The Angelic Garden

Trick or Treaters
Big Schemers and Tweeters
no need for greed
in the Angelic Garden
of infinite abundance
where the mushrooms
and toadstools
of supernaturally
flavoured darkness
are always in season
From a realm beyond
all rhyme & reason
the Candy Man cometh
upon the seas of madness

Voyagers of the night
searchers of the deep
following forbidden fruit
from a prophet’s wilderness
to a fool’s oasis
ever emitting an eerie light
The Angelic Garden
is alway just one step
beyond mortal sight
Where charged particles
dance in patterns hypnotic
in the spaces
between molecules
Captivated
under a poetic spell
So be most careful
for what you wish
in the breath
of a fleeting portal
since this is where
you might just find it
As Eden itself
was taken off the shelf
and is very well guarded

In the wake
of a cosmic splash
on this ocean trip
the nemesis
of a rebellious mortal
be your very own flesh
Yet the physical
your only anchor
to the world material
and all that’s temporal
So hold on fast
and best not linger
As the infrangible
reaches for the intangible
ripping off the lid
before your time
whilst serving probation
for a spiritual crime

The Angelic Triathlon
upon a lysergic surge;

· The Big Up ‘n’ Away
A holistic ballistic missile
fueled by some or other
toxic Druidic elixir
Past the verge
and gone astray
All mind baggage to purge
Best lay down
that earthen mask
as the heavens merge
if you dare to glimpse
the Angels at play
around a celestial crown
in the light of day

· The Look All Around
With eyes wide open
and unbound
by the speed of sound
The White Rabbit lost
once grasped
but never found
in a puff of smoke
from the Cheshire cat
And when . . .
just then
in the blink
of a millennium broken
the schism
of a question unspoken
echoing throughout
that Angelic Garden

· The Transcendent Come Down
The re-entry to relativity
A day tripper on a cosmic bender
Coming down
from a quantum excursion
past the Cape of Good Hope
via the Big Bad Dipper
Upon the horns
of a convergent dilemma
Held in the Garden Natura
Hidden deep within a space
and time triangulation
somewhere beyond measure
With a good dose
of knowledge distilled
with an evil tincture
like a flowering Datura
Not for the meek
this vainglorious mixture
for the body is weak
But angels … they belong
Yet please be so kind
not to be a closed mind
behind a drawn blind
of a world gone wrong

After all . . .
It was a pagan Roman Legion
that drove the Druids of old
to the edge of oblivion
As someone once said . . .
A house divided cannot stand

So never forget
in the Spirit
you are greater
than all you defeat
There is a war raging
whether or not
you know it
Before the music stops
and you’re dead
on your feet
look to the Book
to reserve a good seat

Till time and tide
take their toll
there is a purpose
for that emptiness
down deep in your soul
So choose wisely
your brand
of spiritual fuel
Love from above
is always close
and freely flows
from here to the eternal
as a wild wind blows

Seekers
of the long goodnight
searchers of all creation
steer clear of the synthetic
Take care
beware of poison
with just a sliver
yet only a glimmer
of tantric magic
Where angels trumpet
the knowledge of darkness
along fault lines tragic
of ancient division
and with secretive insight
The doors of perception
that open up
to the Angelic Garden
through the windmills
of your mind
cleansed only
in a light holy
and solely divine
Saints and sinners
losers and winners
with heaven’s love
so pure and bright
the choices many
are now and always
… black and white

Sisters and brothers
doing justly
unto one another
Loving mercy
Walking humbly
Forgiving recklessly
whilst living carefully
And most gratefully
giving thanks
to the One … eternally

When all but over
that carnival
of a Midsummer night
yet morning’s rising glory
still many miles away
And a warm bed
nowhere in sight
as the legs
of evening’s dregs
now beginning to sway
hang on real tight
Not all roads lead
to that shining
break of day

For we are body weak
And the angels
in spirit strong
Yet by the grace
beyond time and space
the Kingdom begins
from deep within
The rekindled remnants
from a place of innocence
regardless
of your right and wrong
the Good Shepherd
he is ever seeking
And to him only
we should truly belong

~ by David B. Redpath © 2018-2020

¤ Adonis Left for Dead

“All forms of love,
suffering, and madness.
He (the poet) searches himself.
He exhausts all poisons
in himself and keeps only
their quintessence.”
~ Arthur Rimbaud

