Iridescent wind sailors , bursting Silver Maples  
Wild Daises caressing red clay trails
Yellow Locust are submariners diving then reappearing  in freebooter informality
Dragonflies are strafing the Crimson valley
I find precious fuchsia bearers in sunlit strained vision
Wren song to nurture my condition
Rainwater clinging to Sycamore Trees
Musicality ... Connection .. Solidarity

I have the very boulder that Sherman stepped over
on his way through Georgia
On my shelf is the stone that Mark Twain laid a ***** boot
upon , walking through Missouri one sunny afternoon
This table holds the rock that blew out the Gainesville town clock in the War of Northern Aggression
In my cupboard sets a brown bottle holding water from the River Jordan
Within the pages of this Bible you will find a leaf from the Hanging Gardens of Babylon , a lock of Lady Godiva's tresses , Betsy Ross's
favorite thimble and a button from the suit of Martin Luther King
himself

Tonights shower rambles East , a rusted Massey Ferguson looks like a four legged beast .. The Rainwater from tall trees patters individual ponds , a smatter of fog then a suspicious woodland song .. Bullfrogs become ennobled .. A Barn Owl strikes the midnight chorus
A security light battles night to no avail ..  Katydids croon tall tales
Night slowly grows louder ..  A northbound train at the one o'clock hour* ...

Afternoon storms smother the candle of Tuesday
Cars come and go by shuttered portal , gaggles of cautious blackbirds evacuate West as a gust of wind opens a screen door  
No thoughts to pen
No blissful outcome to portend
Devoid of August sunshine pleasantry
Riding the high-speed symptomatic causeway
Searching for a better tomorrow* ...

Black and gold narrows , regal sunlight
donned in gloaming ocean blue crown
Eventides Mourning Dove soliloquy , perchance
to rest in Heavenly fields of Clover and Cherokee
Rose bouquet , neath the Sweetgum bough along
accustomed , dusky lanes* ....

Soldier retrograde street-fighter
Molotov pressure cooker Christian
time bomb exploder carpet bomber
terroristic naval artillery quagmire
knee deep hell bent atrocity filled
suicide Iran bomber shotgun strafe militaristic
sweep Marine Muslim civilian shopping
mall siege dependent oil driven world
leader Russian handshaker photograph maker
invader

Kindred balsam trails
Red rose convocations 'neath
Chestnut Knights
Swallows in Tangerine sky
Late night fires mingle with
Loblolly leviathans
Stellar captivations
Coonhounds bay for twilight
recognition
Where Mockingbird musicians trill
reverent evening chantey* ..

Chartreuse wind walkers
Traipsing sunny lanes
Painting grassy plains
Locked in airborne rectitude
Melding seasonal swan songs

Windjammer thistle , dandelion and corn furrow
Portulaca masterpieces , solenaceous Princess's
Buttermilk skylight portals of cottony white
and Winter blue
Red leaf Maple with Gardenia perfume

Song of August greenery
Miracle of piedmont scenery
The call of Autumn attainment
Of Red , Yellow and Brown works
Of soft , reflective frosted tincture

I once knew a girl that I couldn't take home
We shared the same likes , hopes and dreams -
but we were doomed from the start
Fell in love for a young lady from Alabama ,
then we kissed , smiled and broke each others hearts* ...

Pound cake and strawberries on snow white
porches
Guitars , coffee and cigarettes
Southern etiquette   
Multi-colored leaves
A cool Fall breeze
Welcome relief* ...

Southbound trains howl at one a.m.
Every whistle blast tremolos and wavers
The dead of night receives it's violent lesson , wheels scream like Banshees , the howl of tortured track running through the trees with
late night cargo bound for New Orleans* ...

I witnessed a carousel of twinkling lights
Songs of nature filled the clear August night
Wet grass cooled each step
Two stars fell from the midnight Heaven , I made two wishes for Mary Ellen* .....

All my connections are dry
Just like bugs working street lights in vain
Arms folded over my chest hoping to -
slow my angry heart
A script without a thespian to play the part
The candle succumbing , drowning in
liquid wax
Mind under four sided attack
Boxcars without engines lie dead on the tracks* ....

Took a cherry blunt hit with yellowed fingers
The song writing sensibility lingered
Poured black coffee and wrote a tune on being comfortable at night
How a bad tooth kept me down
Teenage greasy haired full blown depression
Guitar in hand or within reach obsession
Chain smoking , acrid breath
Strumming through ashtrays to build a cigarette
Hiding in rooms
Scurrying away from crowds
Always the subject
Self medicated loner
Writing poetry then burning it
Having a friend then ruining it* ...

