Long Limbo Poems
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There is never an ending
to the spending
a world of paper
and plastic to collect
and horde
clothes
and cars
and homes
and jewelry
and fine wine
and paintings
stocks and bonds
vacations
and expectations
entire vocations
devoted to
disguising the numbers
the Caribbean masquerade
to volumes of recorded
purchases and voices
of invoices
making
discreet
choices
all
to extend
the accumulation
of dates
and names
places and faces
communications
and connections
at breakneck
speed
must fill the need
must fill the need
a shouting browbeating
broadband
handing over
fistfuls of cash
to make sure
make certain
only the best
the finest
the rarest
of air is not available
for
the underwater martyrs
the silent box dwellers
the empty bottle collectors
the wheelchair drifters
the SRO limbo sellers
the workers at
the bottom
of the
fast
food
chain
and the indigent gamblers
who line the halls
to knock on doors
of government departments
crippled by reckless
and corrupt state
administrations
choking the dwindling
sources
and resources
that have
nothing to do
but
count the days
and ways
to disappoint
disarm dismay
dispute the reputations
and applications
held in sweaty palms
eager
to begin living
to end the doubt
to end the not having
the counting of pennies
the slow heroin erosion
the unbroken hollowness
the whiskey-soaked
ravages of vacant histories
better-forgotten memories
of cold emergency rooms
to end being
in a world
apart
a world
of resentment
of fear and hate and anger
of dark empty streets
empty recriminations
empty promises
made to themselves
by themselves
harming themselves
or
arming themselves
to rob to steal
to maim
to take whatever they can
for as long as they can
to approximate
the wonder and magic
of having what you need
when you need it or want it
to not have to beg
to not have to humiliate
or be humiliated
to not have to watch
the ease of others
who have a casual
contempt for misfortune
and respect for nothing
but their own wealth
of deception
to breeze through
tall golden doors
to an unbroken string
of shiny bright todays
and tomorrows
to not have to
lunge for hope
and
never grasp it
in all ways
and forever
just out of
reach
So sweetly apathetic
You lie asleep
While I'm still crying in the next room
You haven't seen me in days
But I'm still here
I'll never leave, love
You wake so suddenly
It touches you again
The cold where I used to be
Someplace deep inside
A place we used to call home
But we burned it down
And it's out of our hands, love
Bitter words and angry hands
Crushes the hearts still gasping for love
But you still haven't seen me
Weeks now, it's been
I'd give anything to take it away
I'm so sorry, love
All I am, all I used to be
It can be yours
If you'd just let me die for you
I'm aching, you're my only purpose
My last proposal, my final sacrifice
Please, forgive me, love
I've been gone for so long
While you were only in the next room
But here I am, now, my precious
All that I am, all I'll ever be
Is yours
Just say I'm the one
The last you'll need, you'll want
The final chapter, the last step
Please, just tell me how much you love me
I'd fall to my knees and beg you to take me
If I thought you'd see me
I'd give anything and take everything
I'm your martyr, love
Give myself to the fire
If I thought it'd keep you warm
Please, see me
Please, discover I'm the only one
A desperate nothing without you
An empty shell without my heart
And it still hangs around your neck, my love
Apathetic empathy
So bitter-sweet to my ears
To hear you say you love me
No louder than an inaudible whisper
My screaming falls out into limbo
Wear the ring, take my soul
It's all to make you smile
Your happiness would be too much to ask
I'd settle for a glance
Just a notion, my one
I'm growing weak, I'm burning slowly
A million miles away, still you bring me closer to yesterday
I adore you
I haunt you
I'm the breath on your neck
As you try to fall asleep
You're my obsession
My only passion
My heaven and perdition
Oh, my love
If you could only see
If you would only hear
How I long for you to love me
If I had only known
If I could have only seen
My God! If only I could take it back
I wouldn't be here
Existing merely as the ghost of your memories
Trapped in pages
Never to reach the climax
Hear the end, find the revelation
You're my purgatory
I'd sell my soul
If I could only get it back from you
Just say yes
Say I'm real
Just turn a little more
Please, see me
Please, see me!
