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I booked a plane for New Zealand and headed out.
The instant the plane landed I saw a kangaroo to chase.
The other passengers were amused, but airport security wasn’t.
I was chased by the best of them, and dragged to a holding area.
There were other convicts here. We entertained each other.
For several hours – breaking out the bubbly, toasting and snorting.
There was some sleeping and breaking wind too.
It was a small place, but I made the best of it. As did the others.
Once released, my hotel room had been given away to others.
So I slept in the lobby until a gentle woman took my hand.
She led me out into the street and we drove around the island.
I have no idea what her name was, but we were instant friends.
We spent several days together, making jokes, shopping, laughing.
It did not get weird until she told me I looked like her missing daughter.
I crept out during the night and got back on a plane heading for home.
You can barely imagine my surprise when I woke up…..
And she was sitting in the seat next to me.
Hell is a place of eternal torture
With restlessness’ angst and despair-puncture
Sealing the faithless in their doomed future
Midst cruel hatred’s defiant gesture.
Hell is a prison of endless darkness
Where misery’s gloom prevails in blackness
Due to sufferings, despair, hopelessness
Leaving the convicts in their guilt’s fierceness.
Hell* is a cell of everlasting torment
Expressing death's wailing every moment
As sorrows, anguish, woe wildly lament
With constant gnashing of teeth engagement.
Hell is a dungeon where there’s no exit
And each one slides toward bottomless pit
Struggling to reach foot stool summit
Yet never to taste freedom’s air a bit.
Hell is lake of fire** where God’s wrath abides
Unreached by His mercy, while His grace hides
There, worms die not, with pleas’ screams at all sides
Along unheard prayers … deserving chides.
Hell awaits everyone who’s a sinner
Bearing “You’re forever condemned” banner
No one can flee from punishment runner
While Satan and cohorts serve cursed dinner.
Hell can be missed by trusting the great Lord
In placing faith in God upon His Word
He vanquished hell’s might with His divine sword
For those who are in Christ in sweet accord.
Hell is indeed closed to the redeemed soul
Assured by the Almighty's loving goal
Granting eternal life**, forever whole
Through Jesus Christ in His great Saviour's role.
*Luke16:23And in hell he lift up his eyes, being in torments...
**Revelation 20:14 - And death and hell were cast into the lake of fire. This is the second death. Revelation 21:8 - But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death.
***Romans 6:23 For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.
October 5, 2018
Edited on March 5, 2023
2nd place, "Hell" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 3/10/2023.
(A lone voice whispers)
Did no one tell you that true
Magic exists
Just hidden somewhere deep
In most societies
Sought after by convicts of the mundane
Profane addicts, who cry out in the mists
Whenever they're asleep
In pain
Some crying out for redemption or anything linked to temptation
But still, it subsists in so many obscure places
And upon so many new or old altars, does it reside
For when it comes out to tempt the eyes of the juggernaut
Known as The Great Metatron
To look
One of the most powerful archangels, and interdimensional scribes
To the Book of Life
It causes so many other emotions, to like atoms collide
In the deep-minds behind inquisitive eyes and faces
From all gender and races
As imagery
Emotions and engagement runs wide
For the Philosophers Stone
The Great Secret
Is simply this
There's an old piece of magic in us
All
But sometimes, it only chooses to come out in those it made to speak
After a mighty fall
Maybe like you
Too
A new poet who once heard the nightly call
And now speaks a sacred hidden language, that summons the craft of
Reconceptualizing the enchantment of the human experience
Through an incredible naming magical act
Breathing
Molding and weaving
Words into life
Like a pagan mage giving shape to energy
A molten flux to entertain the curious ones
Of any age
That needs something magical written in verse
As they turn one of your spiritual pages
To help save them from their own form of self-destruction
And maybe anything that still hurts
Before their last ride home
In Old Nicks black hearse
As you serve your new masters and mistress's
Of the magical vibrations known as, Poetry
By sharing your magic as it pleads to be dispersed
(C) Copyright John Duffy
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Fatima my best friend was a women of grit and courage
trekking and mountaineering were her hobbies
she was exact opposite of me
One late evening back from work she was left alone in bus
there were four male passengers besides her
all four of them together tried to assault her
she fought bravely with all strength she could muster
pushed three of them out of the bus
and somehow managed to jump out
Broken leg full of pain she still caught an auto and came back home
First to doctor, then to police station
She refused to rest
At the court room she asked for the convicts to be brought in front of her
Looking at their eyes she recounted all that happened shamelessly
Then she looked at judge and roared like a lioness
How can anybody prove attempt to rape tell me?
Is it not unfair to ask a rape victim to testify she was assaulted?
How can court expect her to remember it all when she was busy fighting for her life?
I have no evidence except my broken legs and pain and anguish
She fell down unconscious
.
Case was judged in her favour.
