Like links in a chain
I was strung out
somewhere between
those merry little elves
reaching for the light
and the servants of pain
dwelling in the dark
Having spent
a lifetime bent
circling the extreme
of an astral plain
within a fevered brain
headed down the drain
The ecstasy
and the insanity
Yet the message was sent
Called by name . . .
“Be wholly sane!
And man …
don’t forget to repent!
You’ll never be the same.”
No doubt
just what that meant
Setting my face like flint
for a Kingdom event
with a newborn glint
High time to quit
that losing game
For now I’m tapping
a flowing vein
I know not
from whence it came?
Hope, faith, and love
… what a surprise !
Making it nice
A savage beast to tame
A miracle to my eyes
Should I try to refrain
or fly the friendly skies?
To wrestle the pestle
in a mortar of spice
seasoned to death
with morphia and lies?
A bite
of bitter delight
is that free lunch
courtesy of Hell’s Kitchen
With hungry me
never counting the cost
Justice is a dessert
slow in coming
Throughout
all the pleasure
of plundered treasure
and all the pain
beyond mortal measure
there was never anyone else
but myself to blame
A head
in the jaws
of a heavy metal vice
Has the best of what’s left
all been spent
or left for last
on just one throw of the dice?
The spirit aflame
The soul yet to tame
The body to rust
For I do enjoy the high
of skating around
upon this quest majesté
To gracefully glide
and at times
awkwardly slide
across the thin ice
of a cosmic jest
Always by my side
an honoured guest
who’s paid the price
for me to be
in this roller derby
of a high stakes game
All wisdom to gain
Holy mindfulness
beyond earthly wealth
and fleeting fame
With peace
unsurpassed
the welcoming host
reaching out
to a world that’s lost
That’s me
between the black
and the white
hopping the tracks
of a midnight train
coming into sight
and heading out
on the road again
Words & Artwork:
David B. Redpath © 2018 – 2020
“I will bring the blind by a way
that they don’t know. I will lead
them in paths that they don’t know.
I will make darkness light before
them, and crooked places straight.
I will do these things, and I will
not forsake them.”
~ Book of Isaiah
Photography;
Linda & David Redpath © 2018-2020
I really do like your painting. This may not mean much cos I’ve never really gotten art. Yours, yours I get
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Thanks Yumi …
You need not know Art , to know what you like.
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I guess…
U can call me pinz
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Always felt odd about it tho. You know, everyone is oohing and I’m blank..
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Did you paint that!? Its incredible. The post too is so well written.
Happy writing!
Check out my blog, if you can give some suggestions , that would be great.
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Thank you … Anavats.
And yes , the artwork is mine.
Acrylic on a very small canvas.
I’m a blogging novice too, so best
ask an award winning blogger.
But your site looks very professional.
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hey! My name is Ananya…. “ananvats” is just my user name.
You really have a great talent. Keep Going!
Award winning Blogger will be too experienced ….someone like normal crowds opinion is much better for me. I value your opinion. Thank you. ….My blog looks professional, is it a good thng or a bad thing!?
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To each their own Ananya .
A professional look is in the eye of the blogger.
I’ve kept things simple as I’m a technophobe,
and could do no other. But I have admired the
graphic wizardry achieved on some sites.
I feel it’s the Art that is paramount, the content.
Be it the written word, or graphic expression.
( Or the call to rebellion )
The rest is window dressing. And The content
should be You. Your freedom of expression boldly
on display. Short and sweet, or long but relevant.
For there are plenty just chatting away …
and time on line is a precious commodity.
All the best Ananya. I’ll be reading you in the future.
~ David R.
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Love your painting and this poem.
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Thanks Christopher.
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Fantastic writing and painting David.
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Thanks for hitting the road awhile.
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Any time.
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I’m happy that you are back on your road! 🙂
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‘Like a band of Gypsies
we go down the highway’.
… Thanks Newrana.
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Love the writing and the painting David.
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Glad you liked it, Punam.
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You are welcome David.
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“An enormous force bends all lines into circles.”
― Joseph Chilton Pearce
The painting is phenomenal and it blends so well with the poetic astral plane concept.
One of my favorite works by you. 🙂
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“May the circle be unbroken…”
Thank you very much, Charlie.
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You welcome, David.
All circles are broken, the intergalactic revolution has begun. 🙂
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Especially those revolving circles of gravitational servitude.
Viva la revolución!
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Exactly. A portal to the otherworldly must take us to new heights and adventures. 🙂
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I love those lines “Always by my side an honoured guest who’s paid the price for me to be in this high stakes game.”