I know that I am dreaming
But I am Lucid and in control
I know this place well
And that is why it perturbs me
The departing sun manages to scrape its final rays over the hills to the north
Earth’s finest beach transitions seamlessly,
Into the blood red sky to the east and west
The limbo I feel is very temporary
A gust of salty sea breeze whistles through my lungs and snaps the senses
So I turn my gaze south, and I know why
The walk begins, without purpose, or so it always seems
My toes dig into the sand, a fleeting sensation of cool comfort
I cut my feet on the unseen, but not unfelt
The twinge of pain is fleeting, for I am approaching my friend
The soft moist sand renders control
This is the domain of the remorseless
I should have found what I was looking for by now
The water has become to deep, so retreat I must
Now comes a choice, which way must I follow the shore?
A short debate, because there is only one destination.
The route should be unfamiliar because I have never been to this particular expanse
I follow the slowly receding tide towards a piece of driftwood
My heart starts to race
Excitement and guilt wage war within me
I alter my course, backing from the sea again
The sea that has led me again, without falter
Back on the dry, warm sand I now have a clear view
So I take a seat, a front row ticket
To the highest rated and most polarizing production
Of my own sub-conscious
In front of me lies, breached, a baby shark
Not enough water to allow escape
But just enough to allow it to survive, for now
The dolphin’s fate rests with me, I am its final judgement
This is why I find myself here every so often
Playing the role of that which I so resent in my conscious
There is no debate
What the poor creature has done or not done
After a period of staring blankly at the suffocating animal
And watching the water slowly drain out of reach of its lungs
The time has come to choose
Life or Death
Neither makes me feel much of anything
I stand over what will become, if I let it, one of the kings of the sea
I stare into its cold, helpless eyes
But they are not cold and helpless
They are piercing and brilliant
Emerald green in the shadow, light amber in the light
They are that girls eyes
I had watched the lights close on those eyes once before.
(A lone old male voice whispers to his loyal dog)
She came at midnight
Last night
You know
As the fireflies outside in our winter garden
Glowed
In a red dress of moving red lips that whispered of new dreams
Knocking like a reborn Anne Rice
Lestat
At my heart's window
Pleading with my soul
To cross the threshold and be let in
But I the stone warrior
Whose dear love had already departed
Turned and walked back into the darkness of my loneliness
Broken-hearted
For when true love once calls
In your lifetime
And is then suddenly recalled like a severe blow
To the amygdala
All one can do
Is wallow in limbo
For true love is like the holiest of dreams
One of The Universe's best documentaries
Memories
Forged by Brigid to endure
To be kissed
And be revisited
Filled with lovers and even enemies
And consumed in any rare moment
Like expensive Hennessey
Bright white candlelights
Providing light
In a new darkness
And a holy flame to warm any soul
On any given night
As it clings on to memories of all the people you once loved
And all the things you used to do
To ride through and hold back any new storms
Or midnight visitors like that succubus last night
It's why I put my faith in true love and Jesus Christ
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Anne Rice Lestat:
A famous vampire in a novel by Anne Rice.
Amygdala:
Your amygdala is a small part of your brain, but it has a big job. It's a major processing center for emotions. It also links your emotions to many other brain abilities, also links your emotions to many other brain abilities, especially memories, learning and your senses.
Source: Google
Brigid:
She is associated with wisdom, poetry, healing, protection, smithing and domesticated animals.
Cormac's Glossary, written in the 9th century by Christian monks, says that Brigid was "the goddess whom poets adored" and that she had two sisters:
Brigid the healer and Brigid the smith.
This suggests she may have been a triple deity.
She is also thought to have some relation to the British Celtic goddess Brigantia.
Source: Google
A succubus (pl.: succubi) is a female demon or supernatural entity in folklores who appears in dreams to seduce men.
