Is she
beyond me?
Another love refugee
from behind a veil
upon a prevailing trail
that has led her to flee
My very being
wholly captivated
With me
will she be
totally satiated?
Is she soul free?
Is she emancipated
from the old man
of cruelest slavery?
Earth to Mars
My husband
is again missing
deep in cyber space
He was last seen
orbiting Mars
whilst writing a poem
Does Elon Musk know
that my X Man
Captain Lex Icon
got there first?
Now I’ve lost all trace!
Hey Babe . . .
don’t you mess
with the Missionary Man!
He’s getting on
with that missionary plan
the best that he can
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
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 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
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 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
In Search of Luke
Will Rey ever find the way ?
Or will she too be seduced
… by the Dark Side ?
David Redpath 