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Jul 16 · 309
Busy Bees
If I were a bee what a good bee I would be
From apple blossom to honeysuckle
From petunia to plum tree

If I were a bee what a good bee I would be
From peanut butter sandwich to sweet iced tea
Enjoying the company of the trippers , backpackers and -
picnickers
The honey , the syrup and the *** liquor

If I were a bee what a curious bee I would be
Flying high above a green mountain scene
I see bears , a buck and a sleepy red fox
A maple , an elm and loblolly tree tops .....
Copyright July 16 , 2019 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Jul 16 · 99
Mexican Dusk....
The Gulf is calling her kinsfolk home
The images of shorebirds against the Sailor's -
Sun
Drifting sands along white , sugar dunes
Behold , the ocean commands a battle fatigued -
shore , the Bride of June at Heavens Door
The shimmering , signaling pulses of her golden
ring
The approval of the gulls , pipers and pelicans -
from o'er head this miraculous evening
Songbirds of every shape and hue
Sparkling ocean avenues .....
Copyright July 16 , 2019 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Jul 16 · 236
Miss Betty
This old oak protected me from the rain
Her July foliage hid me from anguish -
and pain
She allowed my pocket knife and I to record a first -
love on her rippled trunk
A spinning tire swing provided many hours --
of cool October fun ...
Copyright July 16 , 2019 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Jul 15 · 72
Bless The Agrarians
Footprints harden in the Georgia heat
Feet cooled in clear running streams
Locust stair stepping the blistering fields
A break beneath wild plum trees
A sample of their sweet yield

Yardbirds , guineas and geese
A field of wiregrass
A stop at the well for a cool drink

An imaginary 'crow nest' from the top
of a crabapple leviathan

Bronze tillermen
Aromatic clods flung high into the air
Layers blindly following the mechanical
mule , dove straddle barbed wire fencerows
Noonday Sun laying heavy , smothering bare
ploughland
Agony neath the bitter blue ..
Copyright July 15 , 2019 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Jul 15 · 241
Midnight Transmission
If I could invert the world to -
walk the boulevard of stars
Touring streets of crystal
Avenues of pure light
Lasers exploding into rainbows
Ancestral orbs pirouetting against -
the astral night
O , to be held in the gravity of -
love ...
Copyright July 15 , 2019 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
To catch my reflection in the afternoon light
The hunt for bullfrog , crawdaddy and catfish -
on rain cooled twilights
Soaring herons
From pileated perches Zachary's tree frogs mourn
Maestro cricket and katydid harmonies -
along familiar field roads
Fog enveloped dales
Blackberry trails
Evening wind song
White pine , sweet gum and persimmon
borders
Barn owl , hound dog curiosity
A border storm in white fanged -
ferocity...
Copyright July 14 , 2019 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Jul 14 · 68
Sharpsburg
Mister Sunshine shades his eyes and -
peers into the trees
A runaway pecan is ambling down the -
street
Two stray lottery tickets are performing -
weather inspired interpretive dance
Chipmunks break for the other side of the road-
as they get the chance
Wind racked tin roofs and chimes test the boundaries of -
musical theory
A white leghorn calls the day to close across his plat -
of piedmont greenery
Copyright July 14 , 2019 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Jul 14 · 273
Fields of Roscoe
Hallelujah Tree Tappers
Songsters of the morn
Signal the warbler , the jay and
the thrasher of the coming dawn

