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The Dance of The Lampyridae

We once danced like the glowing Lampyridae
Bathing in the molten heat of a new fire

While walking hand in hand 
Down loves panoramic highways

Flames of belonging and such sensuous fire 
Lit and consumed our aura's

But when the winter of our love season arrived 
With the familiar sound of jingle bells

Announcing our Oak wedding anniversary 
On that particular sunrise 

On December the fifth

That mesmerising spell broke like the mythical Sword of Elendil

And my world 
Shattered

So blue is my new season watching the midnight Lampyridae dance 

Alone
In the silvery moonlight

Like a young Gene Kelly and Rita Hayworth
As we once did

While my life slowly drifts
South

After I lost you
My world and the only thing that once mattered

Wandering lost in my mind's so many labyrinths filled with our hieroglyphs

As I stand alone on 
Death's high cliff

When I remember that first time we met 
On that beautiful night  

When our souls were ordained by God's light

 (C)
Copyright John Duffy

(Lampyridae: Firefly)

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The Midnight Gardens of Magadorne

(A lone voice whispers)


In The Midnight Garden
In-between worlds
When the world sleeps

In a strange place, I now know as Magadorne

I see you
Walking 

Dressed in expensive white lace
With such grace

Surrounded by celestial white butterflies

Serenaded and summoned by the sound 
Of a lone mesmerising golden horn

In an endless garden 
Of twinkling flowers

Reborn

As my soul pines
For the smell of your so-familiar perfume 

A glimpse of our wedding ring

Your hair
Across your beautiful face 

Willing you to look
My way

So I can taste your lips 
And run my hard fingertips 
Across your soft hips

But you never look
Never see me 

As you and your heavenly entourage and butterflies 

Follow the twinkling flowers

Down to the river
Then to disappear 
Out of sight

This happens to me
Every night

In surreal dreams
When the world sleeps

As I find myself
Stranded

Like a new
Robinson Crusoe 
In The Midnight Gardens
Of Magadorne

Where Grief lives
In human form

And Mr. Desire
Stands and proudly blows

It's diamond-studded golden
Horn

To summon 
The celestial butterflies

So watching spirits
In the Ether

Beyond time and space
Can gather

With popcorn
To watch me
Walk my walk

With my incarnated form of painful
Memories

In their special interdimensional place 

Watching ghosts of the past
Pass by

With no expressions
Or emotional energy 

For they are the only fragments of my past
I treasure

A beloved memory of you 

I remember 
Whenever I wake

I had the pleasure 
To share 
Yesterday

In The Midnight Gardens
Of Magadorne

Where Grief lives
In human form 

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

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How to find true friends


Pause and look around 
When the rain never seems to stop 

When your fake smile hides the deep pain in your eyes 

Look for those who can feel the vibration and quiver in your voice

For it's them, who'll understand the chronic suffering hiding in each and every teardrop 

(C) Copyright John Duffy

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Have you experienced poetic Jouissance?


(A lone voice whispers)

Have you emptied your soul late at night

All alone

Wrote words to lay on top of the white marble altar of poetry's grey tombstone

If you have

You're not one of the crowd who follows fashion and directions from secret social conditioners

For in that hour of self awareness 
You embrace something so magical 

 While in that quiet solitude
Alone in that room

Solitude 
Not to be confused with loneliness

For you are surrounded by The Spirits of the Twenty-Six Letters 

Who waits for the call to start swirling 

Seeking rebirth on paper
Or other forms of scrying mirrors

A new life for eager eyes to see

To maybe treasure

From land or sea
Wherever they be

And to you 

Death will never conquer, for your words will echo like ringing Christmas bells 

Into eternity 
In the Vast Halls of Apollo 

For in time 
All poetry is constant and collected

In a great never-ending room in the Akashic Records 

The Past 
Future and the Now

Hum to drums playing pagan tunes of happiness and sorrow

For the hordes to read poems at their leisure for pleasure

To find just something they need in whatever they read

So fear not
Rejection or criticism 

Fear not
Judgement or lament

For the gift you share
Is heaven sent

Passed down like a golden trophy from The Spirits of Twenty-Six Letters 

From the gilded Halls of Apollo 

In a gentle breeze 
For they can feel your intense need

Sweeping down their misty plains and green wild hills

Like the last charge of Genghis Khan

For them to answer
With hidden scrolls

Filled with clues to write poetry

To satisfy the thrilling call of illuminated souls

Seeking
Jouissance

(C)
Copyright John Duffy 

Noun: 

Jouissance
Physical or intellectual pleasure, delight, or ecstasy.

