Of Cotton & Things Rotten


‘Poetry of America –
The Cosmic Athletes’
~ by Salvador Dali

Everybody knows
that the dice are loaded.
Everybody rolls
with their fingers crossed.
Everybody knows the war is over.
Everybody knows the good guys lost.
Everybody knows the fight was fixed.
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich.
That’s how it goes.
Everybody knows.

And everybody knows
that it’s now or never.
Everybody knows
that it’s me or you.
And everybody knows
that you live forever,
ah, when you’ve done a line or two.
Everybody knows the deal is rotten.
Old Black Joe’s still pickin’ cotton
for your ribbons and bows.
And everybody knows.
~ Leonard Cohen

‘The Angler’ … by david redpath


‘Heavy and Metal
Industrialised Refreshment’

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The Poet Supreme,
was and is,
as in the beginning.
Good creation.
The Word divinely spoken.
Within the material
all harmony vibrating.
Awaiting the spiritual.

Once upon a space and time,
the Garden Living.
A story in the telling ?
Halcyon days of innocence,
but a millenium in Your presence.
Turning the page
to a happy ever after,
never ending.

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