Category: Poetry

The Ancient Paths

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Walking the ancient paths
of my forefathers
to the mountain summit
from a favela slum
Singing a gypsy hymn
petitioning the heavens
for a taste of that
ever loving Kingdom come
Never the right answer
Always the wrong question
Is Christ the key to eternity?
Maybe the baby
has been unceremoniously
thrown out with this world’s
dirty bathwater?

Señorita, señor,
sing for me again
that sweet gypsy hymn
Desperate times
Sacred treasures
Give me
that old time religion
Walking the ancient paths
of my forefathers

‘Roll of Honour’

Words & Artwork:
~ david redpath © 2018

Photography: Linda Redpath

Gloria In Excelsis

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Faithfulness

through the wilderness

Climbing a mountain

of passion burning

from just a single spark

The pure fragrance

of holy incense

Your sacred presence

in the deepest dark

throughout the longest night

In the shadow

of your wings

I find peace sublime

Celestial rest in the midst

of an endless cosmic fight

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A Rocky Horror Show

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‘Eve upon the sleeve … ‘
~ by david b. redpath © 2018

A Rocky Horror Show

That uncle weirdo
with the wild gomez eyes
of an escapee from Gitmo
he seems ill-suited
for lurching down
the red carpet
like the cousin itt of emo
Wearing that pugsley grin
and his “niece”
the lingerie model
all wafer thin
hanging off his tuxedo
A hideout for the Thing
somewhere below the elbow
That underhanded fiend
and four fingered gizmo
His girl wednesday to friday
Uncle Fester and Morticia
all now smiling for the cameras
like life size replicas
putting on a rocky horror show
Has this forever been
an Addams Family movie scene?
Produced & Directed
… by A. Quasimodo

~ david redpath © 2018

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‘…on the Eve of Destruction’
~ by david b. redpath © 2018

The High Road

The flat screen

a most unwholly edifice

to a download scene

of gratuitous violence

Remote and depressed

that button of silence

Disorder is depleting

the span of my attention

Always fleeting

Consciousness

breaking the surface

The high road taken

past a world of distraction

to the fields

of contemplation

With little Miss Daisy

driving me

all the way

to satisfaction

In gratitude

for creation’s magnitude

I find happiness

beyond imagination

~ david redpath © 2018

Please excuse my little miss
spelling. Holy accidental !

Artwork:
‘The Forest at Fountainbleau’
~ by Henri Matisse

Transgressions and …

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Transgressions
and bad decisions
Live by the sword
in deed and word
ultimate death
the final reward

Whether or not
to the voices
of their subjects
they ever listen
Rulers always
to be subjected
to the admonition
of the Prophets
And to harken

Transgressions
and bad decisions
ascending
upon the wings
of angels fallen

Yet to the souls
of those still living
the loving face
of forgiving grace
forever shining
is ever calling

The Royal Commission
of one good decision
with purpose
The promise
of a new beginning
never ending

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God Be With Ye

Yes, I am angry
at the way we treat
this planet
and our fellow man
throughout
our sorry history
Yes, I am angry
like punk rock on stage
Like teenage rage
at the machine of this age
The capitalist extreme
playing the trump card obscene
Turning the tables
Burning the pages
of your judgements
turned upon a dime
Convicted
by your very own crime

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