Hey Babe . . .
don’t you mess
with the Missionary Man!
He’s getting on
with that missionary plan
the best that he can
Category: Poetry
A Poetic Warning
In a former life
Of chaos and disorder
Through a cosmic haze
Of bloodshed and strife
I well remember
A pilgrimage metaphysical
Seeking wisdom ancient
And knowledge mystical
From a secret agent
By the mythical code name
Brainwave Alpha
“First you need learn how to fly,
if indeed, you wish to kiss the sky.”
Pitiful Me
Collecting sincerities
like get well cards
after a multitude
of cosmetic surgeries
With the deepest
heartfelt sympathies
a matter of my
private insecurities
Poor poor pitiful me
My lover likes
to make love
late in the evening
till well past three
With abandoned glee
I prefer
to make love with her
in the morning
after a strong cup of tea
It would seem in between
I need to be resting
… seriously
This is why I must try
to keep on breathing
Lord have mercy
on poor poor pitiful me
~ anon
PhotoArt:
david redpath © 2018
Two Kinds! Too Kind?
There are two kinds of people.
Those who are forever postulating
that there are two kinds of people.
And those that …
Judgement is a prerogative divine.
The reserve of He who weighs the
hearts and minds
… of all kinds of people.
Words & Image:
~ by david redpath © 2018
Watercolour
~ by Salvador Dali
The Vulture Heavy
The Vulture Heavy
Obtaining + Maintaining
To the manor spawn
The poverty porn
of consumer society
Scraps from the table
amid claims of equality
Globalism …
trumps democracy
riding the dragon’s tail
of a war economy
Remote destruction
local prosperity
Back to basics?
The Minimalist
so fashionable and trendy
Sporting that certain lack
The creed of greed
and the politics of envy
Who can you go to
to overturn
that buffet table?
The nightmare
is in your stable
and the vulture heavy
+ + +
Curious Aquarius
Curious Aquarius
Aquarius curious
with the overflowing
from a crystal chalice
I am floating
… carried
by living waters
along green pastures
Ares upon bended knee
where Leo lies
down with the lamb
What is to be
upon the wings of a dove
what has past
. . . forever
hope, faith, and love
The future sure
by grace from above
Gloria In Excelsis
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
The Game Changer
‘The Game Changer’
The nature of the game
Accumulating riches?
Chasing fleeting fame?
Reaching the end
crossing the line
after a steep climb
with a golden star ⭐
next to your name?
A Rocky Horror Show
A Rocky Horror Show
That uncle weirdo
the wild eyed gremlin
like an escapee from Gitmo
seems ill-suited
lurching to the podium
like an Egyptian mummy
in a Tuxedo
with his Dennis the Menace grin
the lingerie model
all wafer thin
A hideout for the Thing
somewhere below the elbow
that underhanded fiend
the 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
directed by Quasimodo
or just another
US Presidential Election
~ David B. Redpath © 2018-2024
‘Eve of Destruction’
~ by david b. redpath © 2018-24
The High Road
The flat screen
a most unwholly* edifice
to a downloaded scene
of gratuitous violence
Remote and depressed
that button of silence
Disorder is depleting
the span of my attention
Always fleeting
that limitless touch
of soulful mindfulness
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 B. Redpath © 2018 – 2023
*Please excuse my little miss
spelling. Holy accidental !
Artwork:
‘The Forest at Fountainbleau’
~ by Henri Matisse
David Redpath 