#poetry supernatural poet writer JohnDuffyAsy

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If a Vampire could speak to Anne Rice 

(A lone voice whispers)

I stood over her luscious form Bathed by the cool glare of the Crying Moon

As the Ancient Mother pretended to sleep But also watched slyly as she slept

Listened to her slow breathing and watched her twin mountains Rise and fall underneath her white silken sheets

I knew she didn't know I was there For she slept so innocently and soundly

That mysterious soon to be lover of mine With the long dark hair

Slowly I eased back the silken modesty protector Gorged my hungry eyes on her sensual body

And witnessed once more How she was so beautiful under Old Mother Moon The Ancient One

As she laid bathed in all her now lit glory In the pastel moonlight

Naked as the day she was born And steeped in the glistering silvery light

I knew why I had waited so long To touch her Feared she’d run with fright But courage was with me that very night

Tentatively I leaned over her majestic mountain peaks And ran my soft tongue across her luscious neck and sweet lips

For a ripe taste of her very soul Her eyes even though closed Fluttered and she muttered something so low

It was hardly audible

It was then I knew in that instant I could cross the hidden boundaries between us

For with Mother Moons pagan blessings Anything now was possible

I reached down and drew a heart shape Upon her soft cheek

Then bent low and introduced my luscious lips To her mountain peaks as her breathing increased in tempo

I knew what I had to do before The Ancient Rising Sun Bade me go

I ran my hard fingertips from the soft nape Of her seductive neck to her ankle and right back up again and

As a faint aroma of sensual excitement Appeared from nowhere

When I looked down at her My living breathing book

Filled with so many stories music and poetry I silently thanked the Great Almighty

For answering all my nightly prayers Running my tongue over my lips

As lightly as I could I tasted luscious ambrosia So delicious

Its texture and strands made me feel so eager and amorous I kept my eyes upon her face

My new goddess in a long line of many With the long black hair

And as I trailed my sharp index finger as Light as a feather across her bare hips

A groan of exquisite pleasure escaped her quivering throat And escaped through her semi-opened crimson red lips

I marked her forehead in the sign of the cross With wax from my white candle

I always carry The Joining of Spirits Potion

Given to me by Her The Gatherer of Souls

Who lives in a mysterious wooden hut In the middle of a great forest

Hidden from all but the true seekers Across the Pacific’s many deep oceans

I smiled in the darkness of that room

Since deep down, I knew that when she awoke I would be with her forevermore

No longer dreaming for this is now real

I reached down and held her hand and Drew the sign of the cross in wax

On her soft skin and as I kissed her hard I tasted sweet heaven

Knowing that my Mark connected us deeper still I knew she would always return and look for me In the longing hours

Even going against her own will I watched her breathe me in deeply

Gorging herself on my visceral scent As I seduced her mouth and with a deep sigh

She started to cry Don’t go

She whispered in my ear as her eyes suddenly opened But the rising Mother Sun had called me home Quickly From that very bedroom

And all I could do was savour Her taste Her ambrosia

Knowing I would return and all her curves and physical desires That I need will be granted

To truly consume and nothing would be rushed and done in haste That was yesterday

I just left her with a simple line

Written on a scented letter paper I found

I WILL RETURN So Soon

Just look for me when I come back With the rise of the Crying Moon

Your soon to be lover Louis de Pointe du Lac

Copyright John Duffy

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Has the Voice of Courage spoken to you yet?

Have you the world shakers

Music makers

Poets

Writers and entrepreneurs

Heard my softest of whispers that serenade you all from elsewhere?