Good day curious crow
Surveying the wetted green fields
of soy and June corn
Alert the valley that a new day -
is born
Hallelujah !
Copyright July 14 , 2019 by Randolph L Wilson ** All Rights Reserved
Rain and street rejoice
Mist is born
She kisses every window , windshield and
door
Human shadows return to dwell 'neath street
lanterns
The whistle of the constable , the music of the
downspout
Asphalt becomes amber
Paparuda runs throughout the foothills
Ministering the parched
Filling the cistern , the branch and the riverbed
Western winds cool the naked , the sinner ,
the pious and the fabric of the nightwatchman ...
Copyright July 13 , 2019 .. By Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Sep 2018 · 302
The Laborer
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
Aug 2018 · 316
Friday
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
Aug 2018 · 6.6k
Skipper for a Spell ....
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
Jul 2018 · 239
The Flame ...
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
Jul 2018 · 250
An August Miracle
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
Jul 2018 · 200
100 watt bulb ..
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
Jul 2018 · 242
Lithium and Company ...
Intrigued by the grain on a -
hardwood floor
Counting knots and connections
Ceiling reflections
The rumble of naked 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
Jul 2018 · 212
Early Fireworks ...
Gunshots split the silence over some forgotten ghetto as the bottle rockets explode over Palmetto
Sparklers dance in the night just as -
a Veteran gives up the fight
The sound of a cannon roars as fireworks -
illuminate abandoned streets , cracked sidewalks -
an abandoned stores
The air is filled with the aroma of hot dogs , hamburgers -
and beer
Townsfolk cheer as each projectile showers the -
sky
The sound of automatic rifle fire from the left and the -
right
The false echoes of battle o'er a small town
The cry of another American gunned down ...
Copyright June , 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
to partake of the nectar along every-
flowering vine
to bathe in pools of August wine after sweet-
summer showers
to bask in sunlights midday power
to charm lovers neath oak canopies
to dine amongst the sassafras root , the
honeysuckle and the blackberry ...
Copyright June 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Jun 2018 · 178
First Light ...
Greenscapes , lavender flowers , -
thoughts of love and morning doves , bluejays sing praise to the sun above
Farm bells announce the dawn
The light of day , the hand of God -
caresses summer studded lawns
A tap on a hollow tree
Gardenia in the breeze
A shady respite
Fledglings call from silver-
maple nest
Crows toil in open fields
Black knights harvest , store -
and protect their yield ...
Copyright June 27 , 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Jun 2018 · 251
Untitled
Minuscule oceans signal
The sun plays on the run
The equality of night , music of-
confused songbirds an brushing pine
Evening teardrops collect their prize
Damming the lame as well as the chastised
Whirlpools , swift green spirals
Charming the aware , the compliant ,
the mesmerized and the medicated , a
breathless survivor
Copyright June 26 , 2018 by Randolph L Wilson *All Rights Reserved
May 2018 · 173
Life Before the Storm ....
here lies creativity neath -
the sparkling boulders
a mayfly on my right shoulder
a swirl of sand ,
imagination tickled
a mud puppy darts -
timid , swift an fickle
songbirds of every color -
criss cross a living canopy -
of green
a miracle of hues -sight unseen
cobblestone drives , azalea borders
and orange butterflies
pine straw trails , placid water
falling acorns and cottontails
a rumble of Alabama thunder
a living festival of sylvan wonder ...
Copyright May 2018 by Randolph L Wilson 8 All Rights Reserved
Apr 2018 · 252
Mister Crow ...
Cackling Mister Crow
Why do you make sport of me
Making fun of the very hand that feeds
You shop this yard at every morn for-
a free handful of cracked corn , relaxing atop
a public birdbath you've declared to be your very own
Tall pines to bask in the ten o'clock -
sun
Cool grass to hunt , hop , skip -
and run ....

Cackling Old Crow
You son-of-a-gun
Tromping through my garden for -
afternoon fun                                                              ­                                 You're a pirate with wings
A thief that sings
Hiding in a blackberry thicket with -
easy pickings
Standing at the feeder , scaring my chickens ....

Goodnight Mister Crow
Find a tall oak to rest
This farm would not be the same -
without my favorite pest
Do crow's dream I oft wonder
Dreams of airborne pillage and -
plunder
Copyright April 15 , 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Apr 2018 · 331
Mom's Tea Garden .....
There is no perfume on earth -
that can equal the smell of fresh cut
grass
A June gardenia or morning wisteria
A Cherokee rose or July honeysuckle
rows
There's never been a scent bottled that could equal -
Mothers Tea garden in full summer throttle
No aromatic elixir available could ever-
compete with the 'tickle of the nose' from a -
homegrown tomato
Try to entice this southerner with a fragrance of such monumental -
power that it could pull him away from the lure of magnolia -
flowers
O how I envy the masonry soldier
A permanent sentry at the flower bed entry ...
Copyright April 17 , 2-18 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Apr 2018 · 262
Notes From A City Park ...
A bench neath a pin oak
A black tea with an old bloke
A chance to call upon the old -
and the forgotten
A vow , secured with a handshake ,
to meet more often ...

