The Happiness Report
from the pagan haven
of a guarded and gated
sunny seaside resort
Machine tooled
from a block of concrete
Then deposited
upon a mangrove swamp
along a once pristine coast
Now a checkpoint
and a guard tower
cast shadows
across the lungs of nature
dying of tourist cancer
The Armada Piranha
is now docking
The beggars are begging
native children
smiling and waving
at the old slave port
Guns in the sun glistening
An armed escort
with muscles bulging
for the affluent
swimming in effluent
With their sparkling hoard
and an all devouring brood
safely on board
the shuttle bus El Gringo
As the cult of stolen cargo
reads a eulogy for white ivory
the buffet feeders of greed
dine upon a black market fiasco
Nothing cocaines
the profit margins
like a prohibitive embargo
Slave traders and white bankers
dancing a global tango
The White Rhino
… been and gone
In the bliss of ignorance
like a carnival sideshow
evil hides and thrives
at the Festival of Happiness
with the Mother of All Sorrow
The suntan lotion toxic
liberally applied
with radioactive plastic
Carbonated drinks served
upon a sea of carbolic acid
Dead coral broken
by crafts of pleasure
Fossil fuel spilling
upon living water
Mother Nature
felled and dredged
now but a shadow
being slowly put down
for a culture shallow
Like sheep
bred fed and led
on a package tour
to a biodiverse slaughter
The primate of destruction
a disfunctional weapon
of plastic mass production
Kiss goodbye
Yellow Fin Tuna
The Blue Fin
and the majestic Marlin
soon to follow
Perish the thought
with no thought for tomorrow
In pursuit
of pleasures primal
a plastic curse
upon your water sports
flowing from an open bar
at Hotel El Burro
Pobreza espiritual
Los niños la pobreza
A State of Police
and broken rites
Lese Majesté
“The Festival of
Returning Happiness”
declaring an end
to all civil unrest
now that the military
have done their best
to silence and suppress
To celebrate
closely watched
concerts in the park
and the flying of big kites
When wealth and priviledge
whispers here
the military junta shouts
It’s global corporate sponsor
and big time donor dictates
with warnings
to those listening
No leaders of protest
left amongst the living
“Au revoir, que será será,
and have a nice life
with what’s been left.”
For the weaponised
and industrialized one percent
have sucked the very marrow
out of Mother Earth . . .
as if there was no tomorrow
Children dispossessed
by the sons of private beaches
in a land bled dry
for the wild colonial boys
on a summer holiday high
As sea turtles returning
from oceans blue
to golden shores
for a gourmet breakfast
after much drunken
and anonymous spawning
“Safe now for honoured guests
of the high maintenance west
to resume vacationing.
Our sole purpose is to please!
Come walk upon Hibiscus petals
like comic book deities
with super powers.
We know our place,
for you taught it to us.
Come harvest our Lotus flowers.”
Gasoline
in whiskey bottles
Two wheel scooting
Street dealers chasing
“Viagra, Señor … or
perhaps something harder?”
Like a dose
of refugee living
A golden temple
of demolition rubble
A paper dragon flying
over an open sewer
A dying culture
The ruins of paradise
No choice offered … or given
when force feeding
that all consuming western vice
Always
there’s trouble
down near the border
Brooding forces
forcing a spark
Nurses shot dead
on the way to work
And dare not educate
your shrouded daughter
flowering in the dark
of a patriarchal powder keg
Religion spiked with venom
Malala …times a million
Innocence held captive
Kept helpless
in the darkness
where a woman
is just a possession
Submission … division
There is no honour
in killing
Lost children
of gods fallen
out of time
and out of place
All the truths
of this world
add up to one big lie
A stratosphere of bullshit
between you
and a clear blue sky
Tourista Fashionista
doing just fine
The question
you need to ask yourself
… Is your tourist dollar
funding a state of crime?
Pobreza espiritual
Los niños la Pobreza
A Report of Happiness,
from a free range anthropologist
upon a Quest Majesté;
‘God will restore the whole earth
and give it to his messy carbon
based children as an inheritance.’
~ by David B. Redpath © 2018
First published
on Morality Park
Photography;
David B. Redpath © 2018-19
SO powerful David.
Yet SO sad. Makes you cry doesn’t it?
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Yes … and motivated.
To write a poem of outrage, even.
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There’s nth as inspirational as helplessness and anger.
Innocence is held captive by new primitivists. Shall we welcome the Stone Age?
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The Nouveau Stone Age!
Now there’s a thought, Bojana.
At least in the Neolithic there was
no iron or plastic. No barbed wire,
concrete borders, suicide bombers,
or religious fanatics. No wholesale
industrialised destruction of the
environment.