I've big plans with this little mirror
Reflecting sunlight back to the Dog Star
Nebula
A tap on an unknown door just to say
hello , a message in simple code that
intelligent life should obviously know
I'll wait till tonight from my hilltop vantage
for an answer hurtling through the heavens from my
newfound acquaintances*  ...

Coppering Pine needle blankets
Checkerboard blue , gray green mosaics
The draw of afternoon August Sun
The burgeoning pressure of imminent easterly storm
A faint relief of watery mist and collective
woodland sigh
Diamond wave , teeming rain filled carpets 'neath
cloudy confusion held in life giving evergreen myrrh* ....

Rolled up paper napkins and plastic
wrap
Guitar picks of varying thickness
Reading glasses , cold black coffee , a
polishing cloth for a wine colored Les Paul
Staff lines with blue notes penciled in
A midnight jigger of Gin
This worn out body held prisoner by a frantic
mind
Reads like a song for another time* ....

I saved this write for all the amazing people on this site ! Thank you for all your reads , likes , help and encouragement over the last eleven months !
I'm just getting started ...

Writing about a wavering voice
As if I had a choice
A petulant songbird tale on the wind
We're praying for the night to come to an end* ....

Morality has become the Cur that
****** on the rug* ....

Nothing to do in a cloudburst
with the exception of watching new rivers control the avenues
Whirlpools choking storm drains ,
town squares becoming bayous
Colorful umbrellas in every direction
Townspeople quicken their pace , seeking protection
Big trucks sending puddles airborne ,
fastidious Pigeons bathing in the Summer
storm
Would give a blue nickel to join in
on the fun , a needed break from the August Sun* ...

I have come across love in moonlit
reflections o'er placid ponds
In golden rays filtered through
evergreen row , beneath the Winter morning
blanket of ****** snow
On pitch black nights enveloped in
candle glow , the rush of ocean waters
on afternoon shores
Within Apricot sky held in the looking
glass of Autumn
In well worn familiar paths to precious home* ...

We must take life indiscriminately for nourishment , has Earth been used for this purpose                                                          ­                                          
Content in the Milky Way yet trapped in some cosmic food chain
Seeded , cultivated , harvested , stored
ingested , wasted and forgotten
A condiment grown in some celestial
garden
A spice to tickle some alien palate or its
'Blood thirsty dietary practice'
A cheeseburger under the lights
A Slim Jim at the Five and Dime* ...

Blustery , midnight blue and black
We go way back
Inversions in the key of life and
mute hopelessness at times
We're 'old hat' , you and I* ........

Cotton fields , row after row from land's zenith -
to lowland riverside
Gravel roadways beside native flowers of every color , forested shadows with unique trees of every design
Magnolias and Live Oaks cooling farm and village alike
Courthouse squares , cascading brooks and marbled
monuments
This is where I reside* ....

My quest for rain has ended
Let it be wisdom falling in -
wind driven sheets across -
a parched landscape
May the thirsted be filled
The vile carried to sea
Barren fields born anew
May the righteous be left to prosper* ...

I'm playing arpeggios , aimed at the stars tonight
Streaming music across the Milky Way , waiting
for a reply
Strumming a message of wonder with a Les Paul
at twilight , hoping for an answer from another
guitarist on this warm , quiet night* .....

A cursory gaze into Palmetto sky
I spy a definitive portrayal of myself with
pen in hand , colloquial symbolism
penciled onto would be ancient papyrus
Screaming writes begging answers
Pushing lead hard till it finally splinters
A metaphor for anxiety left to linger
For now* ....

A punctual Jay
Announcing our afternoon rainbow overhead
Dancing wetted wire-grass
Commanding the darkened , woodland edge* ...

Hair on end , the crash of cymbal
from the bough of Mother cloud
The dance of wanting grass and
hedgerow
The dueling 'Canopy of Gray' as it settles over the
promising , tempest day
Fortunes of truth and rebirth told
Of violent change and rain carried
award* ...

Rhode Island Red rooster serenaded the mornings in lively duets with Farm tractors , cowbells , children laughing while rushing to catch the grade school bus
Lively Herefords calling from misty bottoms
Noisy , nosey Geese honking on a cool , clear Autumn
The banter of Bantam hens setting eggs
The aroma of bush- hogged fields , red Barns , Well houses and Tool sheds* ....

The dirge of Whippoorwills along the riverbanks
Lapping dark waters onto Cattail shores , Carp
roll topside o'er the shadowed montage , the final
hour of Summer Sun
Natures many musicians proclaim the star rise  
Mayflies dance the surface like silver kites
Black , blue and orange yesterdays , night breeze
touch of Fall August ways
Oak , Maple silhouettes with calling Dove
Yearning for home* .....

