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A King for a spell on silken -
sheets
Up early to greet the commoners -
on dead end streets
Off to the loo in -
a whirling dream ,
only to awaken as a
worker bee ,
relieving himself behind
an oak tree
A midnight sip of champagne ?
Yet these digits no nothing but -
frequent callous and pain
Rocks need to be moved from here to there
Ditches to be dug
Cleaning chimneys , shoveling dung
Smoke filled air , city schemes
Poor Old sleepless me .....
Copyright September 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Today is like a brand new fifty cent stamp
Blue skies and dragonflies neath -
a golden lamp
A chorus of birds
Gardenia filled breezes
Picturesque landscapes to whittle -
and daydream
Copyright August 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
The first new star flashed waves of blue tonight ,
securing my belief in the afterlife
A grove of ferns lit my imagination
For I became a shipwrecked captain -
that stumbled upon an island nation
Exploring the deep jungle without machete ,
potable water nor compass
Knee deep in mangrove forest
Tropical winds whispered and moaned
A lean-to of fronds became my maritime home
In the presence of a million stars
An army of sand ***** paraded before -
their newfound master from near and afar
Crashing waves lulled a poor sailor to rest
The whispers of Poseidon
A dream about a lookout in the crows nest
Counting orbs in the tail of the Milky Way-
with visions of mermaids , ghost ships and rogue waves
Copyright July 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Love is beside the bonfire
Let it be the freedom of -
smoldering desire
Unchained ...
Bound for the heavens
Relentless ...
Copyright July 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Learning to heal beneath blue ceilings
Persuaded by the windsong -
of August , by the miracle of whispering lea
On musical shores
Beside the red clay hillside
A gravel stone for every star-
in the evening sky ...
Copyright July 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Randy was a fog lamp at high noon
Giving it his all in broad daylight
Alerting the public to no avail
Labeled a fool
Providing safe passage for the-
pedestrians that stepped over him-
in his hour of need
That's what bright lights tend to do it seems ...
Copyright July 2 , 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Intrigued by the grain on a -
hardwood floor
Counting knots and connections
Ceiling reflections
The rumble of ***** feet
Musical precision and random thought
The ocean surrenders with thundering -
breakers at the killing shore
Contemplating familiar doors
Fixated on a pane of glass
The odor from a bag of trash
A friend from 1990
Chariots thunder overhead
A blur in the funnel of anxiety ...
Copyright July 1 , 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
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