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!
Curious Aquarius
Aquarius Curious
With the overflowing
from a crystal chalice
I am floating … carried
upon waters living
by the 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 true
with the Salvation Man
Walking the ancient paths
of my forefathers
to the mountain summit
from a favela slum
Singing a gypsy hymn
petitioning the heavens
for a taste of that
ever loving Kingdom come
Never the right answer
Always the wrong question
Is Christ the key to eternity?
Maybe the baby
has been unceremoniously
thrown out with this world’s
dirty bathwater?
Señorita, señor,
sing for me again
that sweet gypsy hymn
Desperate times
Sacred treasures
Give me
that old time religion
Walking the ancient paths
of my forefathers
‘Roll of Honour’
Words & Artwork:
~ david redpath © 2018
Photography: Linda Redpath
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’
~ by david b. redpath © 2018
The Nature of the game
Dissolving riches ?
Fleeting fame ?
Mad dogs barking
Angels falling
A world for you to tame
‘Eve upon the sleeve … ‘
~ by david b. redpath © 2018
A Rocky Horror Show
That uncle weirdo
with the wild gomez eyes
of an escapee from Gitmo
he seems ill-suited
for lurching down
the red carpet
like the cousin itt of emo
Wearing that pugsley grin
and his “niece”
the lingerie model
all wafer thin
hanging off his tuxedo
A hideout for the Thing
somewhere below the elbow
That underhanded fiend
and 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?
Produced & Directed
… by A. Quasimodo
~ david redpath © 2018
‘…on the Eve of Destruction’
~ by david b. redpath © 2018
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
~ david redpath © 2018
Please excuse my little miss
spelling. Holy accidental !
Artwork:
‘The Forest at Fountainbleau’
~ by Henri Matisse
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
Artwork:’Survey No.2′
~ by david redpath © 2018
In Search of Luke
Will Rey ever find the way ?
Or will she too be seduced
… by the Dark Side ?
David Redpath 