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Thanks Chris.
A fleeting glimpse …
yet, a lifetime to frame.
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… counting the cost
and heading out
on the road … again: I love how this ends. Being on the road again –that’s what life is all about. And counting the cost is wisdom.
And this is a very good painting!
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Thanks exceedingly, Basilike.
My favourite piece of Blues Boogie
is ‘On the Road Again’, by
Canned Heat (not the Willie one).
So I was paying a private tribute.
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I love that song too.
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My dear mother left me
When I was quite young.
She said, “Lord, have mercy
On my wicked son!”
… True.
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I’m sorry about your mum.
Are you a wicked son?
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Bad to the bone 🐉.
Never disagree with
the Mother Superior.
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Would you like some snails then?
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Escar got me in garlic butter. Escar tastes just
like chicken too 👍.
No bones about it, Escargot.
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You truly are a wicked man to drown snails in garlic and butter and then call them escargot!
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Is it so mean?
Butter is much better
than margarine!
And garlic keeps
the vamps away.
I read that
in a magazine.
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It must have been a vengeful magazine, full of spite and giving free spikes with every issue.
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It was ‘Vegan Now’ magazine, loudly declaring,
don’t eat snail or cow 🐄.
That meat is a bad scene.
No escargot
for this little duck!
With my meagre cuisine
them snails of Paris
and those cows of Texas
are truly in luck.
Garlic butter
best for cooking pasta.
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A vegan magazine? Ha!
I bet it didn’t have one single recipe on how to cook nettles.
(Pasta with garlic sauce is love for ever.)
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You can distill anything
in a copper kettle.
Aniseed, potato peels,
even nettles.
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Agreed. But you can also eat nettles.
How do you know so much about distilling in copper kettles? I hope you haven’t subscribed to the Witch Today magazine.
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‘Bootlegger’s Digest’….
another fine publication.
I use an iron cauldron for
that other crafty stuff.
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You do wise to use an iron cauldron. With copper there is a risk of poisoning your clients who just came to you for a love potion.
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With just a dash of copper.
It helps with arthritis, and gives the spells some polish.
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I use furniture polish for that polished potion look, but don’t tell them.
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My broomstick could use some.
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Still using that old thing? Adds some color, I suppose. I’ve moved on to the vacuum cleaner. Much faster, and shows you’re keeping up with what’s new in the profession.
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I tried a robot vac …
the MyGenie ZX1000 Robotic Vacuum Cleaner
to be precise, but it broke
the first time I sat on it ?!
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I hope you asked for your money back. Or did you curse the salesperson?
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What money ?! Basilike,
you don’t pay for things?
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I do! I found out that if you pay for things, it’s easier to shake off the stigma of the evil witch, and be more accepted by society (good for business!)
Besides, I can always turn myself into a big bully later, beat them up and take the money back. And no one suspects it was me.
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Consumer rights not too
great here. We got bitten by the American dog eat dog
corporate vulture culture.
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That’s a bad, bad dog. Bites everyone.
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I guess it’s the same
the world over.
Corporate crooks beware,
come the revolution
bad rover will be looking
for a new owner.
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What’s a bad rover?
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A “running dog 🐕” of capitalism.
The unchained hound of globalism.
Furry, feral, and mean to small children.
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Not furry and fluffy at all?
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Scruffy, greedy,
& environmentally unclean.
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Uh-oh…
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Don’t worry Basilike,
they’re paper tigers really 🐅.
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But I’m terrified of paper tigers, David! They are so… terrific.
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I’m more concerned about
those running dog lackeys of the Bourgeoisie, that
Chairman Mao Tse-tung
warned me about, over a
lovely meal of pork dumplings.
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Ah, the wonderful Bourgeoisie! Such elegance, such beauty, such illiteracy! What’s wrong with them?
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Mass opium, according
to my friend Meow Tse-tung.
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Meow is correct.
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The Wicked Witch of the
West feared the Chairman, but really, he was just a big
pussy 🐱. She then tried
to panda 🐼 to him, but he
toyed with her, like a cat
plays with a rat 🐀.
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Maybe they are just souls whose intentions are good, oh Lord please don’t let them be misunderstood (but I doubt it),
.
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That would be more burden
than poor Eric could handle !
For sometimes …
I feel a little mad
Every mother’s son
Playing the angle
But don’t you know
that no one alive
can always be an angel
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Who is poor Eric?
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Eric Burdon and the Animals.
They had a big hit with
‘Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood’
back in the 60’s.
Sorry Basilike, I forgot that you’re way too young to have made the connection.
