David Redpath

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?

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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

‘Eve of Destruction’

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

*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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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