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Nov 2015 · 718
Sea of Insanity
Trellis of honeysuckle seeking it's boundary in late Spring , I too , yet unfulfilled , without her guiding hand , winds from the four corners of Earth , patchwork sails that lay abandoned !
Clocks grow loud without sweet laughter , wood floors lead to empty rooms and closets , whispering shells reflect many shadows , infinite , room by room , in desperate soliloquy ..
A dominant look , I recognize these ****** features , committed to my destruction , **** of maritime canon , shell shocked commander , nay ,
the patronization of his embittered crew , a capsized vessel , lost at sea with malfeasants safe ashore ?  Blue ocean confluence with fresh water , sand ! Able ****** ! Log her impedance at the hazardous delta !
Five harrowing days , meandering south into harms way . From home port to a turbid , troubled sea !
Bring me the head of Cupid , the ******* child of loneliness !
A sacrifice of all that rumor insurrection , mutiny ! Your names are stricken from the book of life , Heaven shall witness thy ploy , with payment of hellfire and damnation ! Bring me the head of her leader , Hell hath inquired of him this very moment !
Copyright November 5 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2015 · 1.4k
Southern Sweets
Biscuit and sorghum syrup happy faces with Georgia peach butter and blackberry muffins , childhood favorites that tickle the palette !
For a bag of Fall persimmons , a handful of roasted pecans I would gladly cross the Alcovy River naked as a jaybird !
Rutabagas , turnips and cracklin cornbread would be my staple of choice if marooned on an island , a Frosty Root beer and mothers egg custard !
Peach ice cream and scuppernong jelly , fig preserves and tomato gravy !
Columbus grits and Claxton fruitcake , Vidalia onion rings , Elijay apples !
In my next life I relish the very thought of becoming a Cardinal , turned loose in a muscadine arbor ! The most heart stopping  , meanest scarecrow ever made would be no match for a wise old crow in a watermelon patch ! Mockingbird busy in a old plum tree , a honeybee in a clover field as far as the eye can see !
Copyright November 5 , 2015 by randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2015 · 1.3k
Monday morning spew .....
Hot box a cigarette , sawmill gravy and country ham ,
Entrenched in the morning paper , dishes scrubbed , drumming of pots and pans ! Blue collar people with somewhere to be , buoy's chained to the bottom of the sea ! Sweet black ribbon covered in fire ants , May honeybees , wildebeest crossing the wild African plains..
White smokestack dens of endless toil , black tar factories , dead fish waterway , boiling star infrastructures !
Biscuit , tobacco , hot coffee welder , plumber and electrician
Caviar , flounder , after dinner mint doctor and lawyer ..
Goody powders ,  soda pop cures , work induced migraines for
societies  'riff raff' , high atop steel skeletons , life hanging in balance .
Xanax , blue cheese , marriage counselor soccer moms , yoga , wine party ..Young people lie in their own blood , candle light vigils are like all others . Repetitive anguish falling on deaf ears , billion dollar football stadiums , homeless freeze to death , Good Morning America focused on the Grammy Awards or someones *** , Miley's tongue , Scientology or Donny and Marie !
Bath salt possession , teenagers are shot full of bullets , Kelley and Michael promote Hollywood garbage , their so ******* cute !
Copyright November 5 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2015 · 509
Fall Observation
The battle of wind and rain , October offers her sword in defeat
November , declared victorious , graciously accepts her prize
Morning star bears witness to frost covered valley , painted woodland
Hickory smoke laying at treetop level , the poetic rustle of brown field

Mechanical locomotion , smell of diesel , goose grease and oil
Farm tractors secure the fields of Autumn
The evening Sun hides late afternoon cloud cover on the other side
of the horizon ...
Brilliant orange Moon portends the end of day with her new journey
skyward .
Copyright November 4 ; 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights  Reserved
Nov 2015 · 654
Storm on the Way
Black clouds circumnavigate the pine forest , trees cull their mouths for Summer rains ! Black crows banter in the welcome cool breeze ,  Bessie's cowbell clangs at the molasses lick ! Pie pans glide across the hayfield , scarecrow comes alive , looks right then left ! Nanny goat calls her kids to the pole barn , head rooster crows , brings the hens to order !
