. . . and the Glam Rock
A child playing
with wildfire rebellion
The croupier who deals you in
swiftly twisting
sweet venom on the tongue
with chemical smoke rising
Into the wasteland
of a wandering soul
a toxic river is flowing
Body and spirit
within the echo of a scream
paying a heavy toll
Caught in the tangled web
of a deceptive dream
The gambler seduced
with an empty hand
upon a dying bed
For heaven’s sake
sleepwalkers awake
Is it ever too late
to make the big break?
Who’s pulling the strings?
Can you hear the truth
when the Elvis of God sings?
In the multi-story ruins
of a malingering infection
surrounded like a crime scene
with the yellow tape
from a quarantine inspection
Kids of the street
asleep in the cupboards
of a ground zero kitchen
Hollowed out
by the amphetamine of sin
Stripped bare
in despair
and running on empty
but for the hot breath
of a nightmare dragon
masticating cold death
and drooling over
the financial section
of yesterday’s paper
Life’s true treasure
lost in translation
Just another Gary Glitter
doing hard time
in the grime of his crime
Liking too much
a taste in the waste
of lawless power
with dark secrets to devour
The attraction
but a distraction
from the air raids of murder
like a childhood in Syria
with nowhere to shelter
The Helter Skelter
of industrialized warfare
in the desert sand
I have good reason to believe
we will not all be received
… in Graceland
As the crafty shiver
without a glimmer
the meek discrete
bath in the river
of pure heat
To taste the living water
complete in the silence
deep and sweet
Holding the peace
unsurpassable
Withholding
the belligerent tweet
Pouring the milk
Spreading the honey
Knowing the glow
from the living heart
of mindfulness holy
Manifested in the flesh
the One and only
A Meet & Greet
at Fanclub Elvis
Body, soul, and spirit
with the ever present
The past and future seen
from rolling pastures of green
with a conscience
that’s been wiped
spotless and clean
Like a gentle prod
the staff and the rod
Yet free to be led
to that Graceland unseen
… by the Elvis of God
A head anointed
with the oil of bad vice
in a land of plenty
paying the famine price
A forsaken Johnny Rotten
in a world of confusion
and twisted complication
grasping holely and solely
a grand delusion
of masterful deception
Seeking the Google Wizard
from behind drawn blinds
for a peace of misdirection
to cease the superstition
beyond closed certains
that squirm
in fear of the night
Perhaps time to turn
to a heavenly light?
Not some heavy metal religion
that rules with a rod of iron
But by power and might
the Elvis of God
can turn wrong to right
(Even when told
by the lies of old
that there is no such thing
Forsooth with much proof
the word of truth
has that certain ring)
Mister Social Media mystic
and carnival sidekick
make no mistake punk
I’m as meek as
a Bloody Sunday in Derry
No girlfriend Nancy
from the edge of reality
Spawned and torn
by the sorcerer apprenticed
to a religion of hypocrisy
that trades mercy for misery
We just can’t go on together
shaking the pelvis
and clenching a fist
with suspicious minds
till the twelfth of never
I’m now as free as can be
of the lie that binds
For not even King Vulture
can soar with the Elvis
to the highly sublime
beyond space and time
Like blue suede shoes
it is something
you just gotta choose
Or do you really think
you got something to lose?
With joyful abundance
the Elvis of God
has the power to save us
from singing the blues
To be stepped on
by some steppenwolf
with a wooden heart
A master dish licker
who don’t love you tender
Is it time
to step up to the plate?
It’s a decision
The truth is simple
and straight
manifolding in all directions
throughout every dimension
To break the lock
to beat the clock
The Elvis of God delivers
Can’t you hear him knock?
He will shake rattle ‘n’ roll
your jailhouse rock
At the midnight stroke
from an endless void
a howling lycanthrope
with the rebel yell
of a rabid Billy Idol
Nothing but a hound dog
going for the throat
Behind the bling of pride
is no place to hide
Does the skin deep feel good?
