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Shock and offend* ...
Copyright November 20 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Crickets , sweet crickets
They ne'er skip a beat
O' Crickets , melodious crickets
Sing a whippersnapper to sleep
Copyright 19 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Chewing a blade of grass ,
walking the wood fence line
Jumping a bird or two with -
nothing to do
Venus could be my grandmother
Shining her love , vigilantly watching over ,
laying out my trail through fields of clover
Mom is the 'Farmer's Moon' , maybe a dogwood in bloom ,
Spinning threads of love with a golden loom
Searching the young night for angels in -
the sky , whistling a familiar tune with nothing
to do* ...
Copyright November 19 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Home of afternoon coppered timberland
Dancing wire grass and shimmering tin
Egrets in the house of deep blue sunsets
Dove songs riding winter winds* ...
Copyright November 19 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Will the 'Ghost of Melancholia' continue to ploy
and annoy , will my dossier lie unopened like
a windless sail upon a lifeless ocean* ..
Copyright November 17 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
I'm making faces at my own reflection
Eating toll house cookies , acting
like a monster on brittle knees ,
watching Nickelodeon for the first time
in years , turning sugar cookies into
Christmas trees ..
Watching every leaf spiral , then slowly
light upon the ground , taking in the
outside world with the eyes and earsĀ of a child* ..
Copyright November 16 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
When a poet or poetess loses his or her sentimentality -
they are finished* ...
Copyright November 16 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
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