Or we could use the technology,
and humanity, we already possess
to fix this mess up.
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We could do many thing only if we wanted to.
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The only thing required is the will to act.
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Will is a skill. How to turn I wish into I will?
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On a wing and a prayer 🙏
The wishing well is full
and there are promises a-plenty
Looks like tomorrow
is coming up fast
I just hope it don’t come up empty
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If so, we’ll fill it with meaningful content.
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I’d be most mindfully
content with that ✔
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Exactly. You hit exactly the right note. Your poetry always does. I feel the outrage with you. But also frustration. What can we do? Such a huge task to try and change anything. We can’t. Except by using our pens. And making our voice be heard where we can. Keep writing like this David. I know you do, and will.
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Thank you, Lorraine.
Poetry without truth,
faith without works
… All we can do
is do what we can.
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Brilliance from the highest peek of your heart and mind! Your writing is of value, empathy, experience, humble, delicate observation, care, LOVE, voice,universe, vision, and soul!
The Real Deal! A true blue writer! God bless!
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To you, from a poet laureate true blue;
“May God’s bless
and keep you always
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay
May you stay forever young.”
~ Bob Dylan
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Gracious words! Simply Superb! 😃 Forever young…You bet!! Hard work, and loving people immensely is the secret to my happiness no matter what life throws my way! 🙂🌷❤️&☀️
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Love is all there is 💛
It makes the world go round 🌎
Love, and only love 💖
It can’t be denied 🤐
(Bob said that too)😎
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Excellent poem! It made me think of all the places here turned into playgrounds for tourists. The photography great as always.
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Thank you very much, Basilike.
Of course, my chosen vocation,
as a free range anthropologist
(not a tourist) requires me to
frequent such places. So I am
a reluctant witness to many
man made disgraces.
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Yes, I can understand that. It’s funny how many people who go to these places don’t see what it is they are seeing. They just go around looking happy and buying things or drinking.
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And never forget to wear
smugscreen. There is alway
a very high smug reading,
it seems, at those tropical resorts.
The more stars the higher
the smug factor 😏
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And please no mingling with the locals!
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“GPS ankle bracelets will be
supplied. We advise you use them.”
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Or you might get foreign culture.
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“Cross contamination
is strictly forbidden.”
They say travel broadens the
mind, but our all inclusive
package group tours, will keep
you safe behind a drawn blind.
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Haven’t you heard that OUR culture is threatened by other people’s cultures? Ha!
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We need a big wall
to keep out the fringe,
and to cringe behind,
if we wish to stand tall.
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And white.
Or right.
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“I don’t eat white flour,
white sugar makes you rot.
Oh, white could be beautiful
. . . but mostly it’s not.”
~ Melanie Safka
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It’s hard and cold.
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Coffee colour seen best
(not decaffeinated, of course)
Hence the fixation with
self tanning lotion. Just
don’t get it in the ocean.
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Self tanning lotion and solarium turns you to an unhealthy orange, I guess. What other stupidity is next?
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Yes, orange is the new white,
as modelled by that old white
male, the Precedent.
Next they’ll be injecting botulism
bacteria straight into your face!
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And puff it up so much it will look like an ass
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“I like to look like a duck
when I pucker up. Quack!”
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At last! With a face like this, farting and talking are officially the same thing!
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The answer, my friend,
is blowing in the wind 😰
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Ha ha! Yes!
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One can never be too cautious.
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This is sublime writing David. Cutting commentary
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Thanks, OP. And yes, I have
been sharpening the cutlery
for an all you can eat buffet.
Thanks for noticing.
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It is a shame how nations are willing to ruin their home and the homes of their people for tourist dollars.
This happens far too often.
Good photos too my friend
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Thank you, Drew.
I think poverty often takes
away freedom of choice.
The irony is that much of the
“developing world” didn’t
know they were quite so poor, till colonial “tourists” from
the west showed them
. . . what’s best.
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Potent words, David, which make one feel impotent with rage! Searing critique of the state of the world.
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I calls it like I sees it, Punam.
I look at rivers dammed up
with plastic water bottles
heading out to the sea, and
think, so this is progress.
Progress be damned.
Please save the whales,
the birds, and the bees, please.
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Couldn’t agree more, David. We, in the developing nations are hurtling towards this so called progress at breakneck speed. If only there was a magic pill to save the whales, the birds and the bees! Sigh
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Interesting that we have the
tools already to fix much of
mankind’s mess (except for the
reduction of biodiversity),
but …
“The blizzard of the world
has crossed the threshold
and it has overturned
the order of the soul.”