Beauty with awe reaching the end with
song filled waters , a cadet blue repository of -
tree top reflections tinged in the shawl
of splintered sunlight* .....

The Wurlins sweeten muscadines on the vine , gather morning dew
in Petunia buckets , hollow out acorns to carry their Clover honey lunches
They ride June bugs by the light of the Moon
Entice Tree frogs to strike up a tune
Make Huckleberry wine and Sassafras brandy
Pecan coffee and Honeysuckle candy*....

The Pigeons on Locke Street aren't buying
Little Red's cat wants a bird so bad , forever trying
Our beagle Biscuit still escorts the Garbagemen
to the backyard and back to the truck
Little Bo will be leaving yaw marks with his Big Wheel
at the end of the road
Teenagers still 'hang' with mischievous looks
and sporadic laughter
Dads are still walking home from the bus stop
in the songbird chatter* ....

Being misunderstood is most complimentary
and quite uplifting*  .....

I reside amongst the failures , the losers
and the shunned with great ease* ....

The yard dotted with private ponds begat from Summer rain
Each pool a Universe filled with life we've yet to -
discover or even comprehend* ....

Eat your liver young man
People are starving overseas
Swallow your Castor oil ,
the less fortunate are succumbing -
to disease
Say your prayers in case God -
takes you by morning
Clean your room , their are people -
homeless
Take your jacket or you'll catch pneumonia
Study your lessons so you'll makes 'lots of money'

That Eskimo Pie tonight done wonders
Made me feel ten years younger
Kept me on the front porch enjoying -
the night sky just a wee bit longer
Brought back good memories for awhile
Wound the thread tying a man to his -
rightful place a little stronger* ....

A good running , riding mower and five acres are prime ingredients
for great medicine* ......

In 'Natalie' , wildflower speckled August
Herons sail portals of sky blue as Cinnamon -
butterflies farm lush scuppernong arbors
Redtailed Kings patrol their sun-laced piedmont sheriffdom engulfed in songbird tune and Sugar Pine perfume* ....

Mosquito larvae dance to the surface for air
Brown leaves decay submerged , cracks begin
to show in their part of this Earth ,
potential catastrophes not unlike my own
The struggle to carry on world
To reconcile the temptation for wealth
with the reality of struggle and hardship
To wistfully garner understanding from some remote rain filled urn* ....

The 'lantern flies' were actually the paratroopers of war
descending onto the ground I was sworn to protect
Jesus laughed out loud , hot boxed a final drag off a Pall
Mall cigarette , flicked it into a minefield where it exploded
in every direction
I fired at the Moon from every position
Begged the night to come to an end
Woke up in a room destroyed , fired rounds
into blackness till the weapon jammed , patrolled
my field of fire from a window till the Sun kicked in*....

A half eaten Hershey bar beside a full ashtray
Nervous ticks with an eight ball of fury , so we digress again
My breath , the gust of wind that instigated a
typhoon in Saipan
Rainwater at my door containing a tear from a
child in Bangladesh
A ray fighting its way through the clouds
a half hour before sunset
The cocksure tightrope performer working without
a net , shooting at the stars with a hand pistol , thumb
drawn back
My forgiving nature and tolerance under it's nightly attack

Ebony , brunette and cocoanut incense
White sand clinging to bare feet
The sizzle of waves perishing on -
the early morning beach* ......

Sunday skies are inconsolable* .....

Midnight British tea with clover honey
Thoughts of you as the rain is pouring
Lightning over some distant sleepy town
Memories of fireworks , porch conversations
and birthday silver dollars
Wishing you were still around* .....

Kinetic waves of sweet water blessings , steaming blacktop
thoroughfares , trickling from gutter caps , rushing from downspouts , tapping my bedroom window like a childhood friend calling me to venture out
Petrichor melodies , Sun glistening Red Tip hedges
Wetted , diamond zoysia gardens
Culling roadside berries with cool naked
feet , with operatic fantasia rumbles the ubiquitous ' Thunder Roll ' , Blackbird gaggles resume their familiar treetop chorus in the ebony sky retreat of the afternoon Chattahoochee Summer heat* .......

Farmland dressed in crystal garment ,
freed by morning sun
Tall grass 'Wind dancers' promenade  
along the terraced field road hillside
Bluebirds working the wood line witness
the collision of foggy river bottom -
and sunshine
Golden hues , the cry of Mourning Dove ,
seeking the bower of home* ....