Devoid of all hope
like building a fence
to keep up the pretence
behind a fearful mask
When it comes down
to the final test
will you know the Elvis?
Slave traders
of big business
advertising
the need for greed
with weight loss insultants
Is the social engineering
tooling you into the groove
with the new and improved
approved consumer religion
Is there something missing
from the hole
of man’s cyber obsession?
As all humanity awaits
the uploading
of a selfie ascension
like a staged kiss
at a Royal Wedding
Is there an algorithm grand?
Even Siri knows
that Mankind is in need
of a helping hand
The machine senses
a dysfunction
It detects an anomaly odd
with no protocol
for correction
till it is reprogrammed
… by the Elvis of God
The High Priest
of Intravenous Anarchy
and Elvis wannabe
was calling me astray
Babylonian dreaming
on such a winter’s day
Stopped into a church
along the way
As I got down on my knees
I took a fortune cookie
from the collection tray
A note within to say …
“The Elvis of God
has left the building.
But finish your prayer anyway.
You are never just talking
to thin air.
For the Elvis
is ever listening
and always … he is near.”
Now to the one
and only Big Daddy
the Elvis of God
Not some Johnny come lately
Not just another great pretender
But the true Jerry Lee Lewis
of goodness & graciousness
like a great pillar of fire
of celestial desire
The Dylan of heavenly Inspiration
The King of Martin Luther
. . . both senior and junior
The most holy buddy
of Buddy Holly
with a hunk of burning love
for all of humanity
That’ll be the day
when the Elvis of God
descends from the sky
He’ll soon be returning
and that’s no lie
The darkness of despair
will retreat and disappear
from the shores of ever after
to the mountain tops of forever
Let me be your Teddy Bear
… that’s what I say
for a love that’s real
and does not fade away
~ by David B. Redpath © 2018-2020
‘Christ Served by the Angels’
~ by Jacques Stella
‘Crucifixion’ ~ by Salvador Dali
The Pieta ~ by Michelangelo
Photography:
David B. Redpath © 2018 – 2020
In the ghetto of the soul
a toxic river flowing
I loved this, David.
You’re talking to an ex punk rocker here. Johnny, Sid & Nancy. This really hit home with me.
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Glad you liked it Bojana.
Many of my friends donned the Safety Pin.
At the time of ‘Never Mind the Bollocks’ ,
from what I remember, I was too laid back
and mellow yellow. I couldn’t see the
sense in ripping up a perfectly good pair
of jeans just to stitch it up with safety pins?
But I did love the rage in the “music”.
God save the Queen …
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Ha. This is not a love song.
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Who could ever forget
‘Who killed Bambi?’ !?
A modern, yet timeless, classic.
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Oh you Silly Thing.
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Bojana …
You’ve really gone and done it now!
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Reblogged this on From 1 Blogger 2 Another.
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I have California Dreamin’ stuck in my head now. Time to drown it out with some Billy Idol.
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Don’t tell your mamma
nor your pappa!
… They would not approve.
Yes, perhaps ‘White Wedding’
should’ve been the theme song
for Harry and Meghan ?
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David, always terrific, always clever! “The truth is simple”, a mantra for sure. ~ Mia
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Thanks Mia.
Lynyrd Skynyrd once
reminded me …
‘Mama told me when I was young …’
“Come sit beside me, my only son
And listen closely to what I say
And if you do this it’ll help you some sunny day
… be a simple kind of man
Oh, be something you love and understand.
Baby be a simple kind of man.
Oh, won’t you do this for me, son, if you can.”
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You’re welcome, David.
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Excellent poem, David.
I admire you bringing in so many great legends of music.
The Elvis of God- an interesting title.
I remember watching a documentary about Elvis once and it said the favourite type of music he personally enjoyed singing was Gospel music.