A rickety swing without a rider
A sad rocking horse with no one to try her
A young couple clinging to each -
other
A mother , a father , a sister and a -
brother ...

A vendor selling snow cones
The lonely toiling with their -
cell phones
Gray and white pigeons making -
a living
A timeless love at it's very beginning ...

A toddler blowing bubbles
Every sphere in a windswept -
struggle
Traipsing the grass with colored balloons
Wild and free on a Saturday afternoon ...
Copyright April 11 , 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Apr 2018 · 201
Dawn ...
I oft-recall the fume o'er -
Port lake
Egrets with the patience -
of Job
Lapping silver waters
Morning sun ever bright and bold
Harper tree frogs , smoky bogs , painted -
turtles on floating logs
Creations blue eyes at her -
surface
Wind dancers falling into -
the red earth , shores bedecked -
in dogwood , cattail , dandelion and
river birch
Brambles , feeder streams , nuthatch
and thrasher
Bluejays sing the praises of aromatic pineywoods -
high above their muscadine mansions
The crackle of gravel as I walk her shady , serpentine -
trails
The patter of wind seduced silver maples
The call and answer of sparrows along -
the barbed wire fence rail
Copyright April 12 , 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Renewed shades of green
Blackbirds rejoicing among the -
wavering trees
Songs of springtide revival
Performers freed of winters bridle
April wind chimes that tingle to -
and fro
Wild Turkey's that forage the -
pecan row
Churning brooks with thoughts -
of the ocean
The 'fairyfly' dancers in evening devotion ...

-
Copyright April 10 , 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Apr 2018 · 293
Along The Mill Road ...
White catalpa blooms caressed -
my soul
A morning jaunt through cool , knee high 'wiregrass'  -                         bound for Camp Creeks wisteria hollow
A cardinal was a long lost friend
A bluebird mourned of withered love
A mockingbird fervent in the hope -
of tomorrow
Copyright April 8 , 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Apr 2018 · 207
The Closet ..
My master closet will burst open one day
The evidence of my hardscrabble -
time on earth will finally give way
A family member will turn -
the doorknob after I'm gone
There before their eyes
Bones stacked in groups ,
pile upon pile , twelve hands -
high
Every bone a diary of my -
slow demise ..
Copyright March 1 , 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Apr 2018 · 166
Sunday Thinkery ..
White sky and warm air
The greenest of greens
A front porch chair

Contented hens , farm friends
A sweet guitar , a shaded glen filled -
with curious wrens

Sweet tea in my jar
A scolding crow
A traveling mind with -
no place to go
Copyright April 1 , 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Apr 2018 · 170
Song of Ono ...
Firefly cotillions between seedling corn -
and the April stars
In the aura of the piedmont eve
By the light of a waxing moon
In the earshot of sylvan songs
'Neath the stalwart,  fragrant magnolias-
and the dogwood avenues
Koweta breezes seasoned with -
gardenia , evergreen and wisteria
Nurtured in the sacraments of fair -
Ono
Forevermore ....
Copyright April 1 , 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved

Ono , Georgia .. A community in South Fulton county ...
Mar 2018 · 334
My Returning Apparatus ....
You will find me in the petrichor of June
Look for a hummingbird at the window
Listen for the arousal of chimes in the springtide -
air
Pay attention to every autumn sunrise
The call of dove in the dew kissed October
morn
Sunlight reflecting across Decembers frosted plowland
The return of robins in March
Copyright March 30 , 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Mar 2018 · 160
Springtide Memories ....
I cherish the ever changing music -
of familiar streams , the vivid palate of -
colors in Hill Country scenes
The warble of the robins in March ,
The clamor of rock bass in the evening -
marsh
The veracity of springtide bees
The burgeoning blossoms of plum ,
honeysuckle and peach tree
I relish the well worn trails leading to shady dales ,
The whitewash pit , the gravel byway and -
the split rail fence
The song of locust in the midday broomsage
A chorus of wren , sparrow and bluebird -
along the hardtop shoulders
The greeting of yardbirds at the -
homestead border ...
Copyright March 20 , 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Mar 2018 · 202
My Western View ...
A powder blue epiphany of -
cumulus figurines , dancing conifers -
and copious sun-showers
Roadsides teeming with daffodil ,
dogwood and wildflower
Burnt orange dusk , southbound -
waterbirds , violet vallies and -
silvered hillsides
Noble oaks brimmed with -
vociferous crows , jays and -
blackbirds
Wind driven brown grass disappearing -
into the western horizon
Village bells
Distant afternoon fires
Roosters calling for the day to close
The clang of Angus and Brahma coming home
Stars mingling with earthen shadow ...
Copyright March 19 , 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Mar 2018 · 297
Nighttime Without Power ...
The living room clock pounds like -
the framers hammer
The wood floor becomes an unintelligible -
ghost
The nostrils of a rail engine sojourner begin -
to shriek and moan , Alabama breezes rattle -
the chimes , the one o'clock tolling of the
town bell , the cries of the whippers , the thrush -
and the barn owl
Laden , eighteen wheelers thunder down the -
rural roads
Black and tans implore the Planters moon to -
'move along' , every crawling creature engaged-
in buzzing 'night song
June bugs tapping the windows , keeping -
time in the early morning crescendo ....
Copyright March 19 , 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Mar 2018 · 121
IMO
IMO
There is nothing more beautiful than -
a confidant worker in the midst of his -
or her labors ...
Copyright March 19 , 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Mar 2018 · 161
Thursday ....
a dogwood to rest my weary head
a blue sky to ease my troubled mind ...
Copyright March 15 , 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Mar 2018 · 183
The Walkout ....
They're practicing democracy .. Bravissimo !
Copyright March 14 , 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Mar 2018 · 118
South River Road Pond ....
The humming of the cast ,
the plop of the bobber
Boyhood daydreams of -
landing a whopper
The cork begins to dance then -
it quickly goes under
The game between angler -
and fish has begun
A flash of the quarry as the
rod bends over double , maybe a bass ,
a perch or a 'channelcat' enticed
to strike from deep down in the -
pond bottom rubble
Give the fish two feet then -
pull back three , heaving left to right in the-
midmorning heat
A final tug at lands end ,
"I've banked a crappie" , proclaims -
a proud young man
A krill filled with every type -
of fish the pond had to offer
Thoughts of bream , coleslaw -
and hush puppies for supper ...

