Lovers ~ Before and After

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Isis of Crisis
The silken road
of Afghan calm
that led me to Isis
The Queen Supreme
of my Karma Crisis
Born upon a desert storm
and a broken seance
There patiently
she awaits for me
at the Mirage Oasis

Greeting me in style
with her crystalline smile
and a “Hello Sailor!
Any port in a storm?”
As the Blue Nile
was bleeding down
my starboard arm
Seeping in from the ink
under our shedding skin
to the steps
of her gilded throne
In that river delta
of helter skelter
the sediments of passion
all turning to stone
Fossilized in sentiment lost
The reflections
of her mirrored face
appeared without a trace
in a breath of frost
As my life lines
were fully erased
then held for ransom
A life of a thousand deaths
A thousand lives to die again
where the saltwater
meets the desert sand
The flood waters rising
Her love dissolving
the wild child
of stormwater
in the cauldron
of her fiery baptism
Upon a barren crest
a starburst shattered
in the wilderness
of a frozen desert
As the scars
of an ancient thirst
softly whispered,
“For the love of God …
we could do you no harm.
Within that still beating heart,
against our sting of tempted fate,
was placed a golden charm.”

But my heart
was no longer in it
I was left bereft
in a bohemian attic
Remembering only
her forgotten music
And drinking goldfish
at the shopping mall
of all things plastic
When Captain Ahab
came to me and said,
“Forget the goldfish.
Let’s go hunt for whale!
And remember Ishmael,
God himself, he is
always listening
regardless of where
you’re sailing
and who’s bell
ye be ringing.”
So I thought, why not?
I’ll go along
as the committee of glum
was sounding a false alarm
Erasing the ‘Tit’
from the prow
of the Goodship Titanic
With a shout from the stern
as from an iron pulpit
… “Original sin
from the depths is rising!
And Isis, what is that
you are smoking?”
Guilt sinking in
a cold Atlantic panic
The firstmate succumbing
to a freezing of the brain
Leaving Isis
in a vegetative state
Time to escape
About that time
the lone sailor hit the fan
With an inner voice
giving a choice
of pure rebellion
I was made first grade
by the great ‘I AM’
No need to apologize
to any zealous man
amongst the dead
or the quick
Yet I soon lost my lust
for whaling
after harpooning
the elusive Moby Dick
So, as from a flock
of rapacious raptors
I ran back
down the track
to that silken road
of Afghan calm
Awaiting the Uber Rapture
as my juggling days
all but over
Swept over the falls
balls and all
into a whirlpool of desire
Yet the familiar
never ever
felt quite the same
Forever given
a loving taste
of the great beyond
with forgiving grace
Meanwhile
Isis sits patiently
under trees of palm
as she orders
her favourite cocktail
‘Revenge upon
the Dunes of Ruin’
And reciting
from her Book of Harm
a blessing for Ishmael
the sailor of fortune
Four sheets to the wind
and under full sail
as he plies
life’s turgid ocean

~ by david redpath ยฉ 2018

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The Transit of Venus

Venus gliding
upon the waves
Step aboard
my unworthy vessel
my rapacious Rapunzel
With hair flowing down
wild from a golden crown
Mere words can only fail
What the heart knows
but can never tell
Love like a silken flower
upon an ivory tower
rising up from stony ground
Deep within
with heavy sighing
to the heavens gasping
“Oh God!”
that ‘little death’
of love … resurrecting
grasping together forever
within one diluvian breath
Ever giving life meaning
beyond rhyme and reason
The hours redeeming
with full blown passion
Celebrations sacred
In unity worshiping
This heart has known
the broken floor
and the open door
A spirit united and ignited
touched by the Presence
The transit of Venus
across my horizon descending
A dollop of heaven sent
upon a scollop shell riding
A shot of loving grace
Time itself trembling
in the vacuum of space
That love from above
I just can’t quit it
I’m in the thick of it
Love without question
as she turns
a tantric glance
in my direction
leading me to burn
A heathen reborn
upon the threshold of heaven
Leaving me love sick
My earthly kingdom for
an everlasting touch
of true love’s perfection

~ by David B. Redpath ยฉ 2018

Artwork:
‘Venus Rising From the Sea’
~ by Titian

Photography:
David B. Redpath ยฉ 2019

123 thoughts on “Lovers ~ Before and After”

      1. Ours don’t just sting, they slime … with acid.
        I’ve only been seriously ‘slimed’ once.
        I thought my heart was going to stop.
        But all things considered, the splash of
        saltwater is worth it. Keep on paddling.
        ~ David

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      1. Not at all! ๐Ÿ˜„ I didn’t want to repeat my other comment, but Your work fascinates me as I quite literally, physically feel I’m being transported. Today is was a roll of waves. Probably sounds crazy! But Your words are vessels. I’ve not experienced quite the same thing with poetry before. Different people’s work touch me in different ways….but Yours is so visceral. Really cool!!! ๐Ÿ™‚