Source: Google
II.
Liesel spent months worrying about this,
about dark minions and young souls that hurt,
she even started fearing for herself
for questioning the teachings of the church.
She did not want to damn herself to Hell,
but she couldn’t believe that it was true
that a loving God would punish children
for something that they themselves couldn’t do.
How did it make sense that helpless infants
could be punished due to their parents?
Why would they suffer for another’s sins,
how in the world did such a thing make sense?
But Liesel kept this turmoil inside,
and tried to just keep on living her life,
didn’t tell of doubts that haunted her thoughts,
or worried dreams that kept hear up at night.
It all came to a head six months later,
her neighbor’s new baby died in his sleep,
The town gathered up for the funeral,
to weep loudly, and to pour out their grief.
Liesel loitered near the back of the crowd,
every so often she glanced to the woods,
until finally she saw the woman,
and decided she’d settle this for good.
She crept out of her parent’s house that night,
made her way slowly down to the churchyard,
at midnight the old crone walked to the grave,
and from her cloak removed some sort of jar.
She opened it and stood there quietly
for a long moment, then shuffled away,
Liesel followed, determined that somehow
she would not make this foul demon pay.
Through a dark forest of eldritch oak trees,
where brushy undergrowth scratched at her skirts,
across gurgling streams that wet her feet,
down dark ravines where the wolfpacks still lurked.
Amidst calling owls loud in the night,
she followed that old crone through the wild,
she kept a good distance, forty paces,
her feet bled, and she wheezed from the trial.
Finally she came upon a small glade,
to the center of it the crone did go,
right to an old cabin that rose up there,
Over the door was a sign that said ‘Limbo.’
Her heart froze as the old woman walked in,
she saw the briefest flash of light from inside,
all of her reason screamed out, ‘You should run!’
But she couldn’t, no matter how hard she tried.
Some great force acted deep within her soul,
she couldn’t say if for good of for ill,
but Liesel found herself approaching the door,
simply a pawn to some powerful will…
Blessings, my King, are you much happier lately, babe?
Until you tell me to fvck off - our love every day I will save
I don't fall in love easily - and I trust people even less
But there was something about you that I wanted to invest
So tell me, my love, are we much more serious this time around?
I genuinely believe you're the only King who is worthy of this crown
'Cause I know I that I need and just want you
No matter what happens - I will always speak the truth
I need to hold you all night - all night sometime soon
'Cause I wanna see just how you and I together bloom
I want to see our actions meet all of our words
'Cause I know - ultimately - we will become something superb
It breaks my heart in pieces to see you in your head and all alone
One day with you - I'm looking foward to making our home
Today you opened up a tad bit more
'Cause when you're around me - I feel my heart roar
I'm lost in Limbo when I'm not being held safe in your arms
'Cause whenever you touch me - I become your lucky charm
Deep in Nature - I wanna do something with you someday
Camping in the middle of the wilderness - all night we'll play
I sense sometimes that you can be extremely shy
The sexy, sensitive, hopeless-romantic type of guy
When I close my eyes - I envision myself in another place with you
Maybe another country - Philippines, Germany, Egypt, or Peru
Although I haven't quite figured out your number one passion
I wanna see us both in our element together - kissing and relaxin'
Although in its entirety - I haven't figured out what you like to do
I know that whatever memories we'll create will be naturally true
I trust my intuition as much as I trust in all of yours
I wanna hold you kissing you in the rain - while it thunderstorms
I felt your love and missingness when you held me close
Did you know in my life right now - you're the one I trust the most?
You're the only soul right now who knows this much about me
Because when I'm around you - butterflies flutter and I am free
At a campfire I want to hear stories of how you are who you are
Tell me the stories behind each of your gorgeous scars
I've always been here for you - talk to me - I will listen
'Cause I promise being with me will be by far your favorite mission
This day as it was, not so many years ago,
When the heaven was ever in a stressful mode
Some of heaven's angels rerouted to trek earth to and fro
In search for the right parents they could ever unfold.
