Sunshine Mandala

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Mr. Fire-ring Philanthropy
of the Wall Street Diddle
and magnate
of all things plastic
that float upon the sea
to whom do you compare?
31 million light years away
the Whirlpool Galaxy!
Somewhere way past
the Milky Way’s middle
and the black hole
for star dust to recycle

As the quantum leaps
the physics of mechanics
masters of the known universe
praying to manifestations
of the Perpetual Parallelogram
whilst paying their taxes
to Never Never Land
Like sunshine on the shoulder
of Mr. Mandala
The black tie-dyed dysfunction
misfiring on all cylinders
across energy dark oceans
Scouring the cosmos
for the lingering cinders
of big bang smoke rings
Leaving nothing but
trails of toxic compost

All creation unfolding
The pleasure of her planets
beyond all measure
tasting the royal blue
starlight of Rigel
Antares … Mu Cephei
and Canis Majoris
An explosion
of symphonic sampling
The pollen from heaven
… sublime recreation
Treasures of a manifold
universe flowering
within a vortex swirling
The Great Spirit seeding
with divine inspiration

All creation declaring
“The Starry Host …
but a breath of his mouth”
Stars forming
and not a one missing
Led forth and called by name
The All in All
all too Majestic
The fact of all matter
flowing and forming
with vibrations ecstatic
The sacred expression
of all creation
… the Word spoken
throughout space and time
in the manner
of intelligent design
Beyond all human
understanding
and the bondage of religion
Tripping the light years
fantastic
Singing the heavenly body
electric and magnetic
Calling you too … by name.
Can you see through
the haze of worldly static?
A galaxy ablaze
The stars are aflame

Can’t you see
through tears of rage
the all too tragic?
North and south now ringing
with the echo of a holocene
upon this shallow age
The mass production
of porcine consumption
East and west
the Earth’s biosphere
threadbare
and getting thin
Like breathing in
the Martian air
submerged and purged
in the gravity of despair

This Lincoln County Road
birthed in cannibalism
The headhunters of globalism
not by half measure
all conquering
Only the extremeophiles
soon to be surviving?

The Ring of Fire
Philanthropist
with all top scientists
embedded in his payroll
by the lure of the money
he begged, borrowed
and stole
But they’ll never cure
his crooked old soul
That overseer
of the Big Diddle
on a downhill rock’n’roll

Bitcoin … just
a mathematical riddle
from the Parallelogram
of all financial scam
In the mad scramble
to take a seat
at the master’s table
do you really wish
to take that gamble?
Deep in the crypt
of cryptocurrency
a curse is brewing
for the false idols
of globalised prosperity
Forces that grapple
within the Grand Apple
of an all seeing eye
at the Shock Exchange
of Do & Die
He who dictates
your life exchange rates
the Sultan of Swindle
that root mean square
patiently awaits
A wolf wearing
sheep skinned underwear
All but over for
a total lunar eclipse
of the merchant banker
on the fiddle

“Why not today ?”
I hear you say
The fat cat too full
to run off with
an ever lovin’ spoonful
The holy cow too busy
making hay
with your social media
harvested information
A black mirror algorithm
calling the tune
to some little dog
who’s had a dishful
As personal freedom
ran away with the spoon

Like being forked
by a goose
and knifed
by some mother
Then dished up for supper
But hey … Mr. Diddle
doesn’t every dog
have his day?
And not a moment too soon
since the Whirlpool Galaxy
31 million light years away
and your shareholders
are now over the Moon

~ david redpath © 2018

Artwork:
‘Sunshine on the shoulder
of Mister Mandala’
(acrylic on canvas)
~ by david redpath © 2018

37 thoughts on “Sunshine Mandala”

    1. Thanks Ortensia.
      An earlier posting that I was playing
      around with last night. Hope you
      weren’t getting E- Pinged as I mucked
      about with it?
      I’m a complete technophobe, so I have
      no idea what I’m doing on a keybroad.

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  1. A thought-provoking piece, to say the least. I love your artwork the most. What is inside the item above the shoulder of Mister Mandala, one might wonder. The lines you wrote could be an answer… of a thousand answers.

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      1. Yes, perhaps all of the above, David. You’re most welcome—your poems always get me thinking. Always something in every line. And, how kind of you to say that about my poems; I am humbled, thank you.

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      1. I hear Coca-Cola’s releasing new drinks aimed at Generation Z, who’ll be nodding its head in approval while reading about the stars which existed once.
        I think stars are getting depressed. They’ll start exploding any time now. We can’t take it. How can they?
        Thank YOU.

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      2. “The Darkness is coming!”
        ~ Doctor Who
        “The darkness has come and
        gone.” ~ Doctor Pepper

        New stars are being born this
        very millennium. With new
        elements for the scientists at
        the Coca-Cola conglomeration
        to experiment on.

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  2. An absolutely brilliant post, David.
    Poetically summing up the nonsense flowing from Trump, the scientists at CERN as well as the Execs at Google and Amazon and all the firms currently dealing in cryptocurrency as well as various stock market manipulations and investment swindles.
    And as the nonsense flows back and forth- the only one true constant- In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God and without Him was not anything made that was made- as it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.

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