Insidious does it seem to call

Inner murmurs that will not give you simple surrender or restful sleep

But a curious voice instead

Slowly vibrating throughout all your inner mental walls

If you're blessed

A sweet voice that constantly whispers

To hold fast to your dreams

A voice that inspires your sometimes tired eyes to gleam

Some may smile and try to diminish

What flows throughout your fast-flowing bloodstreams

Some may laugh

For they haven't the strength self-belief or real courage

To try to adapt

To swim upstream

But to you

Yes you

Who aspire

Beyond momentary thoughts and daily daydreams

Those who embrace its soft whispering kiss

All your hopes and dreams will one day soon

Reign supreme

For you are your own greatest dream redeemer

And not just one of the billions

Who aren't blessed to be one of lifes true believers

So be it

Copyright John Duffy

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The Story of the Uwohali

May my memories forever make me think when they whisper to me like a loving stranger

In deep moments of reflective solitude  

Of a warrior princess 

Who I once prayed night and day

God would intervene and she would be truly saved

Who when recovered 

Then stayed for a short while 

Every night and especially 

In the early

Morning breeze 

Up until around six whenever she felt in the mood and waved

And just now as the twinkling stars announce 

In my midnight black sky

Filled with unwanted strands of familiarity 

Stories of separation which always ends with my higher-self 

Drowning in deep pools of dissolution 

Those painful tales may herald our pain and suffering and with all the mighty stars making me deep down inside cry

By whispering about heartfelt goodbyes

I pray within her blazing passionate dark eyes

I hope I’ll always live on 

And once more come alive

To continuously 

Remind her of 

How happy 

We once used to be 

The beloved memories 

Poetic stories and all

The goofy crazy laughter

So much happiness 

And joy

To echo from now to the hereafter 

In all the many old 

Photographs of me

She may still treasure and see

My sacred one named Tazanna 

I may now dance with others

Amongst long lost emotional galaxies 

Or unknown faraway stars

But whenever she thinks of me

I'll always appear 

I hope

Like a soft feeling

A subtle gust of wind

Or a white feather

 A familiar yell or soothing voice filled with such sensation

Wherever she is

Across this earth

Or simply hidden

Within any great nation

I may now be 

Part of the

Unknown In-Between Realms 

But my memories of you 

Will simply last 

Forever 

For we were once 

Baptised by so many unknown angels 

To be together

For we are eternal 

And one day  by the holy river

Next to the Silver City

We will be reunited 

So I'm told in spirit 

For this life is simply a re-introduction

A sometimes cruel rehearsal 

And unknown to each other

We are simply wondering

Lost like so many others

In the burning circles of the paranormal 

Before we enter a new place

Where there are hopefully 

No more painful hurdles

Copyright John Duffy  

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Will you walk with me in Gethsemane Dreams Will you still Walk with me dearest reader The one I once named Anointed and baptised within my mind with my love In my own ancient Gardens of Gethsemane Where together once again in this secretive conversation Between two souls I know I'll no longer stand alone Will you pray wherever you are To help empower me when the Darkness Soldiers come To encourage and help me breach all those rugged mountains over forty days and nights I need to climb on my own again Into the Devil's zone so you can atone But all I ask of you now at this moment Is simply this Upon my sanguine lonely hand plant an incandescent soft kiss To reignite my eternal soul and clench tightly my hard working carpenters hands So we can both walk into this new resurrection This inexplicable deceptive life we both now live within Merged together to now run Totally unafraid of the Darkness Soldiers and whatever may come Copyright John Duffy

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Would you join The Fraternity? The group stayed safe in its small enclave Hidden away from the watching world Fighting progress Burning fires and watching the grey smoke Of old computers Rise like a signal to travelling pilgrims To show them the way In the blue skies in waves From daylight to midnight They ate together Drank Slept and consumed old Manuscripts and tattered old books In wild conversations of the soul In huge reading circles As they embraced the cold wind and fresh air With blessings, as they chanted thoughts of gratitude in unison Without the need for more rehearsals The smells of antiquity Incense and scented vanilla candles Filled the firefly lit air Their eyes glistened with abhorrence As they looked at the new cities Which rose high upon all the horizons Like so many new Sodom and Gomorrah's Palaces of old depravities Where technocrats now abide And hell on earth rises with the chants for New vaccines Tales of bio-engineered viruses and Ungodly indulgence's Above each caravan Hung golden exquisite plaques Firmly fixed with their sacred motto To be absorbed by many Visiting wide eyes We are the new Luddites Of the Painted Word The last of the few Reading real books Creating evocative poetry Learning new things And bound to no king or country Living a true life Together as friends Sharing thoughts as a community Come join us Be a member of one of life's Sincere 21st century Fraternities Don't be lost alone Wandering throughout life Filled with so many uncertainties But be one of us And try to find a means To wash away all your impurities Be a real human Copyright John Duffy

