David Redpath

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

Please excuse my little miss
spelling. Holy accidental !

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

Transgressions and …

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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Yes, the pen is mightier
than the sword.
And the ink of the scholar
it is holier
than the blood of the martyr.
With blood, sweat, and tears,
in hope, faith, and love,
we are but reflections …
expressions of a reality
much higher.

~ david redpath

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