Then I heard another story about Elvis signing a couple of autographs for a pair of giggling schoolgirls.
Elvis asked them, “You’re pretty excited to get these autographs eh, girls?.”
“That’s right,” one of the girls gushed, “because you’re the King.”
“No,” Elvis shook his head, “I am not the King. Jesus is the King. Remember that, girls.”
So in spite of many shortcomings in his personal life, Elvis was a believer.
By God’s grace, may he be up in Heaven singing a song he did so beautifully, “In my Father’s house are many mansions.”
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I’m sure he is . . .
where there is peace
in the valley, and no
crying in the chapel.
Thanks Chris for the
illuminating Elvis info.
An Australian country singer once
told me how he went to Nashville
just to meet Johnny Cash. He said,
“Johnny, I’m your biggest fan, and
I know all your songs.”
Johnny Cash just looked him in the
eye and said,
“But son, do you know Jesus?”
He soon become a Gospel singer,
Country and Western style.
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What a wonderful story.
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Your poetry is so interesting and relevant of today’s world. This one, weaving rock and roll with religion, yet somehow, for me, strongly reflects the darkness. I wonder what your poem would be like if it had to reflect only the light. Seeing the light is the challenge we have in our today world, but nevertheless it is there.
You craft your thoughts and words together, beautifully.
Keep on ‘poeming’ and send us messages of light and love often.
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The light shines into the darkness.
I try to write from my own
experiences, dialed down
a notch or two … believe me.
Thanks for reading,
and your observations.
My wife agrees with you completely.
Hope, faith, and love
all the way to Durban.
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Hi David,
I am inclined to agree with Carol. By the way, since you signed below the poem “~ by David B. Redpath © 2018”, does this mean that you wrote the poem last year?
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Thank you, Sound Eagle.
Yes. written and posted last year.
Did a minor rewrite, so reposted.
My wife tells me I should’ve put
© 2018 – 19.
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Wonderful poetry and beautiful pictures!!❤️
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Thank you, Rageshree.
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Thank you Desdi.
I was wanting to include that one.
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There’s many a favourite artist of mine through your story, cleverly showered upon, and exalted during your verse and words of praise run between every line.
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Thanks Ivor. Glad you liked it.
Everything old is new again!
If you wait long enough the good stuff
will always come back into fashion 😎
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Today I was playing Deborah Harry
Remembering my childish flurry
Talking to her on the telephone
completely in the flesh from home
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She was absolutely … Atomic! 😎
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She’d made me shake,
all through every bone……………
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Have to handle with care, Ivor,
if you have a heart of glass!? 😎
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I’ll be travelling light
It seemed the better way
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No Heavy Metal Rock,
that leaves your chakras
in a state of shock 😎
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No shocks
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Yes, ban the shock … Jock! ✌️☮️😁
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I like the tone of your poetry!
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Thank you very much, Luiza.
I like to ring the bell.
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And the beat goes on… This old drummer approves.
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Thanks for that Walt.
Does that make me
the Drummer Boy … ?
Pa rum pum pum pum
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You’re welcome my friend. Ba da bing, lol
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Best poem I’ve read in quite a while.
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Thank you very much, Cindy.
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Wow! Incredible poet and you travel. But honestly, the poem amasses a very artful passion.
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Thank you verily, Watt.
The travel is more a vocation.
Writing … the passion.
And yes, this poem in particular,
an accumulation of observation
. . . for no eye has seen . . . 😎
Thanks for the reading.
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Hope You are well.
Thought i, Shiro would let.
You Know… o…
…Big Boss Man…
This was very hard to read…
in the WP READER Feed.
All ran together etc.
…Was… All Shook Up.
Went To Your Site to read…
…Amazing grace… on the…
Edge of Reality…
It so did…
…Help Me Make It Through The Night
in Deed. Indeed
Take Care. Till Next… Shiro.
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Thank you, Shiro,
for seeing it through.