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Unable to let go

Foundation of the piece.


Is life just a purging of the soul and to ascend to a higher plane of existence,

do you have to let go of everything and everybody you once loved or knew? 

To do so?

Or would you wait to be called to join them if separated because you couldn't let go of your old life?

Title:

Unable to let go

(A lone raspy voice talks in the fog as it slithers in - to a hidden audience)

I crossed over
In March 

On the fifth

In the year of our Lord
1902

And all these sad years 
I've sat 

Patiently waiting for her

I've watched 
Our old beautiful world
Burn

Through the blackest of fire filled nights 

Through two world wars

Witnessed hearts bleed
With incomprehensible need

Seen corruption and illusions unfold 

Hand in hand
With greed

Out in the warm and cold

As the seduced welcomed evil into their strongholds

Watched shining stars fall
Sat thinking of my fate 

As I wait
Pining asking myself 

When will she call me to walk and join her through that silver gate

That I look to

Down this dark road
Every second 

Whenever I think
Of her

For I've looked in
Old memories that once beckoned

Explored all the seconds and who knows
Linked to being found guilty of sin

Chased paper boats
With endless time 

Just hoping
She's coping
In Heaven

And not broken in two
Like me 
In this Deep Divine

But still
Perched 

Upon this rock 
Chained like Prometheus

I
Wait

Even though the Mendli
You lot listening 

Think I'm crazy
But my old Love 
Still cuts me open

Making me cling to an old  life

With wild dreams of a new beginning

So angels
Forgive me

But hear me
Quick

Take my hand
And lead me home 
To her

Give me the Star Fire
If this can't happen

Or you can't do it

For I fear
I can no longer
Wait 

For the opening of that gate

So let me cross the burning sand barriers

Step straight through the eternal fire

For is waiting for true love
The price 

Worth all this pain

As one 
Moves on
And one remains

Show me a happy couple
And I'll show you the fire that ignites 

And it's that light
That I pray

Keeps carrying me
On horseback 

To my beloved wife

Throughout
All these 
Endless nights

As I fight Father Time 
To return to that old life

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

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The Easter Time Loop

The Easter Time Loop

(A lone voice whispers)

Will you still
Walk with me

The one I once named
Anointed and baptized within my mind

In my own ancient
Gardens of Gethsemane

Where together once again
I shall no longer stand alone

Will you pray wherever you are

To empower me
When the Darkness Temple Soldiers come

To encourage me

To help me to breach all the rugged mountains
I need to cross

To atone

But all I ask of you
Now 

At this moment
Is simply this

Upon my sanguine lonely cheek

Plant an incandescent soft spiritual kiss of belief 

And whisper 
Amen

To reignite my eternal soul
To help me clench tightly my hardworking hands

As we both
Into this new rebirth, wait for release again 

From this inexplicable deceptive life

We both now live
Within 

If you visit this
My time loop in words 

Surrounded by sin

Where I'm constantly reborn

To walk Via Dolorosa

Also known as the Sorrowful Way 

In the Old City of Jerusalem

So I ask

Will you light some frankincense and myrrh, incense candles 

Someday 
Soon

So the aroma
Can reach and carry the prayers of the faithful

And yours 
Even higher

From wherever they are
In whichever rooms

Urging those prayers to rise faster to Heaven 

So someone I know 
Can hear their call for help or guidance 

From spiritual depression 

To help them keep standing in the lines of those enjoying the power of faith

Through self-expression 

(C) Copyright John Duffy

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Loneliness at Christmas

I once knew and loved you 
And we stuck like glue

Until the Leviathan appeared smiling

Right up from its lair
In the deep green and blue

(C)
Copyright John Duffy 

Christian theologians identified Leviathan with the demon of the deadly sin envy. 