~ Leonard Cohen
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The tools are there but the powers that be are impervious to the mess created by their short-sightedness.
Cohen’s quote says it all!
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You nailed it with “Is your tourist dollar / funding a state of crime?” Stretch the definition of the tourist and the shape of the beast (as Arundhati Roy put it) is steadily revealed.
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Thanks for that.
I think I caught a
glimpse of the beast
at a resort all you can eat
buffet breakfast!?
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plumping up for plunder …
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I’ve driven through
a locust plague.
And I’ve stared a tropical
cyclone square in the eye.
But nothing could have
prepared me for that
“all you can eat buffet breakfast”!
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🙂
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Beautiful pictures ‘n amazing.
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Thanks for that, Aruna.
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Welcome,dear!!
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Great share my friend! Powerful and deep and thoughtful emotional flow of poem till the end…. great clicks and powerful blog! Keep it up! Keep blogging! Have a fantastic day!
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You too, Ravindra.
Thanks for the positivity.
Much appreciated.
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My pleasure! Keep it up! Keep blogging! Cheers!!!
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Tourista Fashionista. Ain’t that the truth.
You know, in general terms, I am not a poetry person (I think expressed that in an earlier comment). Most of it, I don’t get. But, you…you charm me, David, so very much.
Where were the pix taken?
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“Minimal harm, maximum charm” …
Thanks Victoria, that could
be a new poetic handle.
Two of the pics are from
Phuket, Thailand.
The rest are from outside a
Mayan Church in Yucatan.
In a park, just across the road
from the church, local were
having a fiesta, dancing with
bottles of birra balanced on
their heads … Very handy!
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Phuket…that is the island that got hit by the tsunami, yes?
You are very lucky to be able to travel.
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Much of the ‘Ring of Fire’
coast was hit by the 2004
Tsunami.
Being a free range
anthropologist,
I travel for work, Victoria.
It’s a hard gig, but someone
has to do it.
Think of me when your in
front of the fire
. . . cuddling Oliver 🔥
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Are you cultural, biological or linguistic?
No fire. Just a heat pump & a huge leather couch. 😉
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More into holistic anthropology.
That’s where you study the hole
mankind has gotten himself into.
It includes the exploration of any
possible means of extraction.
So far I’ve only discovered one☝️
Keep cosy with Ollie, Victoria.
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A thorough X-ray of a sad reality
delivered by a poem of a lovely flow
accompanied by expressive photos.
Love the wordplay affuent- effluent:
“An armed escort
with muscles bulging
for the affluent
swimming in effluent”
Also, love the reference to Malala
and to the oppression of women.
This is all a very powerful image:
“Nurses shot dead
on the way to work
And dare not educate
your shrouded daughter
flowering in the dark
of a patriarchal powder keg
Religion spiked with venom
Malala …times a million”
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Your thoughts are molt apreciat,
Marta.
As I ramble around, with an
ear to the poisoned ground,
in the dark of a total eclipse
of the heart, it is clear mankind
needs a complete turnaround.
For;
“We’re living in a powder.
keg and giving off sparks.”
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Beyond powerful – thank you for this post. It seems the only hope for humanity is evolution – the self-wrought spiritual kind….
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You are most welcome, Betty.
Yes, I believe in evolution
. . . of the spiritual kind.
There is a purpose.
Not all is dark and hopeless.
But without true light,
man is but blind.
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“I hope my legs don’t break
Walking on the moon”
~ Sting
;-P
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“Always … a sting in the tale.”
~ Roxanne
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There’s a little black spot on the sun today
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It’s the same old thing
as yesterday.
So best not sit so close
to the King of Pain!
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💙 God. Your words….yet another truth express….relentlessly nailed it.
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Like a dream vision demanding
to be birthed upon parchment,
or canvas. Without rest till
the zeitgeist is fully expressed.
A vessel of clay, broken & spent.
Yet, renewed with the hue
of the next panoramic view,
from the ethereal sent.
Thanks Katy … simpático.
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Absolutely beautiful. ❤️
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Very powerful poem, David.
Summing up nicely the destruction of Earth’s ocean and earth’s wildlife so that the affluent in their paradise of pleasure can make oceans out of their cocktails as they live the wild life.
And then the practices of 7th Century Bedouins in the 21st Century
to kill and subjugate on the way to 70 dark eyed houri.
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My most humble thanks,
Chris. I didn’t mean to twine
several themes into one poem.
Perhaps from looking, with
digust, down into the abyss,
and finding one source of all
that is destructive, dark, and coarse.