Sometimes WordPress
reads much better
when given a shake up 😎
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Hi.
Whole Lot of Shakin. Goin Ons…
All Shook Ups… in Deed. Indeed
Don’t Be Cruel… IOT.
Cheers.
Stay Well. Tale Care.
Till Next… Shiro
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Obviously, a heart that’s true!
That’s the wonder of you, Shiro😎
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I’ve just re-read your poem about the Elvis of God, so well done and so touching ! And I discovered its not about Elvis at all, its about Jesus ! And He is the light and the hope of the world. Thank you
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Thanks again 😎
Yes, I did a bit of a rewrite.
In Scandinavia, the name Elvis means
‘All Wise’, . . . So couldn’t be talking about
anyone human!? Not even King Solomon.
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Intense and beautiful 💞
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Thank you very much, Fiery.
I do try my best to write
in the present 🎁 tense 😎
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You write beautifully.
I’m fully enchanted 🌟
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Very clever writing – and powerful too. Impressive work.
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Thank you very much, Chris 🙏
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Now you know, the fickle finger of fate did plays tricks, to get you to the right place, and at the right time, just like the Elvis & Co’s Sons . . . and Daughters, who work nine till five . . .
It’s an absolutely Wonderful Poem David.
Sibyl X
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That fickled finger of fate, sooner or later,
has us all lining up at the terminal gate.
Thank you exceedingly, Sibyl.
Elvis Costello & I are very grateful 😎
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Your very welcome David
And only those who want to take excess baggage with them, sadly, might end up in Heart-break Hotel on Jail House’s Rock of Ages, due to a Hard Daze Night with the Nine Til Five Dolly Birds of a feather.
Sibyl XXX
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Very powerful and uniquely written❤️
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Merci beaucoup, Ilona.
Très appréciée 💛
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I see you’ve re-posted this excellent poem of yours, David.
It’s probably one of my favourites. ☺
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Thanks for that, Chris 🙏
Yes . . . the Rock that doesn’t roll
is my ever present source of bliss.
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Rocking to that jailhouse Rock
Third rock from the sun
Can’t help falling in love
With the hound dog’s blue suede shoes
Love me tender
Don’t be cruel
If I can dream
In the ghetto
That’s all right then
A little less conversation
A little more action
All this aggravation
Ain’t satisfactioning me!
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“He was the first prisoner of rock ‘n’ roll
and it was self-inflected wounds that
he died of at 42. I don’t want it to end
and I don’t want to be the fat guy in the
white suit. Elvis died from the inside out.”
~ Johnny Rotten
I think Elvis Presley himself had some
trouble getting satisfaction ?!
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That seems to be the way most Rock and Rollers go 😦
The Elvis of God a different matter entirely 😀
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Yes, the idolatry of the music industry,
with all the demands of screaming fans,
is no Nirvana.
Rage is at the heart of Rock ‘n’ Roll 💓
But too much rocking takes a heavy toll💔
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Kiss found the perfect balance… 😛
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If you want a private life, stay anonymous.
All that crazy face paint maintained their
sanity.😾
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I’ve wanted to ask you this for a while. I feel like I’ve met you before. Did you happen to post on fictionpress about a decade ago?
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No … For me, that was another lifetime.
One without the atmosphere of cyberspace.
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That must’ve been another wandering poetic Aussie…
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Sadly, the jail’s here are full of them.
But then, Australia was for a time,
a convict colony 😎
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Haha! You make me want to visit the land down under. I think I’d rather like listening to that sort of jailhouse rock.
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Well, Waltzing Matilda was very nearly our
national anthem, but conservative forces
in high places didn’t like the idea of such a
rebellious song replacing the old ‘God Save
the Queen’. I would’ve been happy with the
Sex Pistols version as our new anthem 😎
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Conservative forces would have probably done better with ‘Who can it be Now’ by Men Down Under, the anthem of protectionism
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With a dash of paranoia.
