Isis of Crisis
The silken road
of Afghan calm
that led me to Isis
The Queen Supreme
of my Karma Crisis
Born upon a desert storm
and a broken seance
There patiently
she awaits for me
at the Mirage Oasis
Category: Poetry
Girl, my little pearl
Meet Marta Pombo Sallés from Barcelona.
A poet partisan of Catalan Independence,
and as an accomplished belly dancer, a deft
hand with scimitar or fan … So watch out!

Girl, my little pearl
you swirl in golden waters
when you wear the highest heels
when you show your slim body
when you put on that lovely dress
when you wear that perfect make-up
when you exhibit those expensive earrings
when your fingers and toe nails are so carefully painted
when you completely remove all your hairs
(except those on your head)
when your hair is dyed accordingly
(never forget to dye it when you grow older,
you should always look younger)
Girl, my little pearl
you still want to swirl in goldern waters
when you exhibit those piercings and tattoos
though they are not still enough,
so you will want to have some more, perhaps
some botox and breast size operations too.
And girl little pearl says:
I do not want to wear high heels,
they’ll ruin my feet and back forever.
I was not born with a slim…
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Indian Woman …
Orphans of Nepal
The Brahman Global
As far as the East
is from the West
at the speed of desperate need
progress … a grab bag of plastic
all mixed up with curses blessed
by the priests of endless greed
The Thing About Walls …
The thing about walls …
is there’s always a hole.
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“All in all, be part of the whole.
Not just another brick in the wall.”
~ Floyd, the Pink Rabbit
Images & Words; David B. Redpath © 2019
Like a Rising Stone
Like a Rising Stone
~ a voyage of homage
A time for Life,
to seek, to be found.
To feel, and to be touched.
To hear truth.
How sweet the sound.
To taste goodness.
Goodness to be tasted.
To love, and to be loved.
Without the Divine,
the time of your life
. . . truly wasted