Copyright October 30 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2015 · 438
Picture Box Art collection
Big smiling sun on the corner of the page , blue and red people with flowers in their hands , tall green grass against a white background , a monkey wrapped his tail around the flagpole . Silver comets and green rain drops , man on the moon winks high above , black seagulls and bright red hearts , green dog scratching fleas in the back of a pickup truck . Red riverbanks , brilliant blue stars , yellow school bus on a marigold  highway ! Purple turtles play in a charcoal creek , brown smiling horses in a pink sunset ! Daddy colored orange with a navy mustache , lavender Mother with a periwinkle apron !
Copyright November 6 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson  *All Rights Reserved
Nov 2015 · 462
December
A season of hope ! Brown , curious , engaging eyes that sparkled now fatigued ! A curt , weathered reflection . Gun metal gray skies encircle my shop window image , sunbeams reflect amidst the city sidewalks ! A boisterous romantic , religiously travelled , graciously relegated to the comfort of familiar streets ! Times mechanism , Hades cheated with each tick , a conundrum cloaked in temerity courtesy of advanced years !
Copyright November 3 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2015 · 372
Pill Head Inquiry
Each second a gift , every minute we lie in jeopardy , indebted to the physical forces which spawned our very existence ! In denial , through meditation and belief in greater entities we falsely claim the surety of life in perpetuity ! Whom begat the gods ? Thy sanity at risk of foreclosure , at deaths residence what lies behind her door ?
Copyright November 2 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2015 · 396
To all Young Ladies....
Precious young ladies with broken hearts , crying in pain , in thirty years you'll have forgotten their names , deciphering each detail of a love gone astray , click your heels and run away ! Prose and poem detailing carnal desires , repetitive babbling's , flesh afire ? Be diligent indeed with your quest for a mate , for many fools and wolves do lie in wait ! Remain pleasant yet aware , happy and focused , if he's vain at twenty he'll be hell at forty !
Copyright October 30 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2015 · 375
May
May
Life's music , a complicated ballad indeed , complex time signatures for captivated audience ! Pray thee tell songbird , sweet voice of the Spring canopy ! To hear thy performance , unabashed heartfelt melodies , 'tis love committed to song , each articulate note strengthening my soul !
Copyright November 3 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson  *  All Rights Reserved
Nov 2015 · 531
Flint River ...
Tumultuous cries within earshot , drowning the sound of battle , deafening cannon , infantry that crossed her wooden servant , rushing to the sea with great speed , soldiers lay amongst her rocks , await the call of judgement , swift to arms , advancing southward into Armageddon under command of the Archangel Michael , longing for the anodyne ! To rest beside placid water , beneath the benevolent admonition of the Almighty !
Copyright October 31 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2015 · 428
Peace ...
Brown windows beckon a tumid expression ! A proud servant to loneliness rendered agape , monastic inclinations abandoned , standing within the periphery of green pasture with unabashed felicity , a testament for every blade , breathless , sunbeam caressing porcelain , sweet auburn cover , my lovely Mary Ellen !
Copyright November 3 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2015 · 322
Sleep tight ...
A baby , focused on a mobile , struggling to reach the stars , crescent moons and baby ducks ! A proud young lady voices her admiration , urging her child to explore ! The moon lit room , filled with toys , a dressing table and a rocking chair , tonight the precious interaction between mother and child continues ! Warm milk , rhymes , a kiss on the cheek , a dusting from the sandman , beautiful sleepy eyes , puppy dog dreams and raspberry skies !
Copyright October 31 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2015 · 428
February ..
I was awakened early one morning to witness the marriage of Winter and Chinook wind ! A sorrowful child conceived ! The pang of birth  . A daughter began to wail outside my window ! 'Twas February , jealous , in search of her lover March , shrieking , calling turbulent , gusty winds from the western horizon ! Thor laughing out loud , shooting bolts of lightning across the wind racked treetops , mischievous Loki cackling , dancing a jig to the song of her broken heart  ! She cried for many hours , tears running down our drive , collecting beneath the trees , turning the creek into a mighty river at sunrise ! Call me February from this day forward ! A flame seeking audience under the sea of regret , naked with a rose in one hand , drifting with great caution across the galaxy . Weeping , longing for the impossible , set adrift , alone from the very first day I can remember . Misunderstood , sadness followed by joyful creativity , sequestered , beat into submission with hurtful words , seeking the month of my rapture , love and concurrence with my creator !