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That hideous strength as C.S. Lewis called it.
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… and insidious.
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Ignorance is bliss!? Well done piece, David.
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Thanks Eugenia.
Aristotle once said,
“I know nothing”.
But seeing is believing
that something needs doing.
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Yes, indeed! When we see those that are less fortunate than we are, we give them water. It’s amazing to see their faces light up.
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Yes, in the West,
there does seems to be
a bad case of
caring ❤ fatigue,
compounded by greed.
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All so horribly true 😦
On a happier note… Thank You! for your ‘Follow’ on my Blog 😀
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You’re very welcome, Patrice
. . . and likewise 😎
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Your human conscious poems have a key to my heart
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I’ll keep it ever close to mine, EC.
Thank you, most gracious lady.
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Oh, dear God, David! You’re killing me loudly with your endless talent. Lungs of cities dying of tourist cancer, it’s like you harvested eyes and captured so many truths and then strung them into an incredible consciousness. Wow, truly, wow!!
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Thank you for bearing the high wattage
amplification of this one 🔊
It was the distillation of much observation.
Appreciation transcending I be sending
in your specific direction 🙏
Much like yourself, I’ve had the privilege of
travelling a world too precious to lose.
There is hope, but it’s for mankind choose.
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Incredible photography!
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Thanks Ben.
I’ve traveled with a professional who
takes pics by stealth, but I prefer to have
the subject’s permission where possible.
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David, I would love to have a collection of your poetry. So rich in hard truth. Requires digestion in small doses.
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Thank you very much, Rosaliene.
Being an impartial free-range anthropologist,
I just document my observations.
But yes, a spoonful of sugar does help the
message go down 😎
We already have the technology to solve
most of this planet’s man-made problems.
The only thing lacking is the collective
resolve to implement them, despite the
expense. There is a brilliant doco, ‘2040’
by Damon Ganeau, that gives hope for
the future … if we act now.
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Tourist cancer – that’s for sure. Yes, I believe us carbon based critters are in for some rude awakenings. I love your photos.
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Thanks, JT.
Perhaps mankind will need to evolve
into a polyethylene based life form 🤔
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A poetic diatribe full of resounding associations, and no holds barred. Moving photos.
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Thank you, Peter 🙏
A diatribe more on the hopeful side,
rather than bitter, like the taste of cyanide
. . . I hope 😎
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Thank you David. Powerful words, harsh reality… pobreza espiritual… el mal de estos tiempos. Can you let us know where the photos where taken please? Thank you. Kenza.
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You’re very welcome, Kenza.
There is always hope, for the answer
is blowin’ in the Espiritu Wind.
The fist two & last pic were taken in Jaipur.
The rest were taken at a Mayan Church in
Yucatan.
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Thank you. I recognized India and also from your previous posts, and I thought it was Mexico. I am Mexican and live in Mexico! Mil gracias. Kenza.
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My lovely daughter-in-law is Mexican,
married to my No. 2 Son.
Their Mayan Wedding was held on the
beach at Cancun. Had a wonderful time.
Trump had just been elected, so it became
a necessity to declare that I’m an Aussie 😎
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I cried and angry what this world. This poem hit me right in the heart.
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Thanks Charlie … for the affirmation
that my aim is true 🙏 💘
I have tried, in my way, to not drown in hopeless hypocrisy. As even small actions can eventually move a mountain.
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I have a morning ritual of feeding cheap bread and/or bird seed to my property’s tree dwellers. Once I had a neighbor passing by who wondered if it bothered me having to clean up the bird crap on my driveway from the perchers on the cable lines. I told him that I at least feel better knowing there’s still birds around here. Coming out of a restaurant I gave my doggie bag of leftovers to some homeless guy– only to find out soon afterwards (via tv news) that it was against the law to do so and I could’ve been fined for it. Didn’t make sense to me. Anyway, great blog posting.
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Bird crap is great for the planet, Loujen 😎
I had a similar thing happen in Phuket.
I stopped to give some coins to a young
beggar, all of 4 years old, only to be told
by a local that it was illegal to do so. I’m
not too sure who’d they lock up? Me . . .
the four year old beggar, or both?
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Powerful poem and powerful photos, David.
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Thanks Christopher🙏
I do hope Pan Goatee is feeling better.
Perhaps a long ocean cruise, where he’ll have much therapeutic work to do 😎
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A tour du monde la misère in this poem. I would say it captures many complex problems in the same work in an unmatched poetic fever. This inspiration from modernist streams to peak in this creation is just awesome. As well guides readers towards several world problems.
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Thank you Foolchund, for taking the tour,
It would seem we are all players on the
stage of Les Misérables, awaiting the overture.
