Why the tears my dear friend?
Fear and trepidation
Spreading across the land
The future …
Emerging from a past
Of processed confusion
And confected division
Is coming down fast
Like a border incursion
Those good times
High on industrialized crimes
They just couldn’t last
As the die is finally cast
Is it too late to make a stand
In a world out of order
Where even the weather
All helter skelter
Is hitting the fan?
The once so high and mighty
They’ll be rocked
Down in the valley
Down amid the shifting sand
All creation getting ready
The Rock steady
As angels strike up the band
Look around my dear friend
Peace and safety
Nowhere to be found
Rocking every nation
The question begging
As angels strike up the band
Dry your eyes my dear friend
Let me take you by the hand
There’s a Universe a-sparkling
With galaxies a-swirling
All too beautiful
Too glorious to comprehend
How could a mere mortal
Ever hope to understand?
Creation is getting ready
The Rock steady
As angels strike up the band
And Jesus …
He’s my main man
He’s the keeper of the keys
He sets my mind at ease
In every dimension
The 360 degrees
Love divine
By grand design
If you please?
Freedom beyond
Whatever disease
Has brought you
To your knees
Heaven and Earth
At his command
From overture to ovation
All creation getting ready
The Rock steady
As angels strike up the band
Look around my dear friend
Jubilation in the land
Little children
Woman
Man
All part
And parcel
Of the Master’s plan
From a burst of stardust
An eternity so grand
With an open invitation
To all those who thirst
For a loving dose
of instant righteousness
in a flash of revelation
It’s just a matter of choice
Saints getting ready
The Rock steady
As angels strike up the band
~ by David B. Redpath © 2018-2023
(Inspired by the lyrics of Warren Zevon)
When you’re sad
and when you’re lonely
and you haven’t got a friend
Just remember
that death is not the end
And all that you’ve held sacred
falls down and does not mend
Just remember
that death is not the end
When you’re standing
on the crossroads
that you cannot comprehend
Just remember
that death is not the end
And all your dreams
have vanished and you
don’t know what’s up the bend
Just remember
that death is not the end
When the storm clouds
gather ’round you
and heavy rains descend
Just remember
that death is not the end
And there’s no one there
to comfort you
with a helpin’ hand to lend
Just remember
that death is not the end
The tree of life is growing
where the spirit never dies
And the bright light
of salvation shines
In dark and empty skies
When the cities are on fire
with the burning flesh of men
Just remember
that death is not the end
~ Bob Dylan
Artwork;
‘Musical Angel’
~ by Rosso Fiorentino
‘St.Bride’ ~ by John Duncan
‘The Annunciation’
~ by Alessandro Allori
‘The Adoration of the Shepherds’
~ by Guido Reni
‘Madonna of the Magnificat’
~ by Alessandro Botticelli
‘Christ Healing the Blind Man’
~ by Sebastiano Ricci
‘Christ served by Angels’
~ by Jacques Stella
‘The Transformation’
~ by Lodovico Carracci
‘Pietà’ ~ by Pietro Perugino
‘The Agony in the Garden’
~ by Pietro Perugino
‘St. Michael Vanquishing Satan’
~ by Raphael
Photography:
David B. Redpath © 2018-2023
Amazing artwork and words. I was a soldier for 15 years and I knew the combat soldiers. The oldtimers who drink the memories away. My father served in the Korean war and Vietnam. He drank himself to death. I tried and I was saved. A powerful and worthwhile work my friend.
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Peace … beyond human understanding
With Love … outstanding
With Joy … downloading
The Truth… Upstanding
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.
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This is ❤
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Thanks DreamGirl.
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Bravo!
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Thanks, Anna.
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You are very talented David. Another one that has left me breathless.
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Thanks BeeZeeGee.
You’ve been a busy bee!
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Lol I know. Maybe I should write a limerick about the busy bee! Ha!
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The Busy Bee
meets a Circus Flea.
Should there be
a sting in the tale?
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Ah. That reminds me of grandna’s pink satin knickers! A sting in the tale! Do you wanna know the story? Ha!
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Grandna’s pink satin
knickers
secret is safe with me.
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Lol actually they were mine!
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I’m the soul of discretion.