"Today is so special!" a seraph declared
"A darling amongst us is terrestrial-bound",
The heavenly legion giggled in cheer
Awakening the limbo with its boisterous sound.
Swift as a lightning their search made intense
Surging from sunbeam; through dust; and through rain;
Impatiently waiting for the news they brought in
The seraph would bark, Oh where have you been?
"In a tropical island, shaped like a sword,
We found a humble couple with a noble accord"
"Oh tell me quickly where exactly they be found?"
"Somewhere in the coastline of a northernmost town"
Heavenly tension was ever as the natal-hour was nigh
Euphoria subsided as it was now mixed with fear.
The world is deceitful – she may be tricked of some lies
Things that should not be, as free soul, she would dare.
The angels' notions overtime become true
A demon deceived her with his built and galore
Misery was waiting without her having a cue
Battered! She had to leave with her offspring of four.
And it came to pass that we both prayed in the dark
Tearful and shivering that the heaven should hark.
Heaven has its senses through ages ever sharp
From our own different places God heard what we asked.
That for two weeks in my lifetime, on my life's second score
She came in my daydream, that I promptly would adore
Bewitched me with the charm, bringing the same cheers
When she was born on the 26th day of the 10th month of that very blissful year
Soon it's time for me to wake up to the usual life I've known;
The dream I had is over but somehow not forlorn.
I missed the maiden truly; in her I found a home.
I cherish the dream and its memory when I am most alone.
Date & Time of Writing:
October 26, 2011
2:01am – 2:43am
The night of October 25 to October 26 was a very long night as sleep
was so illusive. There was an aching of my heart that was beyond my
comprehension. I needed to be tired that I resorted on utilizing my ever awake
senses to go beyond the conventional and think of something to write as
if things are happening to me in fact.
The Trail Of Tears.
.
The snow fell when the long knifes came
Savages who robbed the sacred homelands
And buffalo slaughtered bloody plains
Men woman and children the old and lame
Frog marched against their will
Never to see they’re homeland again
They’re hearts so full of pain
.
And the big chief in Washington
In his big tall ivory tower
Declared the native American
Should live how he pleased
Even though it took the native Americans
Dignity away and fall to the ground
Like chopped down falling trees
.
Thousands upon thousands
Wounded souls resigned to they’re defeat
Walked the long trail of tears
With their little belongings and sore feet
Many sick and old
Succumbed to hunger illness and the cold
Countless frozen bodies lay like ice blocks
Littering the snow
The big chief in Washington
Won the days and the demon sold his soul
.
From the prosperous green Caroline's
To Oklahoma and apathy
By a mad cruel man’s greed
And decree
.
Forced to become farmers
When just a dust bowl is all they found
And nothing would grow from the ground
A once proud mighty nation
Did an ancestral dance
Hopeful it would return them
To they’re scared homelands
As hunters and the buffalo
Would again return given half a chance
.
They’re dreams were fruitless
And lost forever in the river of dreams
The depths of they’re sorrow so deep
That haunted they’re waking hours
And the one’s they’d sleep
.
They sent the young ones to schools in New York
To be educated in the white man’s ways
While those left behind
In the reserve concentration camps
Wandered like ghosts in limbo
And rotted in their graves
.
The wheel of history rotates
But the same things always come around
The person with the biggest stick
Lays the law down
.
The black man kidnapped from his home
And shipped to be sold as slaves
When will all this end
And when will man love everyone
No matter who they be
But the truth is many don’t care
And all they are concerned about
Is themselves power and greed
.
Thousands upon millions of stories
Never to be told
Lost forever
Since days of old
Man cannot even
Direct his own footstep
So the good book says
There is no real justice and we are living in
The last days.
.
Peter Dome©2021.
Author's note: This is an epic length poem that will have to be split into parts and will be serialized in successive posts.
