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We're downy feathers thrown into a turbulent wind
We land where we land , good or bad by -
the laws of chance and happenstance ....
Copyright January 21 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Twould be incumbent upon you to frequently test whether your 'friendships' are true or if you're merely a rung on their ladder to success  ....
Copyright January 17 , 2023 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Lake Tuesday ..
The hour of the painted shore , wind lashed olive waters
, brother to earth , wind and rain .. What songbird call shall answer the question of the March breeze , which spring buck shall amuse the meandering broom sage .. How the fearful turtle skims just below the sight of my wandering eyes .. The graceful sigh of Loblolly Pines , red tipped lake lovers , for what has day brought the coming night .. Red Shouldered hawk , the hillsides exquisite ****** crying with intricate dance , wary to every changing movement above nutmeg hued trunks that long for their crowning expectations .. The Suns command , showered in benevolent virtues akin to red , blue and gold passageways , lead boldly westbound for the river as churned lake spaces settle into placid afternoon ..
Ghost of the piedmont forest walk these woodland byways , the breath of the Creek Nation give life to such sacred parcels of heaven ..
Copyright March 15 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
A voodoo doll and a cup full of pins ...
Copyright January 15 , 2023 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
I would gladly record my emotions onto granite with -
my fingernails if paper was nowhere to be found ..
Copyright January 15 , 2023 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Turn your demons & lifes unrelenting ******-
into Reeses cups & peppermint sticks
Seize the day licking lips & fingers with-
a 'chocolate face' , a lovely horehound day it is ,
Ride the Pepsi river with a Butterfinger paddle
Dabble in culinary witchcraft , cotton candy fields , a sugar cookie-
shield in the Land of Frosted Flakes & Fiddle Faddle ..
All Hail ! The Three Musketeers & the power they wield !
Copyright January 13 , 2023 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
I want to be in a town renowned for its evening-
crickets , front porch laughter & lightning bugs
For fish fries and shade tree mechanics
For kids playing games beneath streetlights
Friendly constables , helpful neighbors & church-
bells , iron kettle flower pots , walking the rails ,
I need to separate the dirt from the chaff ,
to draw the cool aromatic smoke of dried-
tobacco , the kernel from the cob , earth from-
share , cold babbling water from slippery-
rock , soaked shanter from brow , molasses from-
the wheel , wheat from the stone , the honey forfeiting-
the comb , Spring from Winter , crust from lakeside ,
- kudzu from sweetgum , Scripture from torrid-
novel , music from razorback squeal , **** from shovel -
, decay from iron , turpentine from the tall pine ,
cracked leather from calloused feet
Copyright January 7 , 2023 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
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