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Ha ha. I am not lol
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What can I add David
The clues are all here
in one form or another
SPIRITUAL Brother
Sibyl X
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Thanks Sibyl 💛
for coming along
and riding the poetic dragon🐉
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It’s been exhilarating and my pleasure David.
I imagine that mode of transport would feel exhilarating, like stepping into the Film Avatar, and mastering the dragon that rises up above all others and fights to save the Tree of Life’s Sanity.
That parabola journey comes from all directions and Transformers aimed at that particular appointed arrows Target.
Thank you for saying something David, because I feared I’d gone too far with you.
Sibyl X
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Never, Sibyl 😇💛
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Your poetry is so well crafted. It is well worth re-reading for new insights and connections.
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Much appreciated, Anna🙏
One day we’ll find it …
the Angelic Connection 😇
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Colorful pictures! And did the angels sing, When The Saints Come Marching In?
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To a Rock-Gospel fusion beat 😇👌
Thanks MB, for marching along 😎
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You definitely live for the word and the image, David. Everything you craft is always colorful, and profound in meaning, with beautiful literary and pictorial portraits of so many world realities, sometimes sad, but hope and faith never abandon the forefront in your work. Well done, my friend! Gràcies per compartir tanta bellesa i visions. 👏😊😇
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Visiones de ángeles a nuestro alrededor.
Moltes gràcies, dolça Marta 💛
There by divine grace 🙏 goes my post
on the WordPress 😇🕶️
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Yeah! 👏
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Please, call the angels for us, David. Today is a sad day. Our peaceful leaders of Catalonia’s proindependence movement and our democratically elected politicians have been condemned up to 13 years in prison for sedition. Where is the sedition here if there was never any violence from the Catalan side? Obviously, the Spanish state has created and is creating a factory of fake news. They have also imprisoned 7 common citizens accused of invented terrorism. One of them is totally isolated in a prison cell since September 23, has had no possibility to speak with a lawyer, has no light in the cell and is taken outside in the last turn for dinner eating only the leftovers. Today is indeed a sad day, but also the starting point for a series of intensified NVDA (Non Violent Direct Actions). We are taking the streets peacefully and practicing civil disobedience whenever necessary. There is no other way.
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The more things change,
the more the brutal power game
stays the same.
As the dogs have been unleashed
upon Kurdistan, by a President who’s
done some unholy deal with the
Ottoman, and doesn’t give a damn.
One man’s patriotism
is another man’s oppression.
The Spanish Government is
getting away with such repression
of Catalan, as the ‘Free World’ is
distracted Middle-Eastern chaos.
And Brussels is too busy screwing
the British Brexit.
So much for the Idealism
of Euro Socialism!?
Like the Kurds, Catalonia is sadly on
its own in the struggle for freedom.
My thoughts and prayers are with
you and yours, Marta 🙏💛✊
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Thank you, David. Yes, we are on our own in this struggle for freedom. It has always been like that throughout Catalonia’s history. However, many revolutions triumph when the masses of the people united don’t give up. In our case, as opposed to the terrible situation of the Kurds (my thoughts and prayers for them), change suggests better, but it will be a long and hard way with sacrifices. Remember the nonviolent movements of Mahatma Gandhi, Rosa Parks, Martin Luther King, etc. This is the direction it is taking. And it is unstoppable now. There is no other way.
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Let the music begin! I’m more than ready!!
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🎶 That’s a grand plan, Jan 😇
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That’s two of us!
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The poem has the warmth of a hug. Amazing.
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Thank you so much, Kritika 🙏
It’s true that the world could do
with a celestial personal touch 😎
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Welcome 🙂
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Wonderful art work. The colours are enlightening.
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I’ve had the privilege to visit
these angelic masterpieces.
So the temptation I couldn’t
resist to takes some pictures 😇
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Indeed they are irresistible. 🙂
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A great poem full of hope for these troubled times we live in, David.
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Thanks Christopher 🙏
This disposable culture,
of Presidential betrayal
with a petrochemical flavour,
is in need of a true Saviour.
May hope, faith, and love
by providence
provide the answer 🕊️
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Most lovely and devotional poem,
dear Redpath.
So much beautiful lines which are repeated in your verse are amazing.
“Rock steady as angels strike up the band…..”
🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷
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Thank you abundantly, Aruna 💛🙏
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You are most welcome,dear!!🙏🙏🙏💛💛💛
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Dear David Redpath!! where is that
place and those beautiful pics belong
from which church? plz reply.
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From memory, the sculpture of an
angel spearing the dragon was in
the Sacré-Cœur Basilica, Paris.
I took the pic of the army vehicle
outside the Florence Duomo.
Sadly the police and military were
on high terrorist alert, but you’re
not supposed to take photos of the
security personnel. So I didn’t.
The Angel Artworks are spread
around the art galleries of Europe.
I took them a couple of years ago,
so I’m not sure which one was
where, Aruna. The ‘Musical Angel’
🎶👼plays in the Ufizzi Gallery 😎
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Oh.so sad for no permission to see those.but all those are most beautiful,dear!!
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Brilliant artwork and your poetic words are divine.
I’m always surprised how you create words and you create from your own heart of gold.
I love this David. 🙂
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Thank you exceedingly, Charlie.
Life is a journey where there is
gold to be found. Like the light
that sparks the love from above,
rather than dark stuff underground.
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That is beautiful and you are right my friend. Amen brother.
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That’s beautiful, David! Thank You and Cheers!!! 🙂
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Thank you angelically, Katy.💖
So glad you tuned in 🙏
It it truly something soul stirring
to hear the angels sing 🎶 😇
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My pleasure, David! And indeed!!! ❤️🙏🏼🌟
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I love that jeep…thing! Stardust!
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The armoured defence vehicle
is Italian Army issue, Victoria.
So it had only one forward gear
. . . and four reverse 🔀 😎
“We are stardust,
we are golden.
We are caught
in the devils bargain.
And we got to get ourselves
back to the garden.”
~ Joni Mitchell
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“Billion year old carbon…”
God, I love that song. I’m a Matthews Southern Comfort version type.
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Whatever gets your boots scooting 😎
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❤
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Wow. Reading, again… How very apropos for today!
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Thanks for taking
the double dip, Vic✌️😎
“Stake my future
on a hell of a past
Looks like tomorrow
is a coming on fast
Ain’t complaining about
what I got
Seen better times
but who has not
Silvio silver and gold
Won’t buy back the beat
of a heart grown cold
Silvio I gotta go
Find out something
only dead men know”
~ Bob Dylan
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I hope YOU aren’t going to find out something only dead men know…anytime soon. 🤗
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Fingers crossed🤞
And I’ll try my best 😎
not to stray from the nest 🐦
The important thing, Vic,
… is you stay safe 💛
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BIG hugs, David! 🤗❤
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loving the pictures:)
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Thank you, Ilona 🙏😎
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Very inspiring poem… Thank you for sharing.
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My celestial pleasure, Leonie 😇
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Most poetic lyrics Mr. Redpath and fantastic Art / Photography to match 👌🏻✌🏼
Love the Raphael.
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Thank you very much, Don 🙏
I did assume you were
a high renaissance man 😎
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Always a pleasure … especially when your pulling on my bridle 😎🤭
😉
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I let my spurs and riding crop
do my talkin’, Don …
🎶 Cause folks is dumb
where’s I come from 🎠🤠🎶
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Well-crafted David. I enjoyed your vision of the song lyrics. It can be a satisfying experience gathering poetic expressions as they provide interpretation.
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Yes, sometimes when the music is
rocking, the lyrics, in my head get a
… re-tweaking 😎
Thanks Buckeye for reading.
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Wondrous and beautiful poem 🙏❤️
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Thank you astronomically, Judy 💫
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You’re welcome, David✨It’s my pleasure to read your phenomenal writing art✨🤗
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Awesome poem!
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Thanks Lily 🙏
It’s a reposting, since I’ve been fully
occupied sewing a neck support,
and baking a nutty fruit cake 🥮😎
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Ooooh sounds fun post your cake and recipe when it’s done.
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I’m glad you repost. I get to see what I miss
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Well … I’ve been a bit too busy
to write poetry, EC. As I prowl the
back streets of this dirty city 🏙️
seeking contraband tiolet paper
👀 for my outdoor dunny 😎
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Lol ❤️
Then I need you to do exactly this, post anything I’ve missed
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When I’m this busy
I miss my regular dose
of Miss EC poetry 💛
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Wow, what a beautiful poem of yours. I love the bit about Jesus. Great lyrics by Bob Dylan too. I’m not familiar with those. Thank you.