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So the ‘appear way too young’ spell has worked! Thank you!
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And I’m old enuff
to know better,
but I’m a sucker
for a Black Magic Woman
wearing a raspberry beret,
playing Carlos Santana.
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Can she leave her hat on?
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As if by magic … or elastic.
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Plastic fantastic?
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…the ecstatic poetic.
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The Bold and the Beautiful, the Young and the Restless.
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As the world turns,
the day belongs to the boldest,
and youth is beautifully wasted.
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Sometimes not so beautifully.
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Of Course! What was I thinking?!
So sorry, I seem to have got momentarily lost in the delusion of an American Soap Opera?!
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It happens to the best of us, Ridge.
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I’m O.K. now … Ridgy Didge.
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Of course, I only use my
powers for good. And
I really like a good deal.
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beautiful poem and picture…read it over and over…
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Crimson and clover …
thanking you, Geetika.
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yeah, my ,my, what a sweet thing…welcome…
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Excellent painting and your writing too 👍👍
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Thanks you very much, Srikanth.
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It’s a great journey isn’t it David!
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A trip of a lifetime, BeeZeeGee.
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Absolutely. Highs and lows. Like a roller coaster at times lol
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Like a felonious flea
riding high upon
a busy buzzing bee.
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Love the art!!
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Thanks, Luiza.
I find myself exposed to it.
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The oxymoron and the rhymes are lit✨✨…,lovely poem
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Thanks you very much, Priscilla.
Perhaps a reflection from
a culture of contradiction?
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Exceptional David
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Thank you, Mairi.
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Love your painting… and text…
I love to paint to…
Kiss
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You should post your
artwork. But then I do
like the black & white
photography. Especially
on a ‘dark night’.
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I love black & white photography, and i try to pick the right ones for the texts… The one on dark night is breathless.. ❤
My artwork is on facebook only, not here… but is so simple compaired to yours…
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Thanks Miss Kitty 🐱.
I’ll go facebook for a look
of curiosity.
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What are you doing in the desert?
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On a three month trek
in outback northern
Australia, having a holiday.
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Ah!!! thats great!! Enjoy…
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Between
insanity and vanity….indeed?
I hear you find Kerouac tedious.
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Who told you that, Bojana?!
That was my guilty little beat
secret.
But the road does, at times,
get seriously tedious.
That’s why it is reserved for
the rambunctious free spirit.
You never see old people
hitching a ride.
But perhaps that’s the wisdom
of surviving a ride on the
wild side?
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You told Balisilike. I was eavesdroping.
It’s nice to mix both. Hit the road when u want to get away from home and go back home when it gets tedious on the road.
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I have white line fever.
But at least I’ve outrun
the cold southern winter.
Like an Australian duck
I flew over the cuckoo’s nest
and north for the winter.
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Is nothing sacred, Bojana?
I had the impression that the seal of confession
is applied at the Church
⛪ of WordPress commentary?
I must’ve been mistaken!
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I promise not to tell. Your secret’s safe with me.
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Bless you, Sister Bojana.
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ROFL
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Beautiful!
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Thank you, Mariot.
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If you decide to go out on the road again, where would you go, David? Do you have a destination in mind or just a journey? You have a wife, will you take her along, or would short hop for you that she herself might want to skip?
The last stanza raises so many questions. Maybe there’s another poem there with the answers?
Of the three poems I’ve read on your blog, I like best this one. I think that’s for the message, the questions at the end.
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Thanks for taking the time
to read, and comment, Paul.
These days I always travel with
the love of my life, Lindy.
We are both free range
anthropologists, not tourists.
So, for us, travel is a must.
We are heading to Nepal &
India next, with friends who’ve
lived in that part of the world.
I was a Buddha child, in the house of Zen, so it will be
for me like a spiritual
homecoming. I now know
the King returning. So, with
my loving wife, life is a win.
Thanks Paul for asking.
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Anthropology? Cultural, I assume. Anthro was my first love of the sciences, and I took one of my two minors in it. Good times.
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Yes Paul, anthropology.
The big selfie of humanity
… Alway fascinating.
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As always, your words hit the spot, and that from someone who normally doesn’t get drawn to any kind of poetry. Thanks for changing that!
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I think maybe, the spot
hit me.Thanks for taking the journey.
‘Poetry is not only dream and vision; it is the skeleton architecture of our lives. It lays the foundations for a future of change, a bridge across our fears of what has never been before’.
~ Audre Lorde
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Outstanding words complimented by an outstanding painting!
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Thank you very much, Eugenia.