She was a strong women indeed
Down under continent
Down low is Australia
Australia the big island
Australia sixth largest continent
Country whose desert known as outback
Country who has the largest reef
Reef called the Great Barrier
Reef found off northeastern coast
Coast 35,877 kilometer of shoreline
Coast provides fun in the sun
Sun beats down on the desert
Sun is brightest in our winter
Winter offers some snow
Winter's are mild
Mild hop, hop of Kangaroos
Mild climbing of Koala
Koala live high in trees
Koala eat eucalypt leaves
Leaves favored blue, mansa, and swamp gum
Leaves are Koala's daily diet
Diet of Australian influenced by world
Diet consist of variety of foods
Food introduced from Ireland, Europe
Food from Italy, Greece and Asian new spices
Spices used in stir fry
Spices changed meat's taste
Taste of foods like rice, oranges, bananas
Taste of foods from all over the world
World influences shaped continent
World and Britian settled
Settled by Aborigines
Settled also by Britian
Britain sent convicts
Britian sent soldiers to New South Wales
Wales brassy, bold, stately and old
Wales sandy beaches, Jenolan Caves
Caves above ground
Caves in sea waters for adventure
Adventures in Abercrombie cave
Adventures in Tasmania
Tasmania mecca for adventure
Tasmania's mountainous terrain
Terrain for wild river raft
Terrain of sheer cliffs to climb
Climb the Great Dividing Range
Climb to new heights down under
Under sunny skies
Under skies so blue
Blue
Skies
Written: August 14, 2015
Influenced by Debbie Guzzie's contest..
First Blitz..Whoa!!
I am a rock hewn from the living soil
Shaped by the elements over time.
I sit upon a little hill seemingly inert
Yet I have a purpose for being on this earth.
To the weary I offer rest for a while
As they sit upon me at eventide
And stretch aching legs upon my rugged spine
Then set off on their way by and by.
Lovers words etched upon my brow
reflect images to passersby who dream
of precious moments and past loves
gone by.
Others bury treasures in the cleft of my chin
Sure of its safety beneath this silent one.
If I could talk what a tale I would spin
Of thieves and convicts … money and guns.
When the winds blow strong and the rains come down
Some find shelter beneath my arms crude shapes
made by erosion over eons of time.
Yes, I am a rock standing still, watching,
watching from the top of the hill.
A rock is what I am….what I’ll always be.
Not a bird or a tree…. a butterfly or a bee
I am exactly what you see.
Abiding breath convicts disciples, encouraging faith.
God’s Holy Spirit indwells all believers
revealing sin, righteousness and judgment.
"Vengeance is Mine," note what our Lord saith.
Grace, humility, integrity, joy, kindness, love
expose the true nature within a trusting person’s
heart and mind who wants to please his Savior.
Jesus promised to return as King from heaven above.
Man’s natural obedience prods quickening resident Spirit's
comfort, to forgive, to guide, and to dislose heaven’s secrets.
This should compel a Christian to share God’s truth
in sincerity, though some rebels refuse to hear it.
Truth - unveiling vitality with x-rays yielding zeal.
The Great Physician can read man's very soul
as does our all-knowing, all-powerful Father.
God recognizes which of His followers are real.
Godhead* Trinity
Almighty Father
Lord Jesus Christ Saviour Redeemer Messiah
Holy Spirit Teacher Counsellor Helper Guide
indeed omnipotent
righteously perfect
…l o v i n g me…
Redemption fulfilled
Father masterminded
Incarnated Son reached down from heaven
Holy Spirit convicts sinners for repentance
wondrously granting
everlasting l i f e
security assured.
Grateful worship
Faithful service
my heart’s response to God sovereign
trusting blessed Lamb and Holy Ghost
praising blissfully
humbly exalting
Sovereign Trinity.
Colossians 2:9 For in him (Christ) dwelleth all the fulness of the Godhead bodily.
January 11, 2021
2nd place, "Trinet" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 1/19/2021.
L'Empéreur s'amuse
(after Victor Hugo)
For the banished ones, of stubborn resistance,
France is far off. The tomb is near.
But don’t worry, Prince. Enjoy your existence.
In the Bois de Boulogne, chase deer,
chase women in the theatre. Rome’s burning incense
for you. The Tsar calls you “mon frère”.
Play on, sweet Prince. You have swans in Compiegne
and you have the wines of Bordeaux.
You seek novelty, amusement? Why then,
they’ll bring you fourchettes from Les Baux.
Swooning under your crown of grapes, tiens!
You’re something out of Caravaggio.
The convicts are building the lighthouse. Fine.
So ordered, by the King.
They’re casting bells on foundry lines.
In hellish heat, they’re suffering.
One day their light is going to shine.
Those bells are going to ring.
So dawdle, dally. Have your fun.
Put on your languid airs.
The thread of Fate’s already spun.
Who’s going to hear your prayers?
Who will save you? Where will you run,
when the people take what’s theirs?
Ive lived with stress... that I thought I could handle
I fought death… and lost the battle
I was so battered… but I kept up my resistance
And in my mission, each step toward the finish just...
increased the distance
This is why I begin to end this, fictitious existence
Every instant I lived, I’d been fenced in…
like convicts in prison - petitioning innocence
where is my childhood.. even in infancy
I had dreams of things I shouldn’t think-
money, abuse, and ways to eat cloud my memories
why me? I guess people just hated to like me
in spite of the bright things I tried to do for society!
I fell to the ground.... they stomped me down lower
Over and over… the same problems held my progress back slower
You don’t understand how it is when I get angry
The rage is remaining but there’s no one here to save me!
Tear-soaked flames run down my eye-sockets
But time stops it from unlocking
'cause pain will supposedly pass
pain is like strain- encaging me
enslaving me
please explain... why the insides of my brain refrain to be
restrained from insanity and pain
like rail track lanes for speeding trains
I need to be stopped...
I’ll never be free from this war...
Until death marries me, and life lets me divorce
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