Long Guided Poems
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I made a nurturing nest for them to grow up secure
Kept it warm in the days of frost and chill of winter
No blasting blizzard could ever blow them away
For I kept them in the protected fold of my wings.
They attained the adulthood with my love and care
As father I guided them to face life in their chosen way
Imbibed in them the passion to foster kindness in soul
The process built the edifice of parental performance.
The effort lasted till the time when they all flew away
Turning the threads of bond into strands of memory
I keep the few feathers they left for me as a treasure
In residual time I weave tapestry of accomplishment.
A forlorn traveler traversing the last mile in twilight
Look back pensively at the deserted nest in debris
But I’m proud that they’re what I wanted them to be
Content birds of free will soaring high in another sky.
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May 20, 2022
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A single ray shone light through a knothole and anchored his thoughts
At daybreak for the spider-web’s shadow enlightened the beach hut
Tim had lived in a mansion but hardship had unburdened his soul
He was happy because the sun had risen once more over the waves
Time for reflection prayer morning and gratitude in solemn meditation
Nature had given him sight while thick lenses made up for short vision
A glimpse in the day of a sea faring poet
Like driftwood he floated in his quiet mind
Mist ascended as he cleared misgivings and screaming resentments
A ship’s foghorn reminded him that he was able to hear and to listen
It seemed only yesteryear that he had crafted an old-fashioned ear trumpet
From a magnificent sea shell gently covered in iridescent mother of pearl
He paid attention to his small surroundings enchanted by sounds of the tide
An inner world of contemplation followed the shore line straight to his soul
A silent reminder for a washed away scribe
Like whispering chants of today and tomorrow
He licked his lips and tasted salt and the voyage towards freedom
Embraced sea weed small pebbles and fragments of innocent time
Finely ground sand caressed his foundations and rooted his passion
Balanced roots of adventure with a medley of fragrance’s scent
Sea gulls guided his awakening in his modest harmony’s shelter
In his heart he touched a dolphin roaming the cusp of his being
Tim could be whatever he wanted as long acquiescing
Auspicious thankfulness to tame misguided intemperance
Content with what once had been and was and might be or not
He stepped outside into a realm of lightness and nourishment
Gathered what the ocean offered and collected tinder and planks
Wreckage from riding the crest too ambitiously and close to the wind
Kindling was generous and kind to him on this fine passionate morning
And fire burst into life crackled surged and sputtered and never went out
He had vowed to live on terms of beginnings and ends
Until night would fall for eternity and one final breath
22nd July 2019
Verse 1
We were barefoot kids in the ‘Bama heat
Chasing fireflies through the summer wheat
She laughed like a song, wild and free
Holding that jar like it held a dream
I'd watch her glow in that golden hour
And wonder if she knew her power
Pre-Chorus
Even back then, I just knew
Some kind of light was pulling me through
Chorus
From fireflies to neon lights and everything between
I’ve been chasing stages, chasing what it means
To turn a song into a prayer, a moment into gold
And every time I rise, she’s the hand I’m gonna hold
From fireflies to neon…
She’s always been the spark behind the dream
Verse 2
Now it’s bright marquees and a midnight crowd
A thousand hearts singing every sound
The rush is real, and I love this life
And seeing her there, it all feels right
She’s been in every line I wrote
The melody inside my soul
Pre-Chorus
And somewhere along the way I found
She never left — she’s still around
Chorus
From fireflies to neon lights and everything between
I’ve been chasing stages, chasing what it means
To turn a song into a prayer, a moment into gold
And every time I rise, she’s the hand I’m gonna hold
From fireflies to neon…
She’s always been the spark behind the dream
Bridge
She’s the glow when the curtain falls
When the streets go quiet and the silence calls
Through every city, every melody
She’s the light that’s always guided me
Final Chorus
From fireflies to neon lights and everything between
She’s the reason I kept going, the heart behind the scene
Yeah, the crowd may cheer, and the signs still shine
But when the night is done, she’s what’s mine
From fireflies to neon…
She’s always been the spark behind the dream
Outro
Yeah, when the town shuts down…
She’s still the light that leads me home
When I ask my Creator to lead me along paths of light, I find that great difference where loneliness tried to keep me on its side, and thanks to His grace, He guided me to places where the hallmark is belief and happiness in abundance. It is remembered that some friends were going to see the princesses of the place, and one day I accompanied them, finding that light in the most beautiful gaze that has ever come into my life, giving way for my heart to hasten and thus not let you go from my side, forming such a blessed couple that when we go to prisons and dark places, the light of our Creator always takes effect in new hearts. Happy holy days!!!!!!