There is much that can be done, and much
more to happen, before the final curtain.
Here’s hoping to seeing you at the encore.
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Beautiful Ginsbergy (even though it is not a word) poetry.
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Thanks for that 🙏
And yes … it’s a report 😎
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A really heavy prophetic piece! What the future holds remains to be seen! One thing for sure change of one sort or the other will be in store! Well Done David!
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Thank you, Dwight 🙏
Down the tunnel of hope, faith, and love,
there is ever a shining light✌️
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Yes!
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A veritable song of protest, David. Has your work ever been accompanied by a melody? I believe this is one of my favorites of yours.
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Thank you very much, Ursula 🙏
I believe I could here the 1812 Overture
in the background as I wrote this one 💥
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Oh so much painful feelings in your happiness report.😢
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So sorry, Aruna 😪🕶️
I’m putting up a happy blog next
. . . just for you 💖 😎
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Yeah. Really I can not bear the cruelty as terrorist are doing some day before in Colombo,Israel and in any cities and on border of any country. In your post Malala is one brave girl but other girls are suffering in bad condition in many countries. All humans should take that responsibility to remove their darkness in lives.
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Reblogged this on Mitch Teemley and commented:
My Featured Blogger this week is David Redpath of Highway Bloggery. I can’t find an “About” page anywhere (I suspect he prefers to remain a bit mysterious). But what I can gather about him is this: He’s an Australian (I think) stream-of-consciousness poet, photographer, traveler, and seeker of truth. There’s a compelling spirit of longing and compassion beneath David’s acerbic words. “When will the world be set right?” is the question that always seems to loom beneath the surface, and sometimes emerges into full light:
‘God will restore the whole earth
and give it to his messy carbon
based children as an inheritance.’
he concludes in a more hopeful moment.
Amen, David, amen!
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Muchas gracias, Mitch 😎
Life is a miraculous mystery. The adventure
is to keep on seeking the answer. It is by
grace that I’ve had the time and space to
to explore this existence … to choose life.
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Amen. It’s by grace that any of us do.
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💖💕💖😍✌
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Bless you for your righteous anger, so powerfully spoken in words and pictures. ‘Confortare Numquam’, my life motto, ‘Take courage and NEVER give up’, for surely, the hope of a new dawn dwells in our souls and from these depths – our cry is heard.
Well done soldier.
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Salvations Army marches
on hope, faith, and love 💛
Thanks Sir Peter for your
words of encouragement 😎
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I find that of the pieces I write, the ones I feel strongest about, often come from anger and/or frustration. Perhaps because they lie so close to the heart?
I loved the photos. They remind me of the time I spent in Vietnam.
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Thank you, Léa.
Yes, anger can be a beneficial motivator for change. But as a complicate human being, with hands covered in blood and plastic,
never should the rage be self-righteous.
I was planning to visit Vietnam this year,
but ended up in Nepal and India … ? Soon.
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David, you won’t be sorry. Vietnam is amazing and I shall always have fond memories of my time there. Bon voyage!
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Merci beaucoup 🙏
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De rein. 🎨
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Reblogged this on From 1 Blogger 2 Another.
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Those pictures say it all.
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Thank you, Liz 🙏
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A stunning elegy for our culture.
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Thank you very much, Anna.
Yes, enough lamentations to go around.
Fortunately, there is also hope, faith, & love.
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What a marvelous, spectacular human being you are David! Ten years ago I went on a giving spree, I met the most Amazing people on this Earth…those in despair!! What a world this could be if only each of us could focus on our own journeys to truly understand others! I do hope that makes sense to you?Too many people waste too much time on wanting recognition for being when it is there, everywhere, when one looks beyond self. Enjoy your living!! Thank you for all of your kind words, always. Yes, it is love that makes the world go round…
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Yes, in the long run, best to sow into the
spiritual, than invest all your worth into
the temporary world the material.
“Silver and gold won’t
buy back the beat
of a heart grown cold.”
“For the loser now
will be later to win.”
I have noticed that the truly spiritual
operates, and motivates, with principles
in contradiction to this world’s system.
“The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin’.
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin.”
~ Bob Dylan
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Spot on…you hit the mark, but, oh, so sad!
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Thanks Rita.
Yes, all the problems Mankind currently
faces are sadly, man made. But that also
gives the hope that mankind can actually
solve them.
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‘Acidic’ in its depth, David.
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The pH level flowing in my veins
does seem to leak into blue ink ✍️
Thanks for the litmus test, Steve 😎
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Wonderful! Stay ericaceous! 😎
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