Part 3
Dr. D. confers in panic
with Rex and boys at the Limbo Saloon
by now my eyes are ping pong balls
the final recommendation is for
ritual abandonment
Fra Umbilicus answers his page
in the monastery wing
and servos his motorchair up to my railing
intones the curse of the catacombs
think of it as original my sin er son
how the flat line fooled the experts
was on the 6 o'clock
perhaps it was the fact
that it went vertical
tripping alarm buzz circuits
from Hell to breakfast
like a reeking retching lurching
Nietschean Lazarus
a scarred and demented Universe
gave birth to itself
and the combined riotous
and cheering populations
of BURN WARD 3
and AMPUTATION WARD 2
and NARCOLEPSY WARD 666
cameras pick up deicide in the stairwell
a theomachian commotion
clangity-whaaang go the
oxygen tanks bouncing four flights
plopity-smash go
the out/intravenous bottles
whackety-crack
goes his portable Respiropump
screechety-eech
goes NEURO WARD's $90,000 Lobotoscan
cascading sympathetically
8er from Decatur
straining against the tube works
and their attached impedimenta
beneath the basement corridor steam pipes
awakening autopsy cadavers
with every labored pitch and yaw
bursting through the fire exit
on the firing squad's day off
out onto St. Hilarity's loading dock
he turns and waves howdy-ose amigoes
to the gathered throngs
Musela, Tex, the Santa Guadalupe Mariachis
slams Lucille the ambulance's door
severing all connections
arm tube nose tube mouth tube
chest tube piss tube
hits the throttle light bar and siren
and lets Lucille's squealing wheels
burn rubber clear down
to the land of rubber plantations
until the tank hits empty
and memory returns syllables
and lost parts of speech
the twin t's of utterance two swords
and fate the swindler of souls
has a blowout
at 90 at 5...at 15...
the separated twins
separate the H-O-R-I-Z-O-N
into before and after
rhyming less on the outside
than on the inside out
a vacation follows
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
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One year and more if people should die still,
Bombs keep raining, missiles shower red rage,
All seem routine to hearts hardening nigh,
World feels sad as an after-thought on stage.
But so had people died of Covid scare,
They’d died alone, though buried in same grave,
Becoming just a number so lonely,
When threshold of pain goes up man gets brave.
All suffer, even continents apart,
Not merchants and brokers of war machine—
Business that hardly has a feeling heart,
What with Shylock’s sharp mind ever so keen.
World markets learn to adjust with the time,
Deficit, surplus seek levels anew,
And people’s life gets attuned to new rhyme,
They only suffer—the suffering few.
Alas, today’s wars can go on and on,
Putin putting up an ever grave face,
His rival, far from a chameleon,
His country getting the maximum mace.
Nations now spend bigger bangs on defence,
Merchants of war sole beneficiary,
Defence a pseudonym for an offence,
A way to boost dormant demand from ranks.
Who the gain and who gets pain, hard to say,
Humanity has lost a few rungs more,
West’s happy to harm, shy enough to bleed,
To US of A one more proxy war.
Like enmity do wars on their own breed,
The motion kept alive oh to save face,
Unwillingly as with its handbrakes on,
As if to prove who ahead is in race.
What if heads roll in this senseless charade?
False prestige must go on a starless stage,
What if the stands are all but deserted,
It matters not, shallow gets when the rage.
The price paid has now turned statistical,
Selling bible to atheists in mirth,
Leaving in limbo issues ethical,
In last throe seems UN, Oh since its birth!
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Happenings | 07.02.2023 | war
Poet’s note: Call it an outright aggression or a lingering war. Forget who’s right and who’s wrong, leave all pros and cons. The conflict goes on even after one excruciating long year. No one is the winner, all world a net loser. It just goes on as if it is a routine, international trade. All else have learned to adjust, not Ukraine which is bleeding heavily, but still no less keen to wound, if not win. Is all this war-mongering of any worth? This narrative in quatrains wonders.