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John Duffyasy Poem
Foundation.
In this modern world, has mankind forgotten judgment may await if one is religious?
Title.
The Priest talking on a Pulpit in The Great In-Between
(A regal voice whispers)
You do know
What you do and feel in public or secret
My child
Writes all your life's many hidden manuscripts
And follow's you like a Charles Dickens's
Jacob Marley
Character
Into and after the crypt
So do more good
Purge yourself.
Pull yourself away from the Great Tempter's black hole
Don't just sit and judge
Urge your soul
Or the goal could be
You
Stripped and whipped as you become
Just another
Of the Devils legion's
Of unloved conscripts
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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
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(Lampyridae: Firefly)
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(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
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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
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(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)
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Noun:
Jouissance
Physical or intellectual pleasure, delight, or ecstasy.
Source:
Google.
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The Laws of Attraction
(A lone voice whispers)
Do you believe in the laws of manifestation
When I started writing poetry
I visualised being the best version of:
John Duffy Poet
I could be
So
Look up
John Duffy Poet
On your search engine
Of choice
Will you be surprised if I'm the first name you'll see?
The question is:
Did I manifest a top ranking via Poemhunter
Or do people like you, still like and explore poetry, and use it as your own regular form
Of self-psychiatry?
And sometimes enjoy
sitting under my supernatural vocabulary tree
And reading these strands and whispers
I conjure out of The Great In-Between
And label them as my version of inspired
Poetry
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Is this one of the sins of the twenty-first century, increased tenfold by social media affecting relationships?
Have you been uncouth or met one of the uncouth?
(Adjective: lacking in good manners, refinement, or grace.)
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Infidelity
Well, I guess I'm uncouth
I lied
And didn't tell them
The truth
(C)
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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
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Foundation.
Do quiet moments, spent in reflection of a beloved, bring you closer to the God of your choice?
Title:
Calvary Dreams
(A lone voice whispers)
I heard your sweet voice
Today
On our anniversary,
Your birthday
That old well-loved familiar sound
Whenever I press
play
To see and hear you
On that old wedding tape
We once made
You still look so beautiful and sound so soft and sweet
I couldn't sleep
But stand up straight,
Weep
Rewind and repeat
Oh, why does God give you such grief
Whenever
I see you or hear your voice
To then stand still
In total disbelief
And realise you're now living in new lands of immortality
And then I always remember
Calvary
A dark place
Enshrined in human history
Hanging
Painted up
In so many famous
Art galleries
So much wrong
Done to one
So strong
One crucified
For us and mankind
To sing a new song
A new song
So all could belong
To the light
Whenever their time came
And they could no longer fight
Cancer like you
Time or some other kind of pain
So now
Whenever hear your sweet voice
Or your name whispered
Like on your birthday
Today
That familiar lovely sound
When I finally find the courage
To press play
To sit and reminisce about my true love
On that special day
Our wedding
And her incredible captivating spirituality
I just know you're safe
Smiling down
Looking my way
My beloved
Still loved wife called Mary
Because Jesus died
For you and me
Even though
Crucified
By Evil
But never alone
At Calvary
So we could all rise
With the call of the
Golden Trombone
To atone
To then enter
Our true home
Under God's
Super Dome
I still miss you so much, but deep down I always know
God only calls the best ones home early and that's why in April
It will always feel like snow
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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)
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