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Thank you most lyrically, Lizzy 🙏
Always my pleasure some Dylan.
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I absolutely LOVE this, David. 🙏🏼 ready, ready, ready 🙏🏼
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Thank you celestially, Rita 🙏
God will save His fallen angels
And their broken wings He’ll mend
When He draws their hearts together
And they learn to love again
All their sins will be forgiven
In the twinkle of an eye
All the saints rejoice in heaven
When the fallen angels fly
~ Billy Joe Shaver
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Ready!
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Bob Dylan keeps asking me
the same questions ❓❓❓
every time I play this song 🤔🕶️
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Broken link, but my disciplines presently allow no video or audio anyway. Think we’re on the same page, though. Same paragraph, too. Same sentence, actually… 🙋
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In case you missed this……..gift from Bob Dylan……..Sarah
https://www.theguardian.com/music/2020/mar/27/bob-dylan-new-song-kennedy-assassination
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Thank you, Sarah ❤️
I’ve been slow dancing
to Mr, Dylan’s new song 🎶
all night long 🎵😎
🎼At 17 minute increments⌚
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Very beautiful. ❤
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Thank you most harmoniously,
Anna 🙏💛
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Wonderful words of hope and encouragement for these troubled times, David.
And the artwork is truly divine.
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Thanks Chris 🙏
Next time I go to an art gallery I’m
determined to take a better camera.
Yes, I wouldn’t want to sugar coat
this current pestilence. Nor post
something flippant, or alarmist,
… like this;
🎶Oh, a germ is threatening
My very life today
If I don’t get some shelter
Oh yeah, I’m gonna fade away
Corrr Ona, it’s just a cough away
It’s just a cough away
Corrr Ona, it’s just a sneeze away
It’s just a sneeze away
Ooh, see the virus sweepin’
Our very streets today
Spreads like Eee Bola
A black plague is on its way
Corrr Ona, it’s just a kiss away
It’s just a kiss away
Corrr ona, it’s just a shot away
It’s just a shot away 🎶
~ The Strolling Bones ☠️😎
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I wonder how much the Strolling Bones owe Uncle Ernie for drugs they bought but never paid for? 🤑
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Old Rubber lips and the band are
in the black with Uncle Ernie 💵
Apparently he took it out in trade 🤔
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To accompany your beautiful words, David.
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Thank your 🙏
I finally had a chance to watch
and listen. Most inspiring, in a
divinely archangelic fashion 😇
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You’re welcome. 🙂
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Perfect, wonderful medicine for today. Sweet love letter to the world. Thank You, David. It’s great reading this again…sinks in very deep. Sending Love Y’alls way! ❤️🙏🏼🌀
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Thank you wondrously, Katy 💛
I’ve been waiting with much
trepidation for a shoe to drop.
The way we treat Mother Nature
taking such reckless advantage
of her, whilst feeder her our toxic
slop 😢
Hopefully there’s a bright future
when all this current pestilence
comes to a stop 🚫⚡🌧️🌦️🌤️🌞
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I think there will be. 🤗❤️🙏🏼🌷🌀
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Such beautiful words… bring peace to mind, heart and soul… pleasure to read…
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An angelic thank you, Geetika 🙏😇
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You’re welcome…am blessed to read…
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Wow! ❣️
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A wild crazy wow, I trust 🙏😎
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Haha! Thanks ❣️
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Well done David for this well written poem. I loved it very much, the sound effects and the imagery, the rhyme and the profound meaning behind it all. Very heartfelt
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Thank you very much, Larzarus.
Your positive feedback is very
much appreciated 🙏
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I was driving between home when Baba o’Reilly came on the car radio and I was transfixed: the whole feel of that song is apocalyptic, strongly reminiscent of these dark, ravaged times ;
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The music of the Who was such a
major influence during my formative
years. Experiencing the full blown
stage production of ‘Tommy’ was a
particular highlight.