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Write on!
'Tis said that music be the food of love
Then poetry is surely love's hors d'ouvre
The poet's hand is guided from above
And writes of earthly passion with such verve.
Is poetry perchance love's melody?
For rhyme and music both so please the ear
They complement each other splendidly
Proclaiming what all lover's long to hear.
Hark the opera singer's soaring voice
The passion in their song so loud and clear
Then for the poet, let us all rejoice
For without words, there'd be no song to hear.
Thus poetry and music are as one
Romantic poets everywhere: write on!
15th January 2021
Keep on believing
Keep on receiving
His blessings from above
Even through the hardest times
He guided us he will make us whole. Hold on to his promises
Dont loose faith
God works together for the good of thoose who love him
He gives strength to thoose that wait.
When we feel broken he will heal
He knows out situation and understands how we feel.
No matter what others say God is real
His miracles still happen today healing still happens today
God knows what things we are going through
Keep holding on to his promises
Knowing what ever our situation he will carry us through Amen
Could Not Break My Spirit
Running alone in a crowded world, I lived my life in solitude. Some dreams came true in unexpected ways. Often, I thought I’d found my true calling, yet reality unfolded differently. I existed in the sheltered confines of my truth—the road, the pain, the silent games of survival in a sometimes-hateful America. Disappointment etched on faces, three years to secure a decent job, odds and ends to make ends meet.
I recall an agency assignment: a two-year-old toddler without ears. Her white parents handed a challenge and failed to change their ways. When lunchtime arrived, they said, “Step outside to eat; we’re Jewish.” I listened, smiled, and walked away, never to return.
Racism, pain, and low expectations—I vowed that no white person would feel what I felt that day. I quit the agency, guided by my grandfather’s wisdom. Sanity demanded distance from those who’d deny my humanity.
And so, I moved forward, my black hands never again touching that white baby. For I had lived
alone, seen it, and flushed it from my mind. In this world of bigots, I stood firm, resilient, and unyielding. A bigot, intolerant of differing beliefs, could not break my spirit.
With precious children you’ve been blessed.
You’ve guided them with loving care.
While helping them become their best,
your standards have been high, but fair.
You’ve breathed their names in every prayer.
Your eighteen-year-old, college-bound,
is packed; a distant dorm room waits.
She says she’s ready, but you’ve found
you’re NOT. Emotion permeates
your being; your resolve, abates.
Now like a fledgling on the wing,
she’ll take her flight and find her way.
Embrace once more. Release; don’t cling!
Your love and pride in her convey.
Then—you must let her walk away!
November 23, 2021
entered in the "W" New Poem Poetry Contest placed 3rd
Sponsor: Constance LaFrance
Whispers of Lord of the Khemenu
(A lone voice whispers)
Beyond what tired minds pass by as memories, fires, and embers fade.
Beyond what the missing say, while fluted pipes play.
As in deep waters you wade as life slowly fades and Mother Darkness calls your way.
Just look for the magic while your resolve holds as everything unfolds.
And try to empty the cold and all it tries to remold.
(C) Copyright John Duffy
A poem portraying a spiritual crossing through grief and dissolution, guided by ancient wisdom, urging the soul to seek meaning and release despair before it reshapes who they become.
The husband and father needed today,
Guided by the Pillar of Fire by night, and Cloud by day.
His Chief Shepherd the Lord, provider of house and home.
He knows with God, he’s not alone.
Eager to work beyond his pay,
his family his fuel, throughout the day.
He rises early, back to the sun,
When everyone’s resting, his works not done.
Brings home the kill, goes back for more,
kissing his queen before leaving his door.
He is the brain behind the helm,
braves the storms of life, and overwhelm.
Herds the cattle, whether beast or men,
His house and family to defend.
Gives only his queen his precious seed,
His name and honor, seeks to breed.
Raises daughters of honor, boys to men,
His lady his loyal and faithful friend.
Looks to God alone, when his strength gives way,
Trusts only the Lord to save the day.
Brings mirth to his children, and joy to his wife,
For them he’d fight, and lay down his life.
The husband and father needed today,
Is men among men in every way.
Yet he is soft in heart as his arms are strong,
He is everything right amidst everything wrong.