However, as it is written:
“What no eye has seen,
what no ear has heard,
and no human mind has
conceived” ~ the things God
has prepared for those who
love him ~ these are the
things God has revealed to
us by his Spirit. The
Spirit searches all things,
even the deep things of God.
~ Paul the Apostle

PhotoArt:
David B. Redpath © 2018-2020

¤’Venus led by Cupid to the dead
Adonis’ ~by Jacopo Bertoia

Eyeballs 👁️
courtesy of Salvador Dali

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144 thoughts on “The Angelic Garden”

    1. Thank you very much, Michelle.
      I think, deep down, we all
      miss the Garden of Eden.

      “The kingdoms of experience
      In the precious wind they rot
      While paupers change possessions
      Each one wishing
      for what the other has got
      And the princess
      and the prince discuss
      what’s real and what is not
      It doesn’t matter
      inside the Gates of Eden.”
      ~ Bob Dylan (Gates of Eden)

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  1. The angelic garden is truly one step beyond all the time. It is not easy to dive deep in your verse at one go David, so I have to keep coming up for air. Might add more by and by. But I am hooked at the first sight of your art and words.

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  2. Your visionary words are extraordinary
    such powerful and wondrous imagery
    Tiredness has shadowed my thoughts
    Your poem deserves more from my court
    I’ve no energy to deal or serve
    I shall sleep upon my extra rib-curve
    The bitten apple reminds me to observe
    A morning read will awake my optical nerve
    “Yet the physical
    your only anchor
    to the world material
    and all that’s temporal
    So hold on fast
    and best not linger
    As the infrangible
    reaches for the intangible
    ripping off the lid
    before your time
    whilst serving probation
    for a spiritual crime”

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    1. Ivor, the Aussie Marco Polo,
      like Hans Solo
      flying the Millennial Falcon.
      I too need some slumber
      after much travel & wonder.
      Being a mere human
      is my sad ruin?
      Not even a handy plumber.

      Hope you’re fairing well, Ivor,
      on your Oriental expedition.
      I appreciate your generous
      comments, under trying,
      or is it flying, circumstances.

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  3. I never feel worthy of reading and understanding what you write. I’ve tried taking it a bit at time, or many bits into larger bites, but the ones and the zeros just never quite tell me what your words mean, neither digitally nor analogically? There are messages to be learned and lessons to be heard, but who is the teacher here, and who is the student there? I really only just comment your many and varied colors, which make their way along their orbital paths into my Lola Skies, where they blossom like flowers in the Springtime, even while I am lost in my almost-Winter thoughts…..

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    1. There is great beauty to be found in the Wintery light.
      Wayne, I mostly know not
      what I write. I wish someone
      would explain it all to me!
      Thanks for tracking the transit
      of verse through a kaleidoscopic,
      and at times chaotic, universe.

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  4. Very well written with profound insight, David.
    A warning to all those who would seek transcendence through the use of pharmaceuticals and hallucinogenics.
    And even those who would seek transcendence by smashing protons, electrons and atoms in a Large Hadron Collidor.

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      1. You’ve just reminded me of
        a great Aussie song, Peter;

        “People, wasting away
        in paradise
        Going backward, once in a while
        Moving ahead, falling behind
        What do you believe,
        what do you believe
        What do you believe is true
        Nothing they say
        makes a difference this way
        Nothing they say will do
        Take all the trouble
        that you can afford
        At least you won’t have
        time to be bored
        Oh, the power and the passion,
        Oh, the temper of the time
        Oh the power and the passion
        Sometimes you’ve got to take
        the hardest line
        Sun burnt faces around,
        with skin so brown
        Smiling zinc cream and crowds,
        Sundays the beach never a cloud
        Breathing eucalypti,
        pushing panel vans
        Stuff and munch junk food
        Laughing at the truth,
        Too much of sunshine
        too much of sky
        It’s enough to make you
        want to cry
        Oh the power
        I see buildings, clothing the sky,
        in paradise
        Sydney, nights are warm
        Daytime telly, blue rinse dawn
        Dad’s so bad he lives in the pub,
        it’s all underarms and football clubs
        Flat chat, Pine Gap,
        in every home a Big Mac
        And no one goes outback,
        that’s that
        You take what you get
        and get what you please
        It’s better to die on your feet
        than to live on your knees.”