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Memoirs from the Book of Secrets

Have you ever looked deep

Into the mirror

And wondered if you've really

Done enough

Left something tangible

Something future

Generations can listen

See or read through

And make a fuss

A legacy of your vision or dreams

Stories they maybe can trace

Through a time

When you were once young

And free

Chasing life

Filled with deep dreams

Or drunk and lucid

Spilling stories whilst licked up

On Loves delicious red wine

What do you see

When you look really deep

Into the Mirrors of Time

Past all the makeup

Wrinkles

Beards

Or eyes that still might pine

One holiday a year

Smiles in the 2 week hot

Sun

Then back to work

Grinding hard through the

Year

For a return

To your only perk

Is that the only legacy

You're going to leave

To describe your dreams

Is that the lonely story

Of your lifetime

Or are you going to reach

Deep into the breach

Place your chips on life's ever

Spinning roulette's

And create a new legacy

They'll never be ashamed to forget

Copyright John Duffy

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Happy Beltane

Oh Beltane Comes

Oh Blessed Beltane

Oh blessed be

Tonight the Queen of the Fairies appears on her white charger

To enchant and tempt all who wish to follow her

To Faeryland

The Fairy Queen who comes rides in front for all the anointed to see

Gowned in green silk and a beauty of light

Eyes aglow like woodland groves where no one only kin

Dare follows for only they know

So if you see or feel a gust of wind and hear the golden bells ring

Which hang from the black leather harnesses of the Fairy Queen's steed

As they joyously sing

It might be best to lay in the woodland hides and you she will pass

Or you could follow as she rides

For the Fairy Folks on Beltane

Tonight they raid

For here comes the Wild Riders from the across the Shee

So light all the yellow hay-like beacons on Bridles Way

To guide the Named few to cross the Fairy folks fells

In this year

Let the Beltane fires burn and the Maypole dances come alive

So many can dance

Pray and sing

Until the dawn cockerel screams

To break her Beltane spell

Copyright John Duffy

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A lady called Destiny

I hope she still waits

That rebellious wild woman of irreducible taste glimmer and sublime guile

Whose bright eyes still shine with the illustrious glow of that illuminated flame

Which was once stolen by brave Prometheus from heavens dark skies

Enhancing her beautiful face

Making her look like Morgana the Cunning sorceress in the Arthurian legends

From where all her pagan blood flows

She holds me like a pawn enthralled in a grip of steel as I try to break down

Her carefully constructed walls

When she always stands tall in these dark woods at the stroke of midnight

Where we still meet as I stroll

Standing singing eloquently in her candlelit circle

To the moon and watching skies as its white clouds roll

Uttering strange ancient spells

Unknown to most

As she conquers all who dare come into view before they can yell

It's why I still visit

For I'm just hypnotised and summoned by the delicious sounds of her ringing golden bells

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Hospice Stories (A lone voice whispers from the other side) I kissed and loved her so damm hard with all my mortal might That ethereal thing I once knew as Life Held her real tight as I kneeled and prayed inside to the Almighty That today of all days after the fitting of my syringe driver I'd be all right But when I looked up and opened my tear-filled eyes She had slipped away like a clever thief in the night Leaving me looking at Death arriving With all his usual fucking pompous majesty Singing and humming like a global megastar Announcing his unwanted bloodthirsty arrival to all the other cancer patients Who cowered in his sight as he slowly walked towards me and took a seat on my right Copyright John Duffy I always wondered what my late father felt after he was admitted to that ward. The dark energy. The silence. This whispered into being. He always said no one leaves a hospice alive. How sad it turned out true in just under three days.