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      2. Thank you very much Katy
        for your encouraging words.
        I don’t know what to say,
        but I’ll say it anyway …
        To write it, I first had to live it.
        To seed the imagination with
        experience, and let the process,
        the Dreamtime of the Spirit,
        do the rest. ~ David

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    1. Thanks 4 reading …
      Like a coin, I felt the word ‘Rapacious’ has two sides.
      The uncaring, devouring beast … like a Raptor.
      And a lover who is jealous for your love.
      If your lover isn’t ‘grasping’ and ‘greedy’ for you,
      then perhaps you have but a good friend
      … with benefits.
      I did want to use the word in two lights.
      Thanks again for noticing. ~ David

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  1. Beautiful narrative poems.

    Iโ€™ve often wondered whether any one in our time is capable of writing an epic poem like Homerโ€™s Iliad, Virgilโ€™s Aeneid or Miltonโ€™s Paradise Lost.

    Reading these two poems of yours, I think youโ€™re one whoโ€™s capable of doing it.

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    1. Too, too kind Dracul.
      We sit and tremble
      upon giant shoulders.

      I had a bash at Paradise found,
      after being lost …
      with Homer as the host.
      When you’ve plenty of time,
      Dracul, check out my
      ‘Used Lover Blues’ post
      … if you’d be so kind.

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  2. My Queen (Inanna),
    You are all devouring in Your power,
    You kept on attacking like an attacking storm,
    Kept on blowing (louder) than the howling storm,
    Kept on thundering (louder) than Ishkur,
    Kept on moaning (louder) than the evil winds,
    Your feet grew not weary,
    You caused wailing to be uttered on the “lyre of lament.”
    ~Enheduanna
    Poor goddess of love is in a lot of pain, it sounds like

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      1. I don’t believe Love was always so
        But when love turned to lust
        Envy, pride, deceit and wrath followed
        The drums of war, and trumpets sounded
        And the goddess of life became the whore of Babylon

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      2. Esther, Love’s namesake, also through seduction
        But the spin there is in a whole other direction
        Semiramis was probably a greater warrior than old Nimrod
        Assyrians be battle crazy, and she was fighting patriarchy at home as well

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      3. One must fight to defend one’s human rights
        But a vision cycle may ensue
        Finding that perfect balance between passivity and action
        I find is near impossible… my present dilemma
        Not to act is death, to act without prudence brings more hurt
        Best to leave it all in His hands, and just have faith
        Torn and broken, faith and hope in Him
        Are the only things left… And they can become everything

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      4. Man not made to be a doormat;

        “Don’t want to burn nobody,
        don’t want to be burned.
        Don’t want to learn from nobody,
        what I gotta unlearn.
        Don’t want to cheat nobody,
        don’t want to be cheated.
        Don’t want to defeat nobody
        if they already been defeated.
        But if you do right to me baby
        I’ll do right to you too.
        Ya got to do unto others
        like you’d have them,
        like you’d have them,
        do unto you.” ~ Bob Dylan

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    1. Thank you very much, Ivor.
      For many a seafaring memory
      this jolly shanty did stir.
      Yes, the Captain, he was
      as good as his broken word.
      I still have that piece of gold
      never to be bought, or sold.
      Of that merry crew, only me left
      in this land lover’s world.
      Singing …
      Di Di Di Di DA Di DE Di Di ๐ŸŽถ

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  3. Beautifully written as always, David. You have a unique style, with great double and triple rhymes, powerful weaving of words transitioning from the ancient times and gods till the most modern topics, coming back and forth. Love the artworks too!

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      1. Reading your poems, paired with these beautiful, epic, artworks will also do that to you โ€“ I especially like your poem about Venus, rapacious and with a โ€˜little death.โ€™ So โ€˜full bodied.โ€™

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  4. As the scars
    of an ancient thirst
    softly whispered,
    โ€œFor the love of God โ€ฆ
    we could do you no harm.
    Within that still beating heart,
    against our sting of tempted fate,
    was placed a golden charm.โ€
    Especially loved these lines…

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    1. I think perhaps a glimpse as I transversed
      a foreign country, known as The Past.
      Only to find that the present is a daily gift ๐Ÿ˜Ž
      Thanks Aruna, for I’m wide awake. And like
      Ulysses, deliriously happy tied to the mast.

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      1. In the book , ‘Hesse’s Veil of Isis’, it’s an
        impatient youth seeking truth, who lifts
        the viel.
        As a metaphor representing the
        inaccessibility of nature’s secrets, it is
        mankind himself lifting the veil of Isis.
        Hope we don’t all turn to dust just yet.
        Perhaps science will get our fingers burnt.

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      2. ah, un unnamed youth. I’d always taken it for a warning story about tasting the fruit (knowledge) of the other tree, the tree of Life, of hidden spiritual knowledge before one was sufficiently morally developed.