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Wonderful art and poetry
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Thank you very much, Soiba.
You’re most welcome here
on my humble highway.
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Great post …some Willie Nelson lyrics … On the Road Again!
Just can’t wait to get on the road again
The life I love is makin’ music with my friends
And I can’t wait to get on the road again
On the road again
Goin’ places that I’ve never been
Seein’ things that I may never see again,
And I can’t wait to get on the road again.
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It’s a grateful dead heat
between Willie Nelson
and Canned Heat …👍
Just as long as your feet
meet the street 😎
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the astral plain of your canvas terrain
light and life, softness with edge,
a bit of laughter and a lot of serious
black and white and shades of grey, but bright with colour
and not at all tedious.
that’s the way, uh-huh uh-huh
i like it. :))
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Black and White …
that’s the way I was going to paint it
… But then the grey had it’s way
and the flames let the colour in 🔥🌈
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It’s really beautiful and I love hearing this bit of process ✨👌
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Thank you astronomically, Nadine 💛
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Your getting on the road again gives us
the promise of more wonder views and landscapes.
Safe travels.
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Thank you, Drew.
A friend gave me a new camera,
so of course, I needed to go and
break it in 😎
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Your painting….😍❤
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Molte grazie, Rakkelle 💛 😎
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Brilliance, Vibrance, Intelligence, Vision, Experience, and Understanding is what your writing brings to thought. ‘All wisdom to gain
beyond wealth and fame’…Yes!!
Is that you that has been knocking at my poetry door? Wasn’t sure. The ‘B’ threw me for a loop.🤔 David, your writing is a journey in itself! ✌️
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Thank you most sincerely
for that generous commentary 🙏
Yes, I’ve been a knockin’ ..
as the world keeps a rockin’ 🌎
Seeking a shot of Mythology.
Negotiating the ins & outs
of WordPress isn’t easy
for a technophobe on the run🏃
Apparently there are a few
of me out in cyberspace, so
I added the B. to distinguish
the real me 🤔
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Ahha! The ‘B’redentials to true identity, who knew the proof was in the ‘B’? Knock no more to an open door, and be or not to be!😀 You’re welcome David! Safe travels and happy trails👟👟👟👟👟👟
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David, thank you for the often times in which you have stopped by my silly blog. I appreciate your momentary visit! ☀️
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I was missing your poetic inspiration 💛
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How very sweet of you to say! Thank you! My words come from my heart, not my head! 😄
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“High time to quit
that losing game
For now I’m tapping
a flowing vein”
I agree with Nadine for the most part. The combination of serialized humor is totally awesome. Each sentence is able to drag shadows beyond the darkness, into the blue.
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I guess that shooting gallery
humour is an acquired taste?
For once you get the gist
you run the risk of being left
howling in the street 🤔
Thanks Watt for tapping the beat.
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Being out on the Road certainly inspires beautiful poetry and beautiful photography on your part, David.
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I’m really enjoying your blog it’s so unique and inspiring–
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Thanks you so much, Kathy 🙏
That is surprising …
as I’m so ordinary and boring 😎
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Me too🌻 ha!
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It’s good we can all get together
… on social media 🦋😅
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The bonest of bon voyages to Y’all!!! You just pasted a HUGE smile across my face and on my heart. Thank You and YAY! Cheers and Rock on!!! 🙂
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Been cruising at ground level Zero
with an attitude of high altitude.
Just about at the end of my bungee
rope, so with a prayer of hope, I’ll
soon be touching down in Hometown.
Thanks Katy for your positive energy 🙏
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Ah! Always fun to come home as well. SOOOO fun to watch Y’alls travels!!! 🙏🏼
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Thanks for climbing aboard the
Road Train of Highway Bloggery, Katy.
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My absolute pleasure!!! 🙂
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“Has the best of what’s left all been spent or left for last on one throw of the dice?” A question we must all ask ourselves, as time grows short.
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Yes Anna, I think Bob Dylan said it best;
Counterfeited philosophies
have polluted all of your thoughts.
Karl Marx has got ya by the throat,
Henry Kissinger’s got you tied up
in knots.
You got innocent men in jail,
your insane asylums are filled.
You got unrighteous doctors
dealing drugs that’ll never
cure your ills.
You got men who can’t hold their peace
and woman who can’t control their tongues.
The rich seduce the poor
and the old are seduced by the young.
Adulterers in churches
and pornography in the schools.
You got gangsters in power
and lawbreakers making rules.
Spiritual advisors and gurus
to guide your every move.
Instant inner peace and every step
you take has got to be approved.
