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Tranquility upon this body of water , killdeer , blue jay , mallard and Canadian goose occupy her shore this Summer , oasis surrounded by urban sprawl , last refuge for young at heart , she mystifies to this very day.........I skip a stone across her wide , blue expanse in the name of all that protect and preserve her , young and old , and those in the nurture of the womb , with hope that they may witness her beauty in the days ahead ...........
Copyright September 12 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * AllRights Reserved      ***A lake just two miles south of the world's busiest airport .. Atlanta Hartsfield International ..
Animal,

Wonderful animal,

Poor glorious animal.

Let. Me. Win.

Let me kiss each knuckle,

Goodnight.

Rub your palms against the soles of my feet...

And purity bless you creature

Make you rich

With Play and Excellence

You,

Brilliant beast of burden

Die...but grace this planet softly

Violently.

Be. Go. You lovely piece of wilderness.
Day
whimsical
   fickle
   oh sweet precious way of grace
you elude me
only because
i elude
'you'
---

i

blue grey clouds
of crushed
velvet

sunlight
tears
the
seams


ii

embers of
delicate peach
ignite flames
of fuchsia

the orb of
sun burns colors
away to ashes

blown into floes
of white
mare's
tails


iii

tiny bird
settles restless
on the
highest
branch

flits
away


iv

wind
through
the weathered stones
cries then whispers

luring
the children
who lie within our ribs
to break free
and sing
songs
of
play


v

mamalaria
cactus
wears her
wreath
of
pale
lavender
flowers

sings to
her babes
clustered
below

saguaro
listens



soulsurvivor
(C) 9/13/2015
beautiful day rises up
out of the ashes
of a flaming
sunrise

---

To a special friend...
... thank you!
Long hikes and motorbikes,
Cabins, starlight, kids and tykes,
Parents, and mommies soon to be,
Gather at the greenest tree.
Spirits in ******* are unbound,
Where the silence  drowns the sound;
The victories that love has won.
We are never far when we are one.
I wrote this and posted on the same night after a peaceful day of spirirual recovery in the woods.
ɨ.

Bʟaċҡ ʍɨɖռɨɢɦt ɖʊsҡ ɦaɨʀ
O' ɦօա ʄaɨʀ;
O' ɦօա ʄaɨʀ.

ɨɨ.

Assʊaɢɛ ʍɨռɛ aռɢʊɨsɦ
Dօ ɖaʀɛ;
Dօ ɖaʀɛ.

ɨɨɨ.

Maҡɛtɦ aʍaʀɛ tօ ʍɛ
Iռ ċօʟɨsɛʊʍ ʀaքtʊʀɛ;
Fօʀɛʋɛʀ aʄtɛʀ, sɦaʟt tɦɛ staʍք օʄ ċօsʍɨċ աaʋɛ's ɛռɢʀaʋɛ ʊs.

ɨʋ.

Nօռɛ tօ ɛռsʟaʋɛtɦ ʊs
As օʊʀռ ʟɛɢ's aռɖ ɦaռɖ's aʀt ʄʀɛɛ;
A աɨɖɛ ʊռɛaʀtɦʟʏ sċɛռɛ, աɨtɦ օʊʀռ ռɛɛɖ's ċaʀɛɖ ʄօʀ.

ʋ.

Bʟaċҡ ʍɨɖռɨɢɦt ɖʊsҡ ɦaɨʀ
O' ɦօա ʄaɨʀ;
Hօա ʄaɨʀ tɦօʊ aʀt.



©Brandon Nagley
©Earl jane Nagley dedication
©Lonesome poets poetry
Sɦɛs ռօʋɛʟ
                   Sɦɛ's ʄʀօʍ tɦɛ ʊռɛxքʟօʀɛɖ;
                                    Aռ ɛռɢɨռɛɛʀ, օʄ օtɦɛʀ աօʀʟɖ's.






©Brandon Nagley
©Earl jane nagley dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
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