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      3. Itโ€™s an intriguing multifaceted allegory.
        With Isis represented as the goddess of life,
        her hidden truths wouldโ€™ve involved the
        the transcendental world as well as the
        natural world.

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  5. You seem to like the female form
    and heroes when their hearts were warm
    and tender in their passion’s fires
    that satisfy’s our own desires
    Lost in the mists of times gone by
    I wonder why?
    Sibyl X

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      1. You are born of the right time, like every other time you’ve been here, in this real live game of chess.
        For what it’s worth, I’m told you’ve been here 19 times before, SON of HEAVEN.
        Sibyl X

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      2. You can breath a sigh of relief
        You wont be needed again.
        It’s got nothing to do with belief
        It’s time for the Heavens to reign.

        It’s to do with the SCIENCES being able to PROVE our real claims.

        Surely Ancestry.com can only help with inherited genes roots, which have helped us come to terms with our own, many descendants, diverse routs memory cells’ feelings etc..
        You are an individual SPIRIT person who doesn’t want to be tormented by a diseased gene’s alien thoughts, just like family, friends and people like we who are quite entitled to agree to disagree.

        Lots of Love to all who sail in our Sanity’s KIN-SHIP
        Sibyl X

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      3. PS. For pure thoughts’ sanity’s sake, and
        Temptation inhibitors SOULS Minds’ make.
        I think it’s only fair to point out
        In the beginning only carnal thoughts
        lite fires in our males’ desires
        Sperm warfare on Germs Fatal Destruction.
        But in the end, the Horrors intend
        to defend the sex-drives’ Fatal Corruption.
        Temptation’s induction.
        Sibyl X

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      4. In the beginning
        it was all good
        But Man sought the big thrill
        instead of taking a chill pill
        and doing like he should
        Our DNA diluted
        and highly polluted
        since the word dot
        Life should be sweet
        without all the bitter
        Like a pillar of salt
        with the whole damn lot ๐Ÿ˜Ž

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      5. Disillusionment is a thing
        A hard choice to overcome
        Never been my problem
        You first needed to have
        bought into the illusion . . . ๐Ÿค”

        “Broken hands
        On broken ploughs,
        Broken treaties, broken vows,
        Broken pipes, broken tools,
        People bending broken rules
        Hound dog howling,
        Bull frog croaking,
        Everything is broken.”
        ~ Bob Dylan

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      6. PS. I used the word ‘disillusionment’ with Empathy, because it’s justified.
        Mental wounds that fester into bitterness usually become Malevolent, from passive psychosis to aggressive insanity.
        So one can only discern and make a difference when and where one can, without drowning in the fear their malevolence creates.
        Lots of Love & Compassion
        Sibyl X

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  6. Purgatory is a place between Heaven & Hell, and being Earthed is it.
    There’s no quick fix within this mix of Good Beings and EVIL Entities.
    Sod’s Law has/is having a bloody WAIL of a time trying to separate the two
    in our DNA Tree of Good & Evil.
    Sod’s Law is perpetrated by Jupiter’s Ganymede who is depicted as a beautiful youth . . .
    Sampson’s power wasn’t really in his hair
    Rapunzel’s story shows a Gene had blossomed in an heir.
    Delilah Gothal’s gall rose and blossomed in her ire
    She became a crone that died when the shard sliced of heir’s hair.
    From Gothic Grimm beginnings to back to the future as it once was in HEAVEN.
    The magic mirror on life’s wall saw it all, while Romancing Achillies’ Girls.
    Sibyl X

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    1. Earth … a good place to purge
      that broken vainglorious urge.
      For the answer, my friend,
      like hair gently flowing in the wind
      is ever knocking at the door,
      patiently waiting to be let in.

      “The Spirit searches all things,
      even the deep things of God.
      For who knows a personโ€™s thoughts
      except their own spiritย within them?
      In the same way no one knows the
      thoughts of God except the Spirit of God.
      What we have received is not the spiritย of
      the world,ย but the Spirit who is from God,
      so that we may understand what God has
      freely given us.ย This is what we speak, not
      in words taught us by human wisdomย but
      in words taught by the Spirit, explaining
      spiritual realities with Spirit-taught words.”
      ~ Paul of Tarsus

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  7. It never ceases to amaze me how many references you can manage to incorporate into a single poem! Here, you’ve included everything from Isis and Moby Dick to Charles Manson (Helter Skelter). The references are sometimes humorous, sometimes powerful, sometimes haunting. Bravo!

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    1. Thank you very much, Anna.
      All the stuff, that gets in, just seems to
      percolate in a back room, till I open the
      door to let some air in. The Sun shines โ›…
      and I let synchronicity do the rest . . .
      and trust that the Spirit is in with it ๐Ÿ™ ๐Ÿ˜Ž

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