        ~ Midnight Oil,
        Power and the Passion

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  5. Mr. Redpath, another superb melange of cool, color-orgasmic art, though-provoking lines, and exquisitely chosen quotes. Angels and abundance are certainly a wonderful topic to draw inspiration from…muchas gracias from heaven-on-earth aka Spain. Yes, I got paid to smuggle this into my comment 😀 abrazos

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      1. Hola hola from afar, I might go to Barcelona and shout your message
        of yearning from the Casa Mila,
        and have a sangria for you my mate
        you might call it fate
        that here I am missing your land
        while you wish there was a hand
        that guides you back to a Spanish city
        Isn´t that a pity!
        But really, it´s a blessing in disguise
        cause we are allies
        in yearning
        and somewhere hidden in that is a learning
        or maybe not
        at least one thing unites us – it´s hot
        in our chosen places, they do need some cooling graces
        I might migrate to the North Pole soon
        or to the moon
        If people don´t stop messing around with our mother
        some people think it´s too much of a bother
        but angels sure know it´s time to act
        and scientists too, and that´s a fact
        Hugs and rain blessings to you 🤗

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      2. Thank you muchasly, Gypsy.
        You’ve satisfied my soul with much
        Español ❤️
        I don’t feel guilty about my Euro
        wanderlust, for I have explored this
        sunburnt country, this great south
        land, from one end to the other.
        From Uluru to Kakadu. I even hiked
        over to New Zealand just to get a
        better view 👁️👁️👌
        One thing for sure, Mother Earth will
        outlive us all. Despite our relentless
        stupidity, and selfish materialistic
        idiocy 🌎 😪

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      3. De nada my cherished artist friend
        happy to lend a hand
        con un poco de español
        y palabras llenas de sol:) ❤️
        Guilty is not a wise feeling
        so you are wise
        to contribute to its demise
        Sigh, I miss the ancient lands of Australia,
        theres so much more to see
        for me
        WA I explored a lot, man the summers are bloody hot.
        The Eastcoast I explored a little
        while not playing on my fiddle
        thanks for soothing my heart with your
        wise views
        you are right, the Earth gives as clues
        that she is much smarter than we are
        she will surely regain her power
        and us she will shower
        with some lessons to learn
        yes, I yearn for human change like now
        that certainly would be pretty wow 🌎👌

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      4. Perhaps we’ll evolve into
        a plastic based lifeform?
        That’s if the cockroaches
        don’t beat us to it 🙄
        They’re very resilient!
        But I do have hope.
        Not in politicians,
        and big business corruptions.
        In people power, and the
        will to make things better 🙏

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      5. Yes!! Power to the people
        and plastics and greedy power-people be gone
        they´ve been handling things for too long
        Fridays for Future and Extinction Rebellion
        lead the way
        then hope is here to stay!
        And everyone aware doing what they can in their lifes
        then hopefully things will be all right 🙏🙏:)
        Buenas noches desde Andalucia de mi corazon
        a place which has a lot of song 🙂 🎶🎶

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      6. Gypsy, you should really
        post some of your prose
        on your site!
        Anyone who’s words remind
        me of a beautiful song should
        be read aloud, and strong …

        “Broke her heart,
        lost my own
        Adios mi corazón
        Spanish is the loving tongue
        Soft as music, light as spray
        ’twas a girl I learned it from
        Living down sonora way
        Well I don’t look much like a lover
        Still I say her loved words over
        Mostly when I’m all alone
        Mi amor, mi corazón
        Haven’t seen her since that night
        I can’t cross the line, you know
        They want me for the gamblin’ fight
        Like as not it’s better so
        Still I’ve always kind of missed her
        Since that last
        sad night I kissed her
        Broke her heart, lost my own
        Adios, mi corazón
        Broke her heart, lost my own
        Adios, mi corazón
        Adios, mi corazón

        ~Charles Clark / Marc Williams Ellis

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      7. Oh!!! This is so lovely, I actually dont know what to say! Also, I don´t know which emojis to use…Maybe this one 😊 or this one 🤩?
        My PhD on Emojism is still in progress,
        asi que te pido perdon! Humbled that my words evoke such a response!! Y mil gracias, tambien por el encouragement tan bonito! I need to find that beautiful song 🙂 Abrazos y gracias de corazon 💖

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      8. Paella and sangria in Catalonia
        That would be very nice 🥘🍷
        One of my favourite songs
        inspired south of the border;

