Poetic words
Words revealing
Words that play with you
and hang from the ceiling
Words of the absurd
… devoured by birds
Words deceiving
Words that leave me
… lost for words
Words most appealing
Words that may never
ever wish to be heard
Words with true feeling
Words of vision
Words of hate
Words that poison
Words of fate
Words of division
Words of destruction
Words that imprison
once they are spoken
Words that come running
whenever you call
Words designed
to make you feel small
Shaken words
Words mistaken
For the sake of mere words
people forsaken
Freedom words
Words of wisdom
Ambitious words
… put on exhibition
Words alarming
Words disarming
Words that are loud
proud and demanding
Hollow words
that don’t mean a thing
Words like swords
Words that sting
Words by which
you’ll be held to account
Words of a sermon
standing high on a mount
Words of gratitude
for a life freely given
Words that delude
Words that are broken
Words that exude
fear and superstition
Words overheated
transmitted
and bleated too often
A time for words
A time for action
The moving hand
endlessly writing
The words of history
needlessly repeating
Joyful words
Words of creation
Words of sadness
Words unspoken
Words that bless
Words that curse
Words that caress
Words that live
Words that break
Words bullet-proof
Words that speak
of spiritual truth
Words that give
and words that take
Loving words
Words of passion
Words that flower
with the power
of expression
Celestial words
from heaven descending
Healing words
Words redeeming
Words that surpass
all human understanding
Words of forgiveness
Words of grace
Words from beyond
this time and space
Words that shine brightly
throughout the night
Upon the lips of an angel
words of liberty
taking flight
Words and Image:
~ David B. Redpath © 2018-21
YeShuVaH Ha Massiach bless you, thanks for stopping by the WORD – Two edged sword….
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Keep on Pressing the Word on WordPress…
it’s a process.
I’m sure King James would be impressed
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Polonius: What do you read, my lord?
Hamlet: Words, words, words.
Sick of dealing with Uncle Claudius’ turds 💩
The prince picked up a book of prophecy and read David Redpath’s words
The answer to “what is Hecuba to him?”
is that we are living in a world of chronic sin
and sometimes a work of art will cause us to pause
and examine what happens when we break God’s laws.
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And Hecuba,
being the mother
of all Paris
and the prophetess
Cassandra,
would also
have been accepted
as a correct answer.
~ Thanks Chris 4 your
neo classic response.
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You’re welcome, David. 🙂
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I love words!! And this is a great poem!:)
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Thanks Stella.
Words fail me …
Or is it vice versa?
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Welcome!:) Some say words are just words tho. I doubt you fail them, you seem to be perfect companions!
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Word up!
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Sword down! … Whatsup?
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Peace out!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Lovely, brings to mind the lyrics of a Sat Stevens’ song from long ago as follows: “there are no words I can use because the meaning still leaves for you to choose and I couldn’t stand to let them be abused by you” love your poem and Cat Stevens’ lyrics, both so true. Thank you for reading my poem and for the reblog, I am very grateful. I look forward to reading much more of your work… so many poems and books, so little time! All the best
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Thank you with much green tea for
the Tillerman. My wordy offering is
but a Moon shadow against the Sun.
May the Great Lexicon be with you
throughout the sentence of 2021😎
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Wonderful poem! Loved this!
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Greatly appreciated, Lauren 🙏❤️😎
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Wow… le David is back in grand style… magnifique. Well is your word. 💛
Beautifully written 👌🙏
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It is well with my soul that you
vibed to my verbiage, Lia 💛🙏 😎
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I think you’ve covered all bases here, David 🙂 as usual, my favourite is the Sermon on the Mount; how capacious a word is ‘word’ 🙂
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Thank you most commodiously,
John. With no explication to be
found in a worldwide acronym,
the humble word could do with
some amplification. Till then,
much like Mick Jagger, my poor
lexicon “can’t get no satisfaction”.
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🙂 ‘commodiously’ : that’s the word I was after 🙂
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Happy to oblige, John 👍😎
That stint I did at the Royal
Academy of Verbacious Verbiage
does comes in handy.
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as dear old Rod would say, David: ‘you wear it well’ 🙂
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Of course! Being head prefect
I was expected to be impeccably
dressed 👗
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Lol !!
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Extremely wordy, worthy expression of deeper meanings, don’t come easy. 😎
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I don’t mean to sing the blue, but a
single word can be the difference
between fake the news, and a higher
reality in blue suede shoes. A word
can be worth a thousand pictures,
and vica versa. It’s all down to the
words that we choose.
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🤩😎 💜
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Wow.
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🙏 ♾️ 😎
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from the honey of my mind
poetic words, friendly words
the symbol you utter I utter
to create mentally pictures
steady by words with words
…
thanks, David ;))
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Thank you for this response of
such poetic sartorial elegance,
flowing with much milk and honey,
Word Mistress Coco 💛
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Excellent, here are some words for thought.
Word = God
God = Word
John 1:1
In the beginning the Word already existed. The Word was with God, and the Word was God.
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Thank you Angelo for that
divine expression. The Word ✝️
is the true source of creation🌎
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Hamlet after reading this poem was asked by Polonius, “What do you read, my lord?” and Hamlet answered, “Words, words, words.”
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That is most curious, Chris.
When I asked Elvis if he had
anything to say, he answered,
“Girls, girls, girls.”
When I pick up a cheeseburger
to munch
A crunchy crunchety
A crunchety crunch
I never ever get to finish my lunch
Because there’s always bound
to be a bunch of
Girls, in tight sweaters,
Girls, in short dresses,
A walkin’ and wigglin’ by
yay, yay, yay
Girls, out boatin’
Girls, just a floatin’
So pretty, Lord I could cry.
I’m just a red blooded boy
And I can’t stop thinkin’ about
Girls! Girls! Girls!
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Sounds like Elvis and I have something in common.
Of course I’ve yet to fire a gun into my television screen because my cheeseburger wasn’t cooked to my liking.
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Elvis was a bit of a fussy Priscilla 😎
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Really love this one David.. a sweet ending!
Pat
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Thank you fluently, Pat 🙏
Fortunately, I ran out of words
before the bitter end 😎
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I have a feeling that you will never truly run out of words🙂
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You’ve left me speechless 🙊
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Describing every kind of ‘Word’ in usage.
The ending is awesome. ‘…taking flight.’
Do you do the artwork on a digital platform?
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Thank you kindly, Kritika 🙏 💛
That particular picture is a shadow
selfie with cyber enhancement.
I usually use paint and canvas, but
digital is a whole lot neater 🎨😎
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“Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruits” (Prov. 18: 21).
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Without the fullness of heart 💛
words just endlessly clanging 🔔
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my words – my world
words have power
thoughts are closed in words
emotions are born in your mind
words flowing from the right mouth
they build up or destroy
our words – our world
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May the Word be with you,
Agnieszka, in the solidarity
of eternity 🙏 😎
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