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The Diary Letter to Beatrice
(A lone voice whispers, as the right hand, takes careful notes)
In the deepest of silence
I always walk
Deep in thoughts, into my own created Maelstrom of Defiance
As memories of you appear slowly, like a wild moorland winter fog
Which slithers, rolls and returns
With a soft hint of a time that was truly priceless
Announced with a slight shiver, running down my spine, that burns
As the air magically fills with that so familiar pulsating scent, of Chanel N°5
That makes me wilt and pine, as all my sharpened senses, quickly come alive
An imagination mind trick, that if I told any doctor
They would put me straight into, any asylum, with this wrap up line
"Old man, isn't it time you dropped her?"
It's usually then, that feel your presence and visually embrace
In my mind's cathedral of memories, all those lingering thoughts and images
Whispering like feverish crows
About everywhere, we once went
Before our descent, from the pinnacle of grace, as we got old
Especially whenever I look in our old silver mirror, and start feeling cold
When I still see reflected, your dark eyes, looking back at me
Which carries a hint of your sweet snarl, encased within a smile. I once used to call, heaven sent.
But when those loving sensations slowly fade
And life winds once more, blows my way
And the mind fog, stops rolling in from my mind's, Highlands
Returning me to Reality Island
Just know, my twin flame in my Eternal White Room
I still carry you and your beautiful name, to the tomb
Deep inside, wherever I go
For your husky voice always rides and rules my internal highways, whenever I smell that so loved perfume
Like a reborn Gail
In a New Sin City
Called The Hippocampus
A place I call too, like George Kelby Jr.
Who once went to Cross Creek trying to find forgiveness
When Doubt calls and bills me
Whenever I try to remember
Why even after all these years, I still feel so guilty
About there no longer being, a living tale about us
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Translucent subtitles and vanity voice overs
We can Not Know another based on our fundamentals.
There is no right and wrong only accepted covers.
To shield are definition of right from those Who are
judgmental.
We must realize we are not what we perceive.
We must accept are organic shells, are but dirt.
Learn we are all unique and hold knowledge. that
divinity conceived.
We are all spiritual soldiers connected and hurt.
So, unite free minds and intellectual souls.
We are separated but not alone. Transmit and
receive.
Become one and understand all we accomplish.
in human life is used to scar your soul.
So, put down all hatred.
Take long look in your heart.
Now pick up. Your fear Cary that like men
True thought is rare from hateful minds.
Time to let go to begin the faith in thy self.
Following not reality are law nor trend or political.
jargon
For those are soul traps to define the body and
limit a mind.
WE CAN NOT BE DEFINED.
It's a beautiful day inside my heart
The medicine of love has healed my wounds
Where hostility used to be entombed
I've been blessed with a chance for a new start
There will always be pain but not as sharp
Just like a new babe brought forth from the womb
There's a rainbow of love helping it bloom
Compassion and mercy it will impart
New friends pop up ev'rywhere like flowers
Beaming bright smiles on their happy faces
Expressing their love for one another
Togetherness and peace holds the power
Love's sunshine has filled all the dark spaces
And emotes a feeling like no other
Italian Sonnet an original poem by the "Poemdog" Daniel Turner
Rhyme scheme abba abba cde cde 105 words
It’s the elephant,
the huge shadow,
the gray bulk of gray in the room,
and it’s such a small threadbare room,
four bunks deep
barely five feet wide.
Wood lice are eating a cheap village fiddle,
it was discarded in the rush
to meet this moment at the end of the tracks;
for many the ride ends in open iron doors,
but here clapperboard hatchways yawn
and close,
and those that go out and return
shelter no thoughts of steps taken
without instruction.
The musician in the spotlight
could not have known any of this,
for her an elephant is beautiful
and perfect as it is.
yet she cried at the rehearsal
when her lips were scratched
by these fretful notes.
I am watching the video,
orchestra and audience;
seeing the camera scan
faces caught off guard.
Everyone is leaning
into a memory
where violins were once
as common as handkerchiefs,
rags used to blot and dab
at sadness,
but this music is a river
that will not dry up.
Only the bored taxi drivers
outside the concert hall
happily leave this repository
of anguished beauty.
For those going home
there are prayers
and perhaps tears for the tears
that did not fall
when they should have.
I was so lucky to have found a writing nook,
A place to express my joy, sorrow, and pain.
I wear my heart on my sleeve, an open book.
My safe haven sheltered me from the rain.
Having a space to write has been good for me,
But these days it has not been what it once was.
Insults and name-calling is what I often see,
Why disrespect another poet just because?
I don’t agree with many, but still, I show respect
We are all different and we have different views.
But we shouldn’t be mean, that’s the disconnect.
All of this hateration is giving me the blues.
I stay because of my writing and my soup friends,
But I long for the day when it’s like it used to be.
Until then all that love poetry let’s raise our pens,
And write things that uplift and bring unity.
12/12/2021
Alexis Y.
So many memories
of when I wasn't the enemy
when you craved just to be next to me
Flashbacks to how your love used to be
Like our future together
was so easy for you to see
You wanted every part of me
n every night I was the one starring in your dreams
Being close made us both feel so complete
way back when it hurt so bad
when I had to leave
I close my eyes and can still
feel my heart & souls relief
these memories now can
sometimes be hard to conceive
even more so when I know
how differently Im perceived
you no longer see what our
Souls together can achieve
The doubt thats filled your heart
has left scars in parts that were
once filled with belief
Im not your enemy
but im almost out of energy
I cant compete
with your lost visions of me
thought your love was mine to keep
now I just sit here in complete agony
feeling so damn incomplete
Damn, the irony...