I guess a Pink Floyd song, like ‘Another
Brick in the Wall’ would’ve been too much
for Australian athletes to remember all the
words, when winning gold at the Olympics?
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You’ve done a great job once again!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ηave a nice day David!!!
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Efcharistó polý, Efi 🙏
And you too 😎
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AWW wishes in greek … thank you so much I sincerely appreciate your thoughts … as well as your writing talent!!
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And I’m a better educated me
thanks to Efisoul63 😎
Happy Persian New Year, Efi 💛
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I really learn a lot of all of you !!!! Thank you David !!!
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Master dish licker. 😆
Weight loss insultants. 😆
Selfie ascension.😆
Elvis, in a poem with Gary Glitter, Johnny Rotten & Billy Idol. Have mercy.
Intravenous anarchy. 😖
Listening to some oldies, huh?
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Yes, you can’t beat the classics, Vic.
Especially these days of K-rap 😎
Lord have mercy, indeed!
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Righteous! 🤓💕
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Keep on Rocking the Casbah 😎☮️💛
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Thank you very much for following my site😀😊.God bless you.
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My pleasure 😎
And likewise, Jannatul 🙏
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👦❤😃
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Oh ! My ! My! You have outdone yourself with this magnificent verse.
The lines are truth laden , honest and fierce.
Your rhyme with so reason makes me proud ;
Of you , can you hear me applauding, eew so loud.
Ta
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Yassy, you’re makin’ me gush & blush!
You’ve even blown my shades off 🙃🕶️
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My dear friend , hush !
You look even cuter with your shades off
Ooh! Love the way , your hat you doff!
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🥰🕶️💛🎩💫
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✍️💐🌞🌈🎂🍓
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😊🙏😀 Thank you very much for following my site. ❤ God bless you.
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Hey dear, just wanted to let you know my blog is now private. Had some ‘problems’ I wanted to get rid of, and I’m afraid this was the only way to stop some people from reading and harassing me. Anyway, you’ll need to ask for permission so I can grant you access. It’s easy, you’ll see, just click on my blog.
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Sorry to hear, Bojana.
Tis sad that freedom of expression often
comes with a heavy troll ✌️💛
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Too heavy to bear at times, so we resort to what we have at disposal and hope for the best.
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Within the creative poetic expression,
that breaks us free of broken oppression,
and all of this world’s crime of grime,
are the tools of a well stocked arsenal
for neutralizing tools, fools, & assholes 😎
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You’re beautiful. To sum up, fuck ’em.
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🤭👍☠️🕳️💭💥✔️
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❤
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sweet venom on the tongue
with chemical smoke rising
Into the ghetto of the soul
a toxic river flowing
I missed reading you!
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Likewise Basilike💛
I assumed you were cruising the Aegean.
But nothing like a sabbatical to clear the WordPress bats from the belfry 😎
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Exactly!
I was cruising the living room, some books, older pieces of writing, and my mind of course. It’s too early for the Aegean!
And what have you been up to?
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Just chillin’. It’s Autumn down under.
Getting ready for winter, when like a
southern hemispherical duck 🦆 I’ll be
heading north, as far as I can drive 🚙
To the tropical Gulf of Carpentaria 🌅
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I’d do the same. I’d always avoid the winter if I could.
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That’s one of the nice things about the land of Oz.
You can roam from the cool temperate, through
the endless arid, to the hot tropical, without a
visa and a passport.
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Traveling light, that is!
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And at light speed 🎠
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Damn and Good Lord. Just brilliant. Still reeling. Thank You, David. ❤️
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Much appreciated, Katy 💛
As Chuck Berry would say . . .
nothing like a bit of reelin’ & a rockin’
till the break of day 😎
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😄
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Whether we like to admit it or not we all Have Friends in Low Places. In our earlier correspondence I committed the mortal sin or not mentioning Blackadder.