        Your breath is sweet
        Your eyes are like two jewels
        in the sky
        Your back is straight,
        your hair is smooth
        On the pillow where you lie
        But I don’t sense affection
        No gratitude or love
        Your loyalty is not to me
        But to the stars above
        One more cup of coffee for the road
        One more cup of coffee ‘fore I go
        To the valley below
        Your daddy, he’s an outlaw
        And a wanderer by trade
        He’ll teach you how to pick and choose
        And how to throw the blade
        He oversees his kingdom
        So no stranger does intrude
        His voice, it trembles as he calls out
        For another plate of food
        One more cup of coffee for the road
        One more cup of coffee ‘fore I go
        To the valley below
        Your sister sees the future
        Like your mama and yourself
        You’ve never learned to read or write
        There’s no books upon your shelf
        And your pleasure knows no limits
        Your voice is like a meadowlark
        But your heart is like an ocean
        Mysterious and dark
        One more cup of coffee for the road
        One more cup of coffee ‘fore I go
        To the valley below

        ~ Bob Dylan

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      9. Paella and Sangria in Catalonia are nice!
        You know what´s even better? Paella and Sangria in Andalusia, haha 😁 Old Catalan- Andalusian rivalries aside – what a great song!! Very cool lyrics, am enjoying the tunes right now courtesy of the mighty YouTube. Ah, Internet-Universe, you are a powerful thing and trickster. Me encanta la cancion, gracias! Otra cancion muy guay – Hoy puede ser un gran dia/ Joan Manuel Serrat:
        Hoy puede ser un gran día
        Plantéatelo así
        Aprovecharlo o que pase de largo
        Depende en parte de ti
        Dale el día libre a la experiencia
        Para comenzar
        Y recíbelo como si fuera
        Fiesta de guardar
        No consientas que se esfume
        Asómate y consume
        La vida a granel
        Hoy puede ser un gran día
        Duro con él
        Hoy puede ser un gran día
        Donde todo está por descubrir
        Si lo empleas como el último
        Que te toca vivir
        There´s a little Spanish lesson for ya, haha. 🙏 🙏

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      10. You too have a great day, Gypsy 🙏
        It took a little translating (like
        pushing the ‘English’ button 😎).

        🎶Today could be a great day
        Think about it like this
        Take advantage of it or pass it by
        It depends partly on you
        Give the day off to the experience
        To start
        And receive it as if it were
        Save party
        Do not consent to vanish
        Look out and consume
        Life in bulk
        Today could be a great day 🎶

        (It does sound better in Spanish💃)

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      11. Lol, it sure does 🙂 Just like in Italian, EVERYTHING sounds like a delicious dish to devour, I find 😄 Btw did you have to go through an evacuation? Was wondering about it after your beautiful animal-pictures… heard from my mates in Sydney and Melbourne that it has started to rain more – hope things are getting easier Down Under my friend. Abrazos, y que tengas un gran dia 😉 Con mucha musica 🎶🎶, of course!

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      12. No evacuation this time, but thanks
        for asking. Our Summer still has a
        way to run, and February can often
        be a hot one. Yes, in the south we
        got plenty of fire extinguishing rain.
        Even a flood or two up the eastern
        coast, spreading up north. We’ve
        had to evacuate in the past, but not
        yet this year. The irony is that the
        more it rains in the bush, the more
        fuel laying around the following
        bush fire season.
        Speaking of south of the border heat;

        Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun
        Dust on my face and my cape
        Me and Magdalena on the run
        I think this time we shall escape
        Sold my guitar to the baker’s son
        For a few crumbs and a place to hide
        But I can get another one
        And I’ll play for Magdalena as we ride
        No llores, mi querida
        Dios nos vigila
        Soon the horse will take us to Durango
        Agarrame, mi vida
        Soon the desert will be gone
        Soon you will be dancing the fandango
        Past the Aztec ruins and the ghosts of our people
        Hoofbeats like castanets on stone.
        At night I dream of bells in the village steeple
        Then I see the bloody face of Ramon.
        Was it me that shot him down in the cantina
        Was it my hand that held the gun?
        Come, let us fly, my Magdalena
        The dogs are barking and what’s done is done.
        No llores, mi querida
        Dios nos vigila
        Soon the horse will take us to Durango
        Agarrame, mi vida
        Soon the desert will be gone
        Soon you will be dancing the fandango
        At the corrida we’ll sit in the shade
        And watch the young torero stand alone
        We’ll drink tequila where our grandfathers stayed
        When they rode with Villa into Torreon
        Then the padre will recite the prayers of old
        In the little church this side of town.
        I will wear new boots and an earring of gold
        You’ll shine with diamonds in your wedding gown
        The way is long but the end is near
        Already the fiesta has begun.
        And in the streets the face of God will appear
        With His serpent eyes of obsidian.
        No llores, mi querida
        Dios nos vigila
        Soon the horse will take us to Durango
        Agarrame, mi vida
        Soon the desert will be gone
        Soon you will be dancing the fandango
        Was that the thunder that I heard?
        My head is vibrating, I feel a sharp pain
        Come sit by me, don’t say a word
        Oh, can it be that I am slain?
        Quick, Magdalena, take my gun
        Look up in the hills, that flash of light
        Aim well my little one
        We may not make it through the night