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If Angel Gabriel Could Speak in 2022. The Year of Covid.

(A lone voice whispers)

I have lived and walked for more than a thousand years Amongst you The ever-growing and changing masses

I have heard and answered so many heartfelt prayers

Spoken in the long shadows and convinced so many to stay the course Whenever they felt doubtful as things seem to fall apart at the seams

Or just got increasingly worse or perverse

To always remember No matter how magnetic the seductive pull of temptation

To appreciate how green their own grass is

I've held soft and hard hands Consoled the young and old and tried to comfort

So many crying silently in the painful mazes of their own darkness

Its unspoken number is truly unfathomable

I have been a whispering Mage appearing in diverse forms before so many others Sent by the Almighty on High to try to nurture and encourage Endowing them with a higher power to always find the strength and courage In rekindling their inner flame once lit so long ago by a glorious sacred candle To stand strong and be willing and able

For I'm indomitable

An angel sent to bring hope to even you and all the others who may feel inconsolable

For I'm just a bringer of inner peace For God is my strength and my ministry

One that speaks of everlasting mercy and promise No matter how dark your worlds many changing political landscapes or forests My favourite name of all is Archangel Gabriel And if you find one of my billions of white feathers that I sometimes leave Especially for those beautiful heartbroken souls Whatever their pain and tragically emotional reasons in 2022 The mournful year of Covid 19 to grieve To help find hope or whatever they need To once again be encouraged to believe As you live through your limited mortal life Just pick one up and keep it real close in your coat or trouser pocket as a good luck locket For it will help bring you peace and tranquillity

Throughout all those morose long cold winter or hot summer nights When you need to rekindle your old belief in a religious phenomenon

Whilst seeking to conquer or accept Your physical or mental vulnerabilities To help you carry on No matter what seemingly hard endless times You may appear to have fallen on Copyright John Duffy

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The Red Goddess

Like a carnivorous supernatural dark omnipotent creature Emotion looked upon her endless armies of lustful recruits Sending so many fluctuating frequencies spanning the lit up Earth and smiled so warmly Oh, how love plays its part so eloquently She thought as her other hungry soldiers lined up so hungrily behind it in twos Jealously Anger Betrayal Rage Adultery Control Liar Cheater To name some of her favourite few Who she lived to love to watch As they capriciously embraced the newly heartbroken recruits forlornly Copyright John Duffy

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The Monologue of Saul

(A lone voice whispers)

I'm but a living breathing ghost of my unwanted past

The torturous vicious upbringing I endured will now always last

But once so long ago in one brave moment

When I found the inner strength

To stand strong and relive my historical moments with the so familiar cast

Those angry blue eyes

The harsh vindictive words and the endless beatings

All things which still stain me and will always remain

I once met a beautiful queen from good old Tennessee

Whilst drifting in the red seas in the great in-between

We lived embroiled in such deep love like Romeo and Juliet

Shared succulent poetic stories and open exchanges but my tragic past which haunted me and seems to always last

Caught her dice as they were willingly cast

And now I just live in treasured memories of our beloved past

Before my ghosts with familiar faces from a tragic cast

Destroyed our love and smashed our dreams

As they marked our cards to live as two lonely outcasts

Copyright John Duffy

A rather sad film, I recently watched inspired this.

Deep depression from childhood traumatic events can be blamed for so many lives going to waste. Salute.

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Lilith. The Gas Lighter of All Known Worlds.

