Long Gatekeeper Poems
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Through the Golden Gate we march, We Sons Of Thunder
to Rise and See Lifes Illusions Crumble,
Sacred Swords and Spears we Wield into the Valleys Of Jerusalem
Ankh in hand, Halos and Solar Diadems
We cross the Threshold , Trodding in Grace
and Ride Upwards towards the Seventh Gate,
and proceed passed the Gatekeeper of Ancient Wisdom
and Vanquish the Perils from False Religions,
Inward we go Into the Temples Of Light
where Cathedrals of Infinity Shine Bright,
and Bonfires Blaze where we reap Flames from Eternity
Holding High the Sacred Lantern of Destiny,
we Trudge Onward and reach the Summit of Israel
and Stake Claim to the Powers of the Holy Grail
Hakim. The Gatekeeper from Esagila.
(A lone voice whispers)
In ancient Babylon,
I once stood alone and mixed fire
Iron and clay
All day
Creating a spell
To entice my only light to come my way
Sent merchandise of gold and silver
To her,
The Pythoness of Endor
Hidden in dark woods
Over the deepest of rivers
Bundles of finest fresh linens and purple silk
To satisfy her and her ilk
Citron wood and every kind of object
I could ever find
Made of white ivory and black marble
Whenever I could
No matter the expense
Incense sticks
And scented Egyptian
Candlesticks
Made of expensive Frankincense
Delicious crates of red wine
Bamboo baskets filled with white flour and yellow wheat
Fields of fat cattle and herds of baying sheep
Priceless trained horses and golden inlaid chariots
New slaves of broken souls
Lascivious ladies and ravenous men
To do her bidding
Even acts of depravity
Linked to the forbidden
For the fruit of my soul
And to be joined to her again
A bright light
I once saw
On a seemingly endless night
But in the year 323
When my leader
Alexander the Great
At only 32
Died and was eternally set free
In the opulent palace of Nebuchadnezzar
She
The Lady of the Wild Woods
The Pythoness of Endor
Cursed me to chase her
Forever
The Queen
I once conjured by fire
Iron and clay
So today
In the 21st century
Her I still chase
Since eternal life
Is now my only penitentiary
My only great living version
Of Babylon of Old
When I desired to sire
A queen, I once met
Dancing
The Raqs Sharqi
So fiercely
That her raw beauty
I can never forget
Adorned in soft crimson and glittering purple linen
Clad in silver
Wearing gold and shining diamond stone earrings
Reborn into the likes of
Badiaa Masabni
It's why I still chase her
If I could confess
For underneath
Beneath all things linked to trying to achieve immortal strength
It's why now
To seek her out
Once more
I always choose to break free
From the external grip
Of The Valley of Death
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
I'd bloomed from the warm glow in his eyes.
He had been my sunlight when darkness loomed.
His arms protected me, for he was my safe haven,
but too soon, the light faded from his hazel eyes,
and his voice, a gasp when drawing a breath.
His life was pilfered by Death, the morbid thief.
Stolen from us were Utopian days of splendor.
The painful loss is a burden I must endure,
uncertain of how I will face tomorrow alone.
I wept in silence until the bronzed edge of twilight
chased prisms of light from pastel skies.
A shroud of gloom veiled the wound in my heart
as I felt the gatekeeper gently touch my arm.
Layers of cold black earth now separated us.
I still held the red rose I'd brought for his coffin.
Streaks of tears washed blush from my cheeks,
while I shivered in fear without his hand to hold.
I was years older since morning had dawned,
wilting like the spray of lilies, heads drooping.
They were withered and dying, their beauty lost.
Once vibrant and sweet, their fragrance fading,
they lie on a grave for which they were grown.
On alabaster marble, my finger traced his name,
wishing love's affliction could somehow be rescinded.
I was at the impasse where life and death collide.
I stood, but left my crushed red rose on the chair,
for unable was I to whisper 'goodbye.'
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POTD 23 Mar 2024
THE PATH WELL TRAVELLED.
Two paths diverged, and I was thrown by doubts I had never known
To my left, thickly overgrown, was a path to dismal dimness prone.
To my right, a lovely sight-fragrant flora flamed in light
Forms so graceful, beauty rare, a wonderous vision beyond compare.
Both seduced with equal right, torn was I between dark and light.
Resisting limits of time and sight, a liminal border of cosmic might.
Hesitancy rapt with fear and doubt, the pondering heart beat aloud.
