A Poetic Warning


A Poetic Warning

I remember
In a former life,
a time of bloodshed
and strife,
seeking the keys
to chaos and disorder
Wisdom ancient
and mystical knowledge
from the secret agent
up for sale
to the highest bidder
Brainwaves alpha
A flash of white light
and the clap of thunder
Had the drifter finally
landed upon a winner?

But just then,
Bob Dylan came
blowing his harmonica
in a psychedelic whirlwind,
tapping me on the shoulder,
singing a poetic warning;

“With a time rusted
compass blade
Aladdin and his lamp
sits with Utopian hermit monks
side saddle on the Golden Calf
And on their promises
of paradise
you will not hear a laugh
All except
inside the Gates of Eden”

~ by david redpath

Quote From ‘Gates of Eden’
~ by Bob Dylan

Artwork: ‘Beyond the Horizon’
~ by david redpath Β© 2018

14 thoughts on “A Poetic Warning”

  1. Despite living way down under,
    thanks to Dylan’s ‘Endless Tour’,
    I’ve had the priveledge
    of attending several performances.
    Once with Tom Petty and
    the Heartbreaker.
    Alas, it breaks my heart to confess
    … of that concert,
    I don’t much remember.

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  2. David, your blog, words, soul are amazing! I love how you see and write truth to the world! How lucky you are to have seen Tom Petty and the heartbreakers! Lost a good one there for sure! I love all of your beautiful photos of the people who live in India. Beautiful truth in those faces. Fantastic all that you live, love, and have seen! Thank you for stopping by to read my nonsense. I don’t have many readers, but maybe Something I write may touch the heart of just one person, young or old, or in between that just might save a soul? We may never know, any of us who write whose life we may touch in a positive way? Just one line! Thank you again for sharing your time upon the pages of my blog! Hold your loved ones tightly, and may you live in an abundance of love!

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    1. Thank you very much for the kind thoughts.
      I find your words very encouraging πŸ™
      I do enjoy reading your profound poetry,
      and have been moved to comment, but alas.
      And yes, by grace, love is the one thing
      in plentiful supply in my life … along with
      a plentiful supply a children 😎

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      1. Plenty supply of children! How wonderful!πŸ˜€ Thank you for a most surprising compliment on the subject of my writing! David, I closed the comment box because there really weren’t any. But. I would love a comment from you when you have time on a letter I wrote to a poet friend who wrote me a beautiful open letter for me when I was leaving a previous poetry site. I’m only online for a few minutes today. The letter is titled ‘Mighty Warers I’ll repost it. This is truly not the correct way to correspond, there seemed to be no email access.πŸ™‚ I have great respect for your work. Please know that my writing is True! I’m aware of the (imagination jokes dead smack in my face) we all have a personal style of writing, mine is my heart. And I am right there in every word! I’ve been through enough, and have fought for my peaceful life. I find it very sad that so many people want fame (even God’s warriors) that they write negativity about fellow writers. Truth is…at the end of the day there are only a handful of truly memorable writers?
        Happy endings…Hope! ✌️

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      2. I’ll be sure to to plug in and check it outπŸ’
        Talking of truly memorable writers, a small
        sample of the monumental, for your Monday
        … It’s Alright Ma (I’m only bleeding);

        Pointed threats,
        they bluff with scorn
        Suicide remarks are torn
        From the fool’s gold mouthpiece
        The hollow horn plays wasted words
        Proves to warn
        that he not busy being born
        Is busy dying . . .

        Disillusioned words like bullets bark
        As human gods aim for their mark
        Made everything from toy guns
        that spark
        To flesh-colored Christs
        that glow in the dark
        It’s easy to see without looking too far
        That not much is really sacred
        While preachers preach of evil fates
        Teachers teach that knowledge waits
        Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
        Goodness hides behind its gates
        But even the president
        of the United States
        Sometimes must have to stand naked

        An’ though the rules of the road
        have been lodged
        It’s only people’s games
        that you got to dodge
        And it’s alright, Ma, I can make it
        ~ Bob Dylan


      3. Yes!! Thank you for reminding me of the previous real people ‘who get it”! I’m sitting quietly with a friend who has lukemia, she’s sleeping soundly. And I’m writing a poem title ‘Walk On Water” . Thank you ever so much! Now ‘shoe’ off and raise the dead in everyone!! πŸ˜€ Bless your πŸ’“ and to your beautiful Linda! (if I may add?)

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      4. Looking forward to reading it.
        Linda is very trebley blessed 😎
        And as a direct consequence
        so am I, whilst in her orbit.
        Thanks for the thought πŸ™
        I hope your friend finds
        peace and restoring rest ✌️


      5. There’s no fool like an old fool.
        So Monday sounds like a good day
        to celebrate that April fact . . .βœ”οΈ
        so thanks for reminding me of that πŸ™


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