        ~ Bob Dylan,
        Romance in Durango

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      13. Mr. Redpath, your talents are surely endless! Thank you for becoming my teacher in all things Bob Dylan! Great song once again. And so good to hear that you did not need to evacuate… Hoping for lots of balance for Down Under, and world-wide as well. And – acting on it! A bit of romance, real or imaginary, is always a beautiful add-on to any day – muchas gracias for these lovely lyrics telling us about that spicy Mexican Magdalena romance. Andalusian -Aussie abrazotes my mate 🙏😇 (Angelo greetings attached lol)

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      14. Yes, we’ve been getting plenty more
        rain. Even some flooding where there
        was a drought situation (must be all
        those prayers directed to heaven 😇).
        Being an Antediluvian from Atlanta 😎
        (not Georgia) I’m now jumping puddles.
        Thanks for the cuddles Español🙏💛

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      15. So good to hear that! Water and trees – what would we be without them hey! Not much 😛 Puddle-jumping is the best! I will do a puddle-jump in your honor today – it just rained here out of solidarity 😎 with Australia. Always happy to express- export some abrazos españoles for amazing artist-amigos 🙏💛 Btw have been singing Dylan´s “Spanish is the loving tongue” song all day long 😎 Great one! Cheers

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      16. Adios mi corazón 💛
        I’m now planning a trip
        to West Australia. There to
        reclaim my wilder nature 😎
        Now that we’re having
        some milder weather 🌦️
        For that is where the Sun
        sets over water 🌅

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    1. That would be Phil Rudd.
      A real life bad boy, in the tradition
      of Kieth Moon. He’s in a bit of strife
      at the moment, but shouldn’t talk
      about things currently before the
      courts. I’m sure he’s innocent 😉

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      1. The system is fixed, the dice are loaded, the man in question has been without any doubt fitted up… I wouldn’t trust a lawyer, they’re all liars and twisters of the truth… funny that so many politicians were lawyers before they became politicians, David. As George Carlin says, “I don’t believe anything the government tells me.” And I, Peter Robinson, don’t believe anything anyone involved in law and the courts tells me. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=77dDZOwt20E

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      2. I just checked it out David but nothing surprises me any more where the law is concerned. They’re all more twisted and crooked than the so-called ‘guilty’ they put behind bars. Everything is fixed. And for goodness’ sake look at their fees! Daylight robbery. To my mind law is the worst of professions. I’d sooner listen to the advice of a used car or double-glazing salesman than that given by any representative of the law. It’s no coincidence that most if not all the wisest throughout history have regarded lawyers and their ilk with suspicion. There is one exception that proves the rule and that is the American lawyer, now long since departed to that great law library in the sky, Clarence Darrow.

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      1. Repetition I suspect.
        That’s one big difference between
        a musician and a visual artist. A
        painter paints, and having painted
        moves on. Like Omar Khayyám’s
        moving finger. But if a musician
        strikes a chord, that moves the horde,
        he is bound to repeat that same sound
        again … and again … ad infinitum.
        Bob Dylan’s solution to that dilemma
        was endless variation 🎶 ♾️

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      2. I just watched a vid of Rock Me Baby in which Angus from AC/DC completely upstaged Jagger! Yes, David, the moving finger writes… and having writ moves on. (I must’ve read the book sometime!) When’re you gonna make a vid recital of one of your works? I noticed several people besides myself requested it! No BS about being shy – you couldn’t be shyer than Dylan and he managed in spite of his introversion to get up there and out there and give it his all.