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Copyright March 12 , 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Mar 2018 · 206
First Light in Ola ...
The morning fires of Ola have resumed
Leaves are whisked across rested -
pastures and workable fields
The bells of Hereford and Charolais announce the -
sunrise meal
The lick is filled , the trough watered ,
the herd counted , the busy day plotted
Orpingtons pick cracked corn , barley and
grit
The first firing of the tractor , the beagles -
leading the farmers rowdy contraption in -
hopes of a stirred rabbit or a covey of game birds
Ola's country air is thick with new- day diesel ,
fresh harrowed field and wild onion , thickened
with pine an fresh hewn hardwood ...
Copyright March 11 , 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Along the white sugar river bend
Dew kissed fields of clover set ablaze -
in midmorning sunshine
July arbors teeming with concord grape ,
scuppernong and muscadine
Whitewashed farmsteads , aromatic ploughlands ,
red clay shoulders girdling country byways
The cackle of curious guineas , of bay hounds and
gray geese
The clap of breeze driven mirrored cattle-
ponds
The splash of shellcracker , bluegill , yellowbellies
and bull frogs
Land of a million daylight colors  
Woodland groves sprinkled in piedmont -
blues , in golden stippled brushstrokes across antebellum -
oak and majestic pines ...
Copyright March 11 , 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Mar 2018 · 289
Cochran Woods ....
Twas essential to see her in wintertide -
misery in order to appreciate the abundant daffodils -
of spring , the cardinal ever watchful over -
her fledgelings , the gaiety , pomp and circumstance -
of damsel flies , the mockingbird flautist and -
the peckerwood drumming
The morning laughter of Bear creek
The multicolored blades of March that -
stair step the Mill Falls
Morning dove woo their lovers , whitetails -
in repose , in the backdrop of misty , hardwood -
cover
Her poetic omnipotence in touch with my -
innermost being
Ever watchful as the cardinal
Breath exposed
Pious
Forever thankful
Copyright March 8 , 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Mar 2018 · 197
IMO
IMO
A man suffers no greater calamity than when his tongue is found to be wired separately from the command of his brain* ...
Copyright March 4 , 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Mar 2018 · 197
The Blackberry Hunt ...
Briar vines merely scratched the itch for more ,
porcelain fingers tattooed wine red
Morning rays become possessed , muting -
early day laughter and fervent desires
Humid air thickened with pine , wild grass ,
-fertile humus , clay and wisteria
Stirring the brown locust , bluebird , thrasher ,
Guinea wasp , blue skink , toad and cottontail
Three ripe berries in the jar , one for the forager ,
one for the eve , one for the morrow
Traipsing gravel byways to the music of the rattling corn , ****** broomsage and the iron harrow
A whitewashed homestead wrapped in oak ,
mulberry , sycamore and crape myrtle ,
Songbirds of every shape and melodious -
occupation , alert geese crying from the -
hedgerows , waves of sorghum dancing in the -
shaded meadows ...
Copyright March 2 , 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Feb 2018 · 191
Gun Control ...
The butchers guard-dog , out of compelling curiosity , has tasted the meat that it defends ...
Copyright February 19 , 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Feb 2018 · 193
The Writers Prayer ....
The artists sleep naked in open fields ,
chilled by the rains of spring
They walk carefully without cover through -
the cloudburst of summer , forging -
swollen streams to the beat of their -
internal drummer
The writer braves the pang of November -
showers , documenting his or her travails -
with each passing hour
Just as the winter snow shall melt and collect , -
forming pools of quiet reflection ,
the creator will continue their quiet struggle -
with forethought and materialistic abnegation ....
Amen ....
Amen .....
Copyright February 18 , 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Feb 2018 · 268
A Celebration ....
Have you ever coughed hard and seen 'stars '
The 'stars' are your immortal relatives waiting -
for you to join them ....
Copyright February 18 , 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Feb 2018 · 136
Untitled
Musical scores tend to form patterns -
and are quite logical
The time between each note is the separation -
point between rudimentary composer and genius ....
Copyright February 19 , 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Feb 2018 · 134
IMO ....
The modern day physician would never -
thumb through a medical manual from 1788 with regard -
to the treatment of his or her patient ...
Todays tradesman constantly schools himself -
in the mechanics of his chosen profession ....
Thus , the U.S. Constitution is in dire need -
of critical thought and copious correction ...
Copyright February 19 , 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Feb 2018 · 289
My Gift of Poetry ....
copy this poem and
throw it out the car window
may it justify the street sweepers -
existence  
may it clean the ears or wipe the *** -
of the less fortunate
maybe folded twice and used as a -
coaster or pick at the teeth of the -
clinically gluttonous
set it afire and let it warm someones -
bones
turn it into an airplane and flick it into-
a windstorm
may it scrape the dog **** from designer -
shoes
serve the purpose of its master in whatever
way he or she may choose .....
Copyright February 18 , 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Feb 2018 · 177
Llewellyn's Minions ...
My inner organisms would be wise -
to worship the god Randolph , for I -
control the power of life and death in their universe* ...
Copyright February 17 , 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
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