jacaranda blooms
wink on the way home from school -
summer coming soon
Yes you hurt me
Did you do it intentionally
Did you disregard my feelings
Because it was only you
You wanted to please
Did it make you feel stronger
A matter of you are right
I was wrong
Did you try to prove a point
Only to realize with me genuinely
I don't think
You ever really belonged
I forgive you
I release you eleven times over to myself
I will not carry bitterness or anger
Allowing myself to be begrudgingly put away up on
On a shelf
I do forgive you
(A lone voice whispers)
He who walks without the most holy of ways
Will never return
Until they have learned not by sin be swayed
As true as new trees are made
By lay played
In so many wet insidious ways
By those hidden in the chasms
In the faraway stars
For people like you gathered here should be careful
For without faith
In any form
The nearby Darkness can always open a small gateway to sin
And if that abyss is opened
Revealing
Desolation's
Fatal sandstorms
It gets so much harder
To let hope crawl in
So O ye
O Ye
On the yellow beaches
Beseeching
O ye
Gathered round me
To the worthy few
I summon by the power of the Purple Flame
Virtue
By the Divine Will of your choice of God
To guide you
Amen
Through Acheron
To the blue Stargate
So you can
Once more
Run
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
tell me
of
all your dreams
the
bright eyes of the lighthouse
that
you are
the
oracle of the sea
("Bunny", 2020, original pen and ink)
The Oracle of Dreams
I dream my life is a rut
of frustrated desires
with life-mates merging
to eventually leave
with the end of summer.
Upward I climb
into new spaces
occupied by my daughter’s things
bright and airy, light and joyful
with her dog and son’s stuffed animals.
A study of contrasts
thrown up by my wandering mind
old and new,
happy and sad,
what more is there to say.
And so it goes,
night following day,
illusion building on illusion, until eventually,
released from its rabbit-hole
confusion dawns as wisdom.
(10/29/23)
("Stella Blue", 2023, original encaustic)
My Muse
“Does this work as a poem?”
I ask my muse washing dishes.
Yes, or no, she will say
Like an oracle at a spring
Without thought or deliberation
But with decisive tone
And either way
I’m back where I started
No better or worse
Clearer or confused
Back with the words
That began
As a spring
(10/12/23)
onyx oracle
black brave boisterous ballet
fuchsia fearless words
Buy your full-body burka now
Made in Texas to fit a cow
The colour is black
It fits like a sack
So you'll feel as free as a sow!
With her bright red eyes; yellowish tiny tail-tip,
Pale green wings; greenish yellow-glowing mantle strip;
This golden Oriole has great tales to tell,
Her enchanting feature has great magical spell...
Yellow-orange chest; gray head; silvery slate back,
Bold white pinion poles; pretty eye-strips brownish black;
Large tarsal blotch; scarce and endangered species yet,
If I afford to up-bring, she should be my pet...
Fruits and seeds she eats; sweet nectar and pollen too,
Whether eats flesh or simple herbs - her charm shines through;
Sign of wealth and acceptance; courage and life-skills,
Her advent on courtyards chases away all ills...
Weightless and light, her bewitchment, yet, is grandeur,
The cup-shaped nest she makes is magical wonder;
Her harmoniously mystic songs pull my heart,
Her feature, in itself, is finest of fine art...
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and our thoughts that were serious
turned life into acidity
but we're celebrating having survived
without tearing each other down too much
see, I allow myself to laugh at the televisions
as you solve cross puzzles
on this corner the milky way would be friendly
if we managed the odysseys correctly
maybe something dark is coming
mortal fleeing from the center of the universe
but we are ready the oracle said
because we have a surname hecatomb
Oracle
The Wise, Mystical
Blessing, Spellcasting, Foretelling
Black Sorcerer, Divine, Innocent, Questioner
Listening, Ingesting, Participating
Curious, Wonderer
Querent
Tuesday, January 4, 2022
I’m Imagining a place where we make sense - the hot-chocolate
safe-house where we’ll tongue wrestle, watch Gossip Girl reruns
and cuddle - sustained by love and Cinnamon Life cereal.
This dark, coffin-like clock in the corner whirrs, mechanically.
Suddenly a little yellow-clock-bird bursts, jumping-jack-like,
through a tiny door on a blue, tongue-suppressor diving board.
“Cuckoo!” it shrieks, to mock me. “Shut up!” I say defensively
but it repeats, “Cuckoo!” like an oracle - an unfeeling instrument
of adult logic.
Around the fire she would dance,
Placing the young men in a trance.
And when each of them she'd approach,
She'd give a little guidance as a coach.
Call her a mystic, an Oracle or fortune-teller,
Her words of hope were more than stellar.
Until she met a stout man in a robe...
Her divination prowess turned stone cold.
"Why do my powers fail to act?"
With these few words, she fell; heart attack.
The fire then faded away,
And the rest of the young men did not stay.
Thursday, November 4, 2021
It'll rain a lot more than usual today.
And then it will be morning.
It applies to everything in our world.
The stars will age with time.
Reality's fabric will be torn apart.
Humping.
Perhaps the laughing of an oracle.
The night is bitterly cold.
The world around us is a jumble of dots.
Earth is a speck.
The sun, the sea, and love are all dots too.
Love is in the air, and everyone is looking for it.
a never-ending string of dots and circles.
ORACLE OF NATURE
Lie is been feed like food
Truth finds its way beneath the mattress
Knowledge of thought has taught me some thoughts
Where the gate of trust has gone beyond extinction
Where is the dog?
Sent by a clone of truthful liars
Answering the name like Lie Mohammad
Preaching earthly food for heavenly thoughts
Teni told me he had bountiful of flowers
But some flowers are not filamentous and ornamental
Some are full of thorns
While others have already withered its glory
Clones of crowns are in Joseph’s abode
Accepting their name like Gov. Ambode
Trying to code the old layer before the broiler
But I have already boiled the broiler
Who is truthful?
Tortoise is the most truthful animal on earth
Who left its house to lie on thorns like flier who try to fly?
Feel free to wrap your woman like woman wrapper with a trustful wrapper
Oracle of death has been murdered
And buried in a shallow ground like a buried serpent head
For the truth of lies is beyond the expectation
Of the coronation
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