Do you ever wonder just what God requires?
You think He’s just an errand boy to satisfy your wandering desires.
You can’t take it with you and you know
that it’s too worthless to be sold.
They tell you, ‘Time is money’ as if your
life was worth its weight in gold.
There’s a man up on a cross
and He’s been crucified for you.
Believe in His power that’s about all
you got to do.
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain ?
~ Bob Dylan (When You Gonna Wake Up)
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🌺
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🙏 Jooni.
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Why is it I get the feeling that those men standing around you in the bottom pic are plain clothes police?
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Indian rail commuters, in winter.
So they’re all wearing those puffer
jackets. Being a mostly Hindu
country, leather is not in fashion.
The compromise is in the footwear.
Leather sandals are apparently OK?
I once had a neighbour who was a
plain clothed undercover policeman.
He did his job so well he ended up
addicted to heroin. True story, Peter.
Needless to say his employer really
looked after him, after he got the sack
(they didn’t. I’m just being sarcastic).
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So they didn’t all suddenly turn on you with (previously concealed) pointed guns screaming to a man, ‘Freeze! Put your hands in the air!’ ? Of course not. Just my imagination. That was a good movie, The French Connection.
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Different continent, Popeye.
(I was detained for questioning
by the ‘Tourist Police’ in Delhi,
but that’s a whole other story 😎)
I had just disembarked off the
midnight from Jaipur to Udaipur, travelling wirh a few friends from
Australia, in a crowded train with
no other western tourists. I think
it must’ve been unusual, as people
were staring at us and asking if we
were lost?
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I was once detained, no, I lie, several times throughout my life, I was detained by cops, for no other reason then their bloody-mindedness. Once in Ireland when I was on a moped and a squad car screeched to a stop in front of me and four burly bullies in blue brought tears of sadness to my old eyes; another time in Milan when the Italian equivalent (but in plain-clothes) brought their Fiat to a halt in front of me and began to harass me… agh… pathetic… pity them for they know not what they do.
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Living life on the wild side means
the occasional paddy wagon ride 😎
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‘Paddy wagon’ – there’s a slur for you!!!!
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Oops! My sense of modern non
racially profiling political correctness
seems to have left, and left me bereft.
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It’s okay I’ve known some great Irish men who were proud to speak of Paddy
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There’s room in the Paddy
Wagon for everyone 🚔
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And there’s always room in that great Paddy wagon ‘inn’ the sky too!
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Yes, ‘tourist police’ AKA customs and excise protection racketeers.
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I’ve got the photographic evidence
to prove my innocence camera 📷
I’ll be presenting it to the WordPress
jury in an upcoming post. I call it . . .
proving a positive from a negative 😎
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Socrates was good at that–leastways, he was according to Aristophanes!
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“Justice is a dessert slow in coming…” Never a truer word was spoken. May God keep you safe, wherever you go, David.
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Thank you, Anna 🙏 You too 😇
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Brilliant David.
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Thanks Kate 🙏 💛
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Such a beautiful piece of writing ❤️
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That is a beautiful painting. I cannot decipher what you were going after, but it surely is loaded in allegory. Especially the lips over the candle. Stunning, especially the idea.
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It’s all in the eye 👁️💋👁️
of the beholder, Shanyu.
For the painter 🎨
doesn’t have a clue either 😎
Thanks for viewing 🙏
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Well it’s better you leave interpretation to the admirer. I see so much in the painting although it points to this inner void of some sort. Maybe that’s what it was, maybe it wasn’t, but you really got me thinking.
Have a colorful day
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Thank you, Amigo 🙏 😎
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Thank you for your poem.
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Thanks verily🙏
for reading, Dee 😎
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Love painting and this poem ❤️😍
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Thanking you from afar, Astha 🙏
Way down in here in Australia 🇦🇺😎
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This is a fascinating poem…sounds like you’re a Christian wild man, which Jesus would surely enjoy 🙂 But it’s possible I’ve misread the whole piece. At any rate, no offense meant from this very vanilla Christian old lady.
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Yes Zelda, I’m a Jesus child ✝️
🎶 Lord knows, I’m a Jesus child 😇
Thanks for asking 🙏
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Nice to meet you, Brother–I’m aware that you’ve visited my various blogs, so I offer my belated “thank you’s”. May you be abundantly blessed😇.
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Thank you ♾️ You too, Zelda 😎
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Gracias!
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I love your painting! ❤️
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Greatly appreciated,
Gracious One 💛 🙏
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Wow, that painting is like magic!
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Kiitos paljon 🙏 😎
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