Her fake but effective pagan tears Fall violently

Crushing spellbound gods and addicted kings or queens Into crudely obsessed entities

As she casually makes her occult translucent potions and mesmerising spells Filled with twisted versions of the truth

  Which she uses as her prayer summations That systematically amputate Conjured worlds

Summoned by her black and golden orchestral bells

Rendering the importance of adopting fraudulent glamour For customary regulations

As divine authorities  

High up in unseen nations

  Cavort 

Twirl and shake their immortal sledgehammers Mere mortals can’t glimpse beyond the red scope and dark rim

Of that infinite unbroken Dream Kingdom

A purple niche where she's built a heavily guarded silver penitentiary To sustain the endless cries of incessant desperation and petitions

Of unspoken dark desires and to hold in absolute bondage The poor casualties of an ever-increasing surge Of whaling dispositions

Who cry out

Seeking pleasure like white shining smiling crystal meth or cocaine addicts For a familiar taste of that sweet lie

  Which will lead them marching up the Yellow Brick Road High on her metaphorical white powder

To a glorious waste 

For a quick fix

To a new Emerald City where she stands clad in black leather and red lipstick To welcome them

Her new acolytes

  Holding her strong muscular golden adorn hands high Shaking to the ever-watchful afterlife in the ever-fading lights

Emanating an aura filled with shadows of unfulfilled hopes and broken dreams beyond

Death and decay 

  She screams as she sows the seeds of Degradation with

'I'm coming for you motherfucker Before you come for fucking me

So pray  You don't get in my way

Before I welcome you into my depraved scary Garden of Eden

Are your hungry eyes and contorted soul ready to give me What I fucking need

Before I start fucking feeding' Copyright John Duffy   Quite a dark piece.The ending just danced and screamed into life. Wouldn't an aggressive dark queen use profanity? I think so.Salute.

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If Lust could speak

(A lone voice whispers) Yes I'm that beloved eternal being from whence all gloriously emotionally notorious pain

And sexual heartbreaking anxiety but also soul rousing feelings stems Like the precious aroma of an exquisite expensive perfume I can invade like an insidious thief Any particular room From throne rooms to the janitor's room to tempt you to sin I'll invite you If you dare welcome me in To see the world through my new crystalline lens As your soul is finally allowed to mature As it's put through all my exceptionally complicated But sophisticated extraordinary fires To be eventually willingly or unwilling cleansed In new lands

Where you'll either live in love or all alone like one of the many

  Wandering lost and feeling cursed and condemned Filled with endless bitterness until the very end

Copyright John Duffy

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Spellbound

(A lone voice whispers) You stand out in any given room You suddenly choose to appear in

Unbounded and unapologetic Always wearing stunning yellow

As your dark eyes whisper of something so erotically tangible and electric Yet deceptively mischievous but always so dammed deliciously salacious

A soul I could only dream to swallow

Your luscious eyes glisten with a wild shimmer of Dante's nine spheres of Heaven

In a mesmerising all-consuming reflection of Paradiso

An explicit tapestry of love that moves the sun and all the stars Tempting me to always say Yes and send to the slaughterhouse

Her twin brother called No

It's such a hypnotic spell filled with dark strands of hypersexual temptations I cannot deny

A trip to a layer cake of such rich exquisite opulent exotic tastes

This audit of plaudits is for you Goddess of the Dark Skies whose powers to lay waste

Beckon forth strangers to alluring welcoming gates

Heralding unknown conquests entwined around a thirst They can then never ever sate

A place where lost souls wallow and whisper calling for soulmates As they journey blindly but knowingly to die

A seasoning of Aphrodite's glory they all implore As they line up adoringly with the meek

Seeking a seat at her so engaging table

A place they'd all run to if summoned Willingly and able

Just to feel her touch and suffer her reach if only for a day From this matrix's dichotomy of ever-spinning broken dreams

They pray daily to breach So they too like me, can begin

Newly baptised by augmented emotions to preach Copyright John Duffy     

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The Song of Lysander

Like the old gods Sleeping under the sea's We pray to the skies So it will be To spirits of family and friends All around us Unseen Circling free We look to the skies So it will be To the shadows Hiding our dreams We beseech the night So it will be To the emotions Unleashed Setting us free Through corridors Of mind We look within Finding strength So it will be Like the old gods Sleeping under the sea's We pray to the skies So it will be Blessed Be Copyright John Duffy A pagan melody to the olde gods.