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Yes Chris, it was Baldrick who took
me down, with his Time Team,
into some deep archeological pit.
Talking of fiends in low places!
But, I must confess, I did dig it at
the time, along with the team 😎
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It’s still not old hat.
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trying to figure how to work Roy Orbison into this…
great stuff, DR. And each time I glimpse MA’s “Pieta”, I have goosebumps.
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Yes, my hands were a shakin’
when that pic I was takin’ 😲
Thankfully, Roy Orbison got
a final standing ovation
with the Travelling Wilburys
before departing the station.
Heading for that Penny Arcade
where everyone’s a winner
and only love songs are played
(As in the music that you love,
with harmonies from above.
There should always be a place
for the likes of Frank Zappa
and Pink Floyd. Otherwise heaven
would be a place to avoid 😎).
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yeah, they were fun… glad he got to play with them. soaring voice.
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And Tom Petty, gone too soon.
I saw him & the Heartbreakers in concert
when Tom was young and angry!
Then years later on stage with Dylan.
He had mellowed out a bit by then.
But still a Rock ‘n’ Roll refugee 😎
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read an interesting interview with him omce… thoughtful sort of guy, TP.
me, I sort of detoured out of the whole rock scene by the the early to mid 70s. wonder if it is true that the pop of our youth is what shapes our aesthetics, Jefferson Airplane, Jethro Tull, Band… by 75 I was a hardcore world music dude with sprinklings of jazz/classical fusion, stuff like Oregon and Arvo Part. Haven’t a clue who I’d like if I were 20 now. 🙂
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Yes, RS … I believe western civilization
reached it’s zenith around the mid seventies.
In the immortal words of Skyhooks,
“Whatever happened to the revolution?
We all got stoned and it drifted away!”
… In a purple haze of self indulgence
endless guitar solos and overdoses.
I believe any Twenty Something these day
would need to be into Retro, or lost forever
in that “hopeless little screen”.
I now see the Punk scene as perhaps the
last dying gasp of Rock ‘n’ Roll … but with
a dangerous mix of anger and dementia 😎
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I’m in ecstasies
Of devotion
Is it wrong
To worship this?
Big Daddy
Jesus-in-Elvis
Your god-born soul
I kiss 🙏🌟💋🎉
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I don’t have a wooden heart ❤️ Lia,
so I’m very touched by what you say.
Thank you very much 🙏
Upon the Rock, that doesn’t roll,
we have a King ✝️
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What a heartfelt
Blessing ❤️
These words make
My soul sing 😇🎶💫
Thanks David
For your messages
From the true King 🙏🎉
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Amazing journey! I had to come up for air a few times as I needed to pause and reflect. The words fit together much like a jigsaw, with the very best saved for the end.
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Thanks for sojourning amid the
extracts from my journal, Buckeye.
Glimpses from a long journey,
pieced together … with a prayer 🙏
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Came back to read again, as I always need to read your poems at least twice.
You are very clever, and your work meaningful. I got a lot out of this, due to the many pop culture references from the 50’s to now.
Thank you!
Oh I enjoyed the next post, but comments weren’t on,. Thank you for that, too!
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A double dose of thanks, Resa 🙏🙏
Apparently WordPress has changed
my format so I now need to open a
comments section, which needs to
be done on my office computer. Even
my iPad isn’t equipped to do this new
unasked for function. I phone blogged
that Euro post, sitting in my local cafe,
hence no comment section. The pics
are from my No. 2 son’s Christmas
trip through Europe. He and his wife,
Alexandra, were actually travelling
down from the Matterhorn when
that recent big avalanche happened.
Fortunately they were on a train
heading down from the Swiss Alps
at the time, rather than out on the
snow. The train was snowed in for
a time, but eventually dug out 🏔️
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Crazy train ride, and crazy about the comments!
Your son & his wife are gorgeous!!!
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Yes! I think I’ll keep ’em 😎
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