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Google.

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The Tempter

(A seductive voice, smiles as it looks over New York. While the sun rises)

So my old record plays

As the early morning mists slowly 
Drift in 

And herald the new dawn of those beguiled by sin

The politicians 
Government's 

People
Lovers and haters

Oh, how the air is rich
With such irreducible tension

As they all wander around with delicious apprehension 

Gossipping 
Feeling self important and all the while never knowing 

They've been all bewitched 

(C) Copyright John Duffy 

Foundation.

With global wars, politics and tensions worldwide, on many levels.

Has the power of influence shifted slightly to the other side, in the spiritual game of freewill 

Between two immortal powers?

Can you feel the world slowly getting darker?

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Doctor White

(A lone voice whispers)

Are there many quiet times
When you look above

And are there are many crazy raucous times

When you’re also forced to
Look below

Can you still feel tendrils of
Old memories from your
Hidden archives

That cathedral you may now
Call the Ghetto Château

Where lost love or heartbreaks
Resonate

Vibrating in those very rooms
You try to outgrow

 

Are there still small moments and

Infusions of tranquil bouts of welcomed insurrection

Silent revolutions or tired times of forced rebellions

On the surface

Above

Are you so seemingly filled with Love

And sweet smiles and compassion

A face you parade to the world watching

 But below

Where the husky darkness
Multiplies and you breathe it
Deeply in

As it flourishes and grows

Do
Invisible feelings of self-doubts

Deep inner fears and invisible tears

Call when you visit to endlessly fall

Do you wonder

Will they stay
Will they go away

All questions heralding from the smiling

Mister Who Knows
Who lives inside me

Just having a silent conversation
With you

My secret hidden alter

I call him
Doctor White

Dressed in his white coat
And with his foolish stares

I can still see him smiling everywhere.

Especially when I drink
Some wet kelter

Like my soul's satisfying
Mescaline

I may seem calm and collected

Above too
But beneath that very shimmering

Surface

I fear being totally rejected
But for now, I’ll still smile and play

Empowered with the hope
That the good memories

 Will stay this time
I will no longer need

To revisit my deep depths and
Those old rooms

I always seem to trespass through

A place my soul
Sometimes visits and all light

Is bereft

As Doctor White
Visits

Walking casually and smiling through

All my precious light and dark

Memories rivers

 

Maybe tonight I’ll but stay firmly standing in those

Filled with love and lights

 
Standing steadfastly in the hope

They will stay the night

 

 (C)
Copyright John Duffy

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Do we as writers create emotional bridges

As writers, are we all but seducers of the minds of others

We silently kiss in friendship 

As they read one of our poetic gifts?


(À lone voice whispers)


Do we as writers create emotional bridges

That needs to be crossed
Like visionaries like Robert Frost

For the readers to follow our trail of black fonts into the darkness 

We sometimes visit, when developing new projects

About inspirational strengths or themes of spiritual weakness

Some may feel compelled to call us charlatans

New reborn Kings and Queens of somewhere totally cosmopolitan

Seducers of fragile minds
And hold us upright 

As just sinners and bringers of emotional tragedies

Using poetry as liquid oxygen 

But at the core

Our message can also simply be this

Do more

Live for any form of happiness and find and treasure a loving muse

Paint touching visceral pictures through stories

Using music or poetry as your lyre
And put them to good use

Never lament old age as it tries to freeze your youthful body

Once so beautiful and lithe

So in ending

In long days
When your weary heart seems heavy, and you lose hope and feel all emotions

Linked to love or compassion has suddenly died

Look towards tomorrow's new eyes and be lifted up in Dawn’s rose-flushed arms 

And find a way to 
Others and yourself to
Forgive 

Even if you've cried

Then stand back and look into life’s deep mirrors and always remember

You have so much more 
To still give

And embrace this thought denied to so many

Some slowly 
Some suddenly 

As you read this

You still have one of life's greatest gifts

Be proud 
Because so much good can still happen

Because you still live

(C)
Copyright John Duffy