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wow! you saw that? how amazing! Apparently ‘Baba O’Reilly’ was the opening song of a second rock opera that never quite made it to production
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The movie ‘Quadrophenia’ was
a Pete Townsend brain child.
He was ever dreaming big.
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Just beautifully written. These posts are like glorious Psalms to the Lord. All the artwork stunning. Have a blessed evening. Love 💕 Joni
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Thank you, Joni 💛
May God bless & keep you always 🙏
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You are so welcome. Love Joni
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When you’re sad and when you’re lonely and you haven’t got a friend Just remember that death is not the end And all that you’ve held sacred falls down and does not mend Just remember that death is not the end
This is brilliant. I think I’ll call it inspirational realism. Btw David, I wanted to know if you wanted to write for the literati Mafia. I’m trying hard to revive the collective. Contact me if you’re interested. And let’s work on the extraterrestrial (Remastered) ?
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Dylan is the Man …
and a Poet Laureate 👌
Sorry that I’ve been flat out recently,
Nitin. Your communique did get lost
in an avalanche of spam. I’ll reply as
soon as I can 👍 I’d be happy to
forward some poetry imminently.
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Beautiful David!
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Thank you merrily on a high, Dwight 😎
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I like it!
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Grazie Flavio 🙏
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Beautiful work! Nice poem! Great video! Great shared ☺️
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Very much appreciated, Priti 🙏😎
I travelled many a mile to stand before
those artworks 🖼️🕺 in awe 👁️❗👁️
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☺️🙏
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a rollicking rouse of hope and inspiration; a paean of faith and triumph; great artwork too, David —
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Thanks for enrapturing my post, John 🙏
Yes … when the going gets tough
the angelic music gets going 🎸😇 🎶
If only we could learn to listen 🤔🕶️
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not too much heavy metal, I trust, David 🙂
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According to what
Aristotle once told me
you only hear what
you want to hear 🙉
To my uncultivated ear👂
the music of the spheres
is more Punk than Puccini.
But then, with a dash
of La bohème thrown in
during intermission
so you can go ➡️
get some popcorn 🍿😎👍
perhaps even a beer 🍺
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hahaha; all tastes catered for then, David 🙂
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Wonderful poem, David. A ray of hope is always welcome in these trying times. Beautiful photographs. Enjoyed this beautiful post and comment section too.
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Thanks for attending the overture, Indira.
I’m sure the rest of life’s dramatic opera
will be out of this world 🌎 🙏
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Thanks for sharing this well-Crafted. I iove these lyrics. Anita
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My angelic pleasure, Anita.
A celestial thanks for reading 🙏😇
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this is really beautiful, David.
encouraging and inspiring too 🙏🤍
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On this journey of life, it is good
to have a destination, Destiny ⬆️
Thanks for tuning in 🙏😎
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yes, said so true
we search always though 😁
my pleasure 🙏
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Spoken like a true seeker 👁️♾️👁️
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lol, it is the way of life or so they say… always searching or something like that 😁
much enjoyed, David 🙏
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When nations collapse, banks collapse, or fake disease strikes, the vultures swoop in, capture the wealth from small and medium business.
Shoo away the angels and saints, and think and act like a vulture!
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Fab post,David! Now, I’m going to listen to a Warren Zevon song! WW’s of London!
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One of my absolute favourites, Resa.
I sang it to myself 🐺 🎶 the entire
time I was in London in the hope of
encountering a werewolf. Sadly I found
not a one. Not a Sid Vicious, or even
a Johnny Rotten! So instead I tuned
in to Ralph Mc Tell’s ‘Streets of London’.
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Lol! Maybe Warren meant London, Ontario? 🤔
The JR & SV days are over, at least in the popular urban vernacular. However, their sentiment remains sentient.
Unfortunately Ralph Mc Tell’s ‘Streets of London’ are also the streets of Toronto.
Ahhh WOooooo 🐺 🎶
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Those werewolves are prowling
the streets of every big city, Resa.
An Uber Eats menu in hand and on
the hunt for a soy caffe latte ☕🐺
If you see one coming your way 👀
you may become it’s very next
untimely DoorDash delivery 😱
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Why my tears? No need of more words
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Fantastic
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An angelic thanks you 🙏😇🕶️
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Your poetry is beautifully written
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Thank you very much, Lynn 🙏
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