He Eat Dolce Vita (Revised)
He fly da vulture
He do stranger danger
He swamp da monster
He got winner envy
He lose by plenty
(Back in Twenty-Twenty
a geriatric beauty contest for
the filthy wealthy rich only)
From one son
Of a carpetbagger
To another son
Of a used car salesman
He cry loudly “Mummy!”
Now he ‘Don da Teflon’
Dat King of Redaction
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He Crypto A Go-Go 💰
He no go hungry
He no good bunny
El Malo Samaritano
Realmente . . . Sí ✔️
He look orange monkey
He da sunshine faker
He hound dog brother
He da Beastie’s bestie
He some mother trucker
Be dat Rosemary’s baby
Bipartinsane 🇺🇸
A Prayer For Rain 🌧 🙏
Secret Happiness (Redux)
In the midst
of an invasive sadness
the reminiscence
of a secret happiness
From peaks of pure light
along the edge
of utter darkness
she came shining bright
my Lady of the Harvest
My Belladonna of the Night
Joyeux Noël‼️
The Doors of Deception [Redux]
Six long weeks
roaming the dry crust
of a sun burnt wilderness
Nothing but rocks
and red dust
The hot desert wind
that flays the skin
now murmuring
with words broken
of souls lost and forsaken
Perhaps it’s far better
upon this alien terrain
I finally surrender
to the haunting trauma
I’ve tried in vain
to never remember?
Rainbow In The Sky 🌈 😎
Above The Clouds …
Art From The Heart (Redux)
Let them go
like the words of a poem
line after line
Let them blossom
or die on the vine
Generations generating
like fish in the ocean
There is a true magic
in all of creation
In the hectic chaotic
the synthetic
especially the genuine
Poetry in motion
extracting the ecstatic
in deepest appreciation
for the beauty sublime
of a glorious planet
This gem of creation
David Redpath 