Tempting was the path so grand, but instinct cautioned of a treacherous hand.
A feathery touch, a breeze stirred, and in its sigh, a voice I heard.
Was it Hecate who whispered?
"Take heed. Beware, for each path leads to a different lair."
Crystal clarity knew what I must do, and with a heart filled with valour true,
Joyously, I strode wild and free down the well-trodden path ahead of me.
The leaves, like frisking lovers, played as I embarked my chosen way.
Future paths ~ So many dreams ~ Each a thread in life's grand scheme.
Though true discovery lay in paths, I'd roam ~
The one well travelled always led back Home.
By Maria Williams ©
Greeks worshipped Hecate as a guardian and gatekeeper who could ward off evil forces. She is often represented carrying a torch and a key and standing on the liminal border between one place and another. She bears three heads and always has a dog by her side.
Inspired by Robert Frost's 'The Road Not Taken', I chose to write an alternative version.
'The Road Not Taken' is one of Robert Frost's most famous poems. It's natural and understandable that many readers take the poem to be Frost's statement of individualism as a poet: he will take 'the road less travelled'.
The metaphor of the road is one that immediately evokes a journey, not just of the local or day-to-day kind, but of the life-defining sort: life as a journey, with many roads which we must travel along, and with many alternative paths which we must choose between.
POTD 23 March 2024
Sheila, Lilac Princess of the Owl kingdom took another look behind
Hegmond had his wingspan out, but the scroll was still intact and shined.
The crisp moonlight gave tiny glimpses of snowflakes on the path.
Helga Hegmond’s mate stood guard in the tree of the common wrath.
Keep going her heart wings said; her soul was helping her in her escape.
She felt invincible in her mother’s gloves, gown, and loving lilac cape.
You have come so far; you are almost there the spirit angels told her sound.
She heard a noise, felt it must be him, but dared not turn around.
Fleet of foot, she began to run down the path to the gatekeeper’s lair.
Helga stayed back to fly into her abuser’s face but Hegmond was there.
Her heart beat widely in her chest. She thought she would burst in norse.
The gatekeeper ushered her in and stared, knowing her mother of course.
You are safe here my child he told her. You may relax. No one can get you.
Curled up on a lounging couch and fell fast asleep. Her feelings no longer blue.
Helga and Hegmond threw invisible pixie dust around the gatekeeper’s lair.
John Smith, her abuser no longer remembered her, no longer aware.
Alternative hell with its multi headed gatekeeper so tall
Is a secret most do not dare whisper or speak of at all
We have nightmares about being torn up by the li-dragon.
Whose fierceness is like being torn by dogs with tails not wagg’n.
Alternative hell is for people who did not know they were bad.
Who were ignorant and silly, and hurt people daily, making them sad.
The ones who did not murder or rape or hurt children or kill.
But the ones who have to be taught a lesson, a talent, or a better skill.
Li-dragon stands at the gate, making sure the murderers don’t get in.
Have their own place, where they will no longer smirk, smile or grin.
Alternative is for those who impulsively throw out mean kind of words.
Who show their ignorance of other’s feelings, masters of the absurd.
We once saw the Li-dragon tear a soul up and spit it down the hill.
Did not know it could be done, but that soul was almost a kill.
The Li-dragon cannot be fooled, cajoled, reasoned with or joked with.
If you think this is possible, you had best run off, forthwith.
Sue wrote a song, thought she had a hit
I could relate to its meaning and wit
It came from her heart but stayed unknown
A lovely tune that sank like a stone
Jeff wrote a memoir of true crime
Couldn't get anyone to read a line
He pitched it to Hollywood but stayed unknown
His urgent story sank like a stone.
He tried ads, even tried a book signing
I understood his frustration but got tired of his whining
I told him that many try, few make the big time
It's a dog-eat-dog world and turns on a dime.
(chorus)
You overcome hurdles but it gets steeper and steeper
Then you're turned back by a gatekeeper.
You stand in the square with a megaphone—
The crowds split around you like a stream round a stone.
Millie had a personality like a witch
she wrote a rap song about killing the rich.
It was a hit, yuppies loved the rebel tone
Sue and Jeff's hearts sank like a stone.
Millie was the star, Millie was the rage
a commentary on our tasteless age
She rose like a comet, come and gone
Self-destructed, and sank like a stone
So have a day job, where you can climb
Don't sleep on a friend's couch, don't waste our time
Know with the crowds, you are still alone
And be prepared to sink like a stone.