Copyright November 3 , 2015 by Randolph l Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2015 · 355
My Day
My affliction , continually weeping for yesterday ! A map with a critical piece missing , an act that continues to repeat , locked within , numerous antagonizing combinations to solve and address , a smiling face given under duress ! Held under water seeking air , walking a tightrope over the portal to Hell ! Defraying the act of suicide every hour three days a week , committing my allegiance to any savior that would have me ..Pills at breakfast , drugs at lunch , ****** up by supper , barely able to walk ! Green pill at seven , white pill at nine ! Five pills at bedtime , up half the night !
Copyright October 30 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson *  All Rights Reserved
Nov 2015 · 375
Natural Law
A weasel will commit a massacre within the henhouse as sure as a politicians tongue will wag without respite , be it attached or severed !
Copyright October 26 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2015 · 470
Warriors final moments ..
Winged seeds flying in our direction , take pause , reflect upon many harrowing hours , horrors , atrocities on occasion more ****** than battle itself , be at ease as the wind guides them towards us ! The siege has ended , help is arriving , the day of restitution ! I see sunbeams as I lie on my back , smell home cooked meals , roasted pecans and apple cider ! The scramble of men is in slow motion now , the cries are mute ! Returned to my beloved land , beneath tall Pines , warm breezes , helicopters falling from the canopy . Chasing Gods aircraft across the meadows , the remainder of my days . Forever .
Copyright October 30 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved

** A dying soldier mistaking helicopters for pine seeds and vice versa !
Nov 2015 · 503
Whats in a Name ?
To call you a ******* would degrade a marvelous animal , one that has provided companionship , loyalty and assistance to mankind for well over a thousand years ! You are Mica ! A lifeless rock glittering in the sunlight , with many see through layers , brittle with very little redeeming qualities , laying like a precious stone yet not even worth a casual glance ! To tag you as a stupid *** would not be fair to the Mule , hard working farm animal , strong willed till his time of dying , up at the crack of Dawn , protecting the farm from coyote and fox , off to the fields for another days work ! You're a Myna bird , eyes fixed to the looking glass , talking all day , confiding in no one , creating discord amongst your brethren ! A pig you are most certainly not , the most intelligent animal on the farm , picky eaters despite their reputation , escaping the most well built fencing available , much to the herdsman's consternation !
Copyright October 30 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights reserved
Nov 2015 · 403
Lease
Peer across the Gobi desert , we are brothers with familiar stories ! A once lush reservoir drained into the bowels of Earth ! A parched bed , cracked into a thousand pieces , on permanent display ! A wealth of years in repose , banished from the scrutiny of public and family alike , trapped behind dry , brazen eyes ! Clover , side by side , swaying in the September breeze , swallows returning home ! A field that vanishes against the orange horizon ! Nourished , courtesy of blue and green impoundments , cascading rivers and creeks ! My memories are a jealous ocean , commanding return of her waters , enslaved , committed to her utter servility !
Copyright October 30 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2015 · 747
The Ditch
What does it take for a quick fix ? A photo opportunity , pictures of you in the public mix ? Front page headline ! Standing by a storm sewer like Hernando DeSoto ,  exploring a wild expanse of territory ! Are you General Pershing ? Leading the " Doughboys " into battle on the western front or the new Panama Canal in west central Georgia ! It just so happens that I could possibly be the fourth cousin removed of our benevolent Mayor , an admission certain to generate a call to action , genetic predisposition to selfishly imbibe , supplicate ulterior motives , altruistic behaviors , uniformity of life in general ! Organisms in the battle of propagation , securing the ranks for future generations ! Each step plotted , precious energy allotted , risk reward calculations , minimal expenditures create maximum benefit , the secret to longevity , the Fountain of Youth , trapped in a culvert , water seeks its own level , 'tis a fact your honor ! For as waste trapped within cell walls , you to shall pass , your biochemical makeup will one day rain upon this Earth , trapped in a ditch in Chattahoochee Hills , with an indifferent public official oblivious to your plight , