, gnomes, and black fairies
dance around blood-red berries;
a chilling ritual mummeries.
Standing in the moonlight there,
a few feet from toadstools; a pixie pair,
merry tricksters everywhere.
Waxen daylight creeps across the sky,
arise a yawn from sneaking dawn nigh.
Gone, in a wink All Hallow's Eve cunning and sly
10/25/2021
Children Story
Pursuing peace and prosperity passionately
When the clock chimed seven to eleven
Earnestly emerging elegance into everlasting effulgence
When we experienced our earthly heaven
Oh so enduringly and oh so endearingly
Aimlessly acknowledging the amazing anxieties and admiring them from afar
My uncanny ways took it too far…
Like a ever-glowing shooting star…
Like an incurable scar is who we are…
When the clock chimed 3 in the dark morning
When the clock chimed 3, all were mourning
When the clock chimed 3, we were forlorning
Contemplating once more…
My darling dove from up above...
I adore this aching, breaking, overbearing and ensnaring heart of horrendous, harmless love
Remembrance of radiance rapidly remains my remedy of the highest of reverence
When the clock chimed 4, I prayed for deliverance - oh, it was rather intense
Meditating mindlessly and merrily while in slumber serenely and shamelessly…
You prey upon me pangs of pitiful poverty
Underestimated again and again and again
Never truly understanding where you've been
When the clock chimed 5, you weren't home
Where did you roam? Tell me, where did you roam?
The rest is left unknown…
I am all alone,
On my own…
When it struck 6 6 times, I desperately need a fix...
When the clock chimed 6
When the clock chimed 6,
I wandered around, throwing stones and sticks
I tried to find you, but you were nowhere to be found, so I built a house for you made from bones and bricks
When the clock chimed 6
When the clock chimed 6
When it struck 7...beyond 10 or 11...at least I'm no longer a 6...
On my own…
I am all alone -
Where have you gone?
Death is lingering at my doorstep of desirable dread
Left in the scorching morning sun at 7 AM instead
Life is on the other side of the barbed-wire fence
Life is fading...disappearing...vanishing...listening to Evanescence…seeking depression's deliverance if that makes sense...
Just to feel like I belong in a sense…in childlike innocence...just to feel fulfilled in this worthless-like existence…
the choir chimed in
a chorus of rebuke
or stones we'd hurl
abusing the adulteress's skin
shoot your pocket rocks
passing judgment comes down
like diluvial rains splashing
gory-red upon your frocks
it was to be...
her luggage, some water-jars
Samaritan's soles cooked &
cured by partiality &
cancel culture, burying stars
Desert Rose Parchment Gazette
circulated the dame's tragedies
watering-hole purists rebuffed her
like Hester of Scarlet
it was to be...
but five (4+1) days late
the state of death
arose, rank and proud
with results beyond debate
Brother Lazarus' fate sealed
in the tacit tombs
there for the world
and his women appealed
none was to be
ne'er was to be
Oh, Creator of Earth,
& Heavens outweighs the
chains of men's destinies
enters seas of dearth
that i should gain
Your cherubic fiddling surceased:
extemporizing treatises in sands
divining springs quenching pain
How impossibly the author
of Tomorrow and hero
of souls and spine
of faith, the purveyor
of Paradise and mercy
of the made, despoils
death's feats & fervor.
Selah. Let it be.