And don't stream your meltdown from your phone.
A dark road crash, a near death changed my fate
And as my life was ending, I found my faith
Found my faith
My life a failure, asked the Divine why?
Oh, always the dreamer, seeking a blue sky
Seeking a blue sky
Now, perhaps a shadow, a ghost with a veil
Walking with death, to heaven sail
To heaven sail
Oh, it's never too late,
Oh, is there a second chance God?
I am not ready to leave my soul
To leave my soul
The sunshine has faded, and I just stargaze
My strength is leaving, I am scared and alone
Yet, I feel the Divine, shining his golden ray
Deep inside me I weep, "like a black cat moan"
What is my destination? (oh, let it be up)
Let me write my name, in the sand, perhaps
In the sand perhaps
Here comes Saint Peter the gatekeeper, I must awake
He will deliver my fate, oh there can be no mistake
Oh there can be no mistake
God it's not too late
Oh, my faith is my fate
In this limbo, I wait
In this limbo, I wait
The sunshine has faded, and I just stargaze
My strength is leaving, I am scared and alone
Yet, I feel the Divine, shining his golden ray
Deep inside me I weep, "like a black cat moan"
The sunshine has faded, and I just stargaze
My strength is leaving, I am scared and alone
Yet, I feel the Divine, shining his golden ray
Deep inside me I weep, "like a black cat moan"
Moaning like a black cat
Oh yeah
Oh
Yeah
The sunshine has faded, and I just stargaze
My strength is leaving, I am scared and alone
Yet, I feel the Divine, shining his golden ray
Deep inside me I weep, "like a black cat moan"
The sunshine has faded, and I just stargaze
My strength is leaving, I am scared and alone
Yet, I feel the Divine, shining his golden ray
Deep inside me I weep, "like a black cat moan"
Oh, I wait, like a black cat sigh
Then, I feel the Divine shine his rays on me
And the gate of heaven opens wide
The Good Shepherd
Christ is the True Shepherd
JN 10:1-18
"Amen, amen, I say to you, whoever does not enter a sheepfold through the gate but climbs over elsewhere is a thief and a robber.
But whoever enters through the gate is the shepherd of the sheep. The gatekeeper opens it for him, and the sheep hear his voice, as he calls his own sheep by name and leads them out.
When he has driven out all his own, he walks ahead of them, and the sheep follow him, because they recognize his voice.
But they will not follow a stranger; they will run away from him, because they do not recognize the voice of strangers."
So Jesus said again, "Amen, amen, I say to you, I am the gate for the sheep. All who came (before me) are thieves and robbers, but the sheep did not listen to them. I am the gate.
Whoever enters through me will be saved, and will come in and go out and find pasture.
A thief comes only to steal and slaughter and destroy; I came so that they might have life and have it more abundantly.
I am the good shepherd. A good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep.
A hired man, who is not a shepherd and whose sheep are not his own, sees a wolf coming and leaves the sheep and runs away, and the wolf catches and scatters them.
This is because he works for pay and has no concern for the sheep.
I am the good shepherd, and I know mine and mine know me, just as the Father knows me and I know the Father; and I will lay down my life for the sheep. I have other sheep that do not belong to this fold.
These also I must lead, and they will hear my voice, and there will be one flock, one shepherd.
This is why the Father loves me, because I lay down my life in order to take it up again. No one takes it from me, but I lay it down on my own.
I have power to lay it down, and power to take it up again. This command I have received from my Father." (Taken from JN 10:1-5, 7-18)
The Unjust Steward
As I was approaching the main door
everything was dark no sign of light
this all looks suspicious to me
thinking to myself this doesn't look right
Then a voice speaks darkly aloud
come into eternal darkness all around
but I say there must be some mistake
this isn't where I should be found
The voice speaks asking why not?
I say I have believed in the Lord
Jesus Christ himself has saved me
putting all my sins to the sword
The Lord died as my substitute
shed His precious blood just for me
gifted me His imputed righteousness
forgiving me all my iniquities you see
Jesus has made me heavenly fit
to dwell with Him to be free
so now let's get on higher plane
bound with the saints all to agree
So make sure you're on the highway
for home's above not down there
we don't belong to the dark road
only with Jesus bright and fair
(this is based on a story of being sent to the Gates of Hell by mistake so Convince the gatekeeper you shouldn't be there)