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      3. The Young brothers are true blue
        Aussie heroes, despite being born
        in Glasgow. The oldest Young 🤔
        George, was a guitarist with the
        Easy Beats. He went on to be a
        successful song writer and record
        producer. He had a big hand in the
        success of AC/DC.
        Alas Peter, I’m a writer, not a Stevie
        Wright type performer. Like Cyrano
        de Bergerac, I’m more comfortable
        hiding in the WordPress bushes 😎
        But thanks for the vote of confidence.

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  6. So many beautiful verses and images here… a hit of spiritual oxygen as though taken from undersea…

    “Love from above
    is always close
    and freely flows
    from here to the eternal
    as a wild wind blows”

    I agree. 💕🌊🌬

    Wonderful, gorgeous spree, David…
    angelic soul.

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    1. “All you need is Love.” ♥️
      and perhaps a planet
      not covered in plastic 🌎

      Thank you immensely, Nadine,
      for you’re generous positivity 💖
      I wasn’t too sure about posting
      this piece, initially. But as a voice
      in my head once said, it’s poetry’s
      business to be dangerous.
      Or perhaps that was just me 🤔
      talking to myself 😎

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      1. Oh, I love this comment.
        So happy it’s not just me
        feeling sometimes shy 🙈;))
        However when it comes to others’ poetry,
        I think it’s all good and great
        To publish any and all feelings –
        especially when done
        so beautifully.
        Funny though,
        I have these doubts when it comes to publishing my own. :))
        But yours is a masterpiece,
        no doubt. And most definitely, best shown. ☀️⚡️💕🙏

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      2. Merci beaucoup, Mademoiselle
        Nadine 💛
        I am in fact, very shy & retiring 😎
        I guess freedom of expression is
        one human right that we ourselves
        surrender, without a fight.
        Keep on expressing and publishing.
        For there is only one blooming🌸
        Nardine🌷

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      3. Hard to imagine you shy and retiring; at least, for the unimaginative… but imagination I have much of, so imagine it, I can. 😇So many of us here on WP perhaps have this type of personality… more outgoing on the page, than in… reality? 🤓
        Thank you for your encouraging expressions… I have been meditating on a similar plight… about not relinquishing, and rather celebrating, the artistic light. ☀️🌷✨Especially remembering that others have not such a lucky right. Perhaps to love is, in a sense, to fight. ❤️

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  7. Quite wonderful, David.
    There was a line that made me think…. All roads lead to roam.
    I want to take a moment to say, you put a lot of energy, time, learned things and wisdom into your posts.
    Thank you!

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      1. I really appreciate that.
        You are alway welcome here on
        my Highway of Bloggery 😎
        I’m often reluctant to leave comments
        due to cultural sensitivities, as the
        infamous Australian sense of humour
        is an acquired taste 😁

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  8. I feel that not much I could say would be adequate here…
    But I’ll venture with the simple note that the images are as gorgeous as the poetry…
    Love that one of you by the water, David. And that beautiful lady, at the top… the colours are divine…
    You are very multitalented, dear blog-friend. 💛✍️🎨

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    1. Thank you very much, Lia 🙏
      Your generous words are greatly
      appreciated 💛
      That last picture of myself was
      taken after driving along the Route
      500 to the top end of Scotland, and
      finding water everywhere. Rivers
      flowing from lochs into the sea
      along miles of golden beaches.
      A most picturesque place called
      Betty Hill. We could do with some
      of that free flowing water down
      here in Australia about now. The
      waves breaking on golden sand
      was very reminiscent of our own
      beaches here down under, only
      with drought or bush fires.

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      1. David… this is so poetic in and of itself… 💛just beautiful, yet also very sad for your homeland… let’s meditate for rains, it’s said group consciousness can accomplish amazing things… also donating to Red Cross and other orgs over there… hope you and your family are all right… sending love.

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    1. Thank you immensely, Mich 🙏💛
      And yes. I’ve recently driven from
      one end of this parched land, to the
      other, and back again. Past dried
      up river beds, and raging bushfires.
      Something needs to change.
      Not just the weather 🌧️ 🤔

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    1. Thanks for the good vibrations,
      Keza 🐺 💙
      Your poem, Dark Angel, I found
      most profoundly biblical 📖 and
      insightful 😎 Perhaps it’s because
      that angelic blight was once an
      angel of light, I wear my dark
      Ray-Ban sunglasses at night 🌘 🕶️
      But, no need to run and hide.
      Just like you, I always have
      a better angel by my side 😇

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