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And the award for the most awards will go to the
previously awarded award winner for award winning work
in garnering numerous awards as recognized by the awarders ...
Copyright January 2020 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
I missed a society where cyborgs walked the city streets
Half human , half animal slaves laboring at their masters feet
I missed Valdosta becoming a jewel by the sea
Pieces of New Orleans occasionally washing up on the
beach
We tapped , we whistled an made ourselves known
Our superiors landed , captured and farmed us then left for -
their galactic home
I missed the raindrops sizzling on melted roads
A neglected portion of the population sentenced to
forever roam
I missed kudzu devouring the small towns
The stench of once mighty rivers
A succession of killing arrows from Earths -
angered quiver ...
Copyright December 31 , 2019 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
A joint operation was conducted this evening by French Paratroopers , Mexican Military Police and Columbian Anti-Terrorist Units on an unspecified target near the Mexican/U.S. border .. It is believed that the strike was an attempt to free refugees held captive by the U.S. Border Patrol ..This is breaking news !
Randolph L Wilson ..
dove coo on cue
a bullfrog alerts
a cattle pond of the rising -
moon
brown scrub dancers on
whippoorwill nights
brittle autumn broom sage
silver sylvan Picasso's
Copyright December 2019 by Randolph L Wilson ** All Rights Reserved
Raindrops are music on gray -
days
Satan practicing a wicked arpeggio
Hour after hour the tune plays
The wind howls with a mind to -
stack demonic notes
A wicked instrument mastered
by rote
Triplet after triplet
Eighth bend , quarter bend
Unisons , octaves , unbridled screeching
Eerie
Beelzebub's slant on musical theory ...
Copyright November , 2019 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Call me the crow that caught his -
reflection
Tapping the glass with heightening -
aggression
Warning a newcomer to flee at once
'Tis a curious blackbird with the face -
of a dunce ..
Copyright November , 2019 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Who's hiding neath black pine borders
Whispering tales into the wind throughout -
the beechnut forest
Crossing Novembers broom sage
Will fickle weather entice Hill Country's
chilling rains
Will Rico don the coat of ice and snow
The smoke of home fires travel South --
and swirl to escape the field hollers
The rack of wintertide from naked treetop to
a cold , unforgiving stream below ...
Copyright November , 2019 by Randolph L Wilson  * All Rights Reserved
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