Walk with me, O Lord divine.
Forces of the earth.
Fiery beams, thy sun and shine.
Value, see thy worth.
Manage the line's head to be?
Yes, and reason thus.
Last one sinks into the sea?
For to make a fuss.
Omnipotence, here you are!
Power, have our awe.
Blessed force, harpsichord star.
Ice from within thaw.
Raw life, quest upon the knife.
Chaos, sing in all.
Accord, afford. Riddles rife.
Be here when you call.
Tandem formation, my troops!
Well, not up that hill.
Ice cream, do you come in scoops?
Best to pay the bill.
Superior, attention?
Give it where it needs.
Wicked words are best to shun?
He who gets cut bleeds.
Wind, thy gust. Iron, thy rust.
Silence, when used. Peace.
Duties, indeed. So we must.
Golden as a fleece.
Critics? Every one to learn.
What ought we discern?
Ash black, trees and also urn.
Tower taciturn.
Wore. O stony shore, thy core.
Rain, whip as you pour.
Ancient is the greatest lore?
Forevermore, snore.
Whippoorwill, vast underworld reach.
Psychopomp, thy romp.
Lessons, eldest, that you teach?
Stump before you stomp...
....in retrospect
There were mirrors there
Behind it, where all the Jews would hide
How can someone blame the black despair?
All You were, was a mirror over there
Flooding naked imagery
Flowing naked mercury
Proof there were no fa-ked lies
Unless words were pressed against the frame
Somehow you couldnt recognise...
your name...
Half blinded..
Besides, you would deny it anyway
One day while searching for those wandering Jews
Purple flowers in my garden winked at me
" we are they, if so you choose"
The mirror held was upside down
(It never mattered anyway)
So I kept on walking on and on
Until this very day
Ive heard it said just the other day
They used it to flash the sun
Hoping it would shine away
As some were hiding in its shade
A million miles away
Behind that fragile pane of glass
The looking glass kept looking past
And keeps looking for today
Looking at the torn disguise
And the lying enemy eyes
Though their lips were moist with movement
As yet the sound remained unheard
The spoken word was truth
One day it all may come to you
Whispered by a little bird
Ive held so high your high regard
And so your high esteem
Your badge of broken Jew
And friends by lives devided seen
I tried imagining I was you
Walking, standing in your wretched shoes
To us were done similar things
They also covered up the truth
In fact its happening here and now
How much cover do they need?
In honour tried to imitate , sometimes even emulate
Your cheeky contraband
Conducting your own orchestra
While playing your own band
This mirror holding up I see
If I was ever to wear those clothes
Emblazoned by a David star
Embattled with a Jewish scar
I wish to have your nose
The link between us circumcised
A covenant yet not broken
A people not yet broken by the blues
My love was found
Intact profound
In around
the nation of the Jew
I know I'm second-hand
Filtered out to feed ur addictions
It's bad for my health
But I can't help relapsing over the touches
They take the cigarettes to their lips
and blow the leftovers at me
And I inhale with everything I have
I'm out of breath
But when im with them
It feels like something to live on
I'm an addict for the 2nd hand
I can't avoid it as it blows through me
Around me
Hazing everything I used to be familiar with
It becomes a part of my bad habits
My new form of oxygen
Different from the one I was taught about
I'm second-hand
And I hate that my lungs are worse than u thought
It burns when I think about it
I shouldn't have gone
I promised I'd stay away
Find something to give me purpose again
But turns out it's all I'm good for
A product of what I was made of
2nd hand on what I grew up on
In twenty three, we waved goodbye to much celebrity
But in the clouds the welcome party takes them three by three
Tina Turner, Jerry Springer, Mister Donald Trump
(Of which, one is poetic license; please don’t get the hump)
Before the Lord, upon their knees, they had to state their case
And detail what they did to benefit the human race
The Lord had seats, one on each side, to help him rule the sky
And now he sought two occupants to give consul on high
The Lord looked at the first arrival, she looked rather proud
And rumour had it that she’d always been a little loud
The Lord said, Woman, tell me why these seats on either side
Here on my left or on my right should be where you reside
Tina Turner said, Dear Lord, I used to dance and sing
Your angels will all know the joy and love that that can bring
I had some upset in my life but fought with all my might
So I’d be honoured to sit with you as a guiding light
The Lord said I admire those with strength to fight the fight
And so you may sit in the seat positioned on my right
The Lord turned his attention to arrival number two
Okay, Mr Talk-a-lot, so, why should I pick you?
Jerry Springer said, My Lord, I find this slightly odd
I doubted in my wildest dreams I’d face questions from God
Yet, here I am enduring this admission interview
But from that seat upon your left, I could interview you
The Lord said, Hmmm, I guess you would be upset and bereft
If I didn’t offer you this seat upon my left
But there is still one candidate for consul in the sky
So let me hear the testimony of this other guy…
Trump said, ‘Look, it’s great, so great, it’s really really great,
I kinda thought I wouldn’t be here till a later date
But since that pawn star mowed me down as I walked in the street
At least I get the chance to tell you…
That you’re in my seat!
[Regret.., had to miss-spell p.o.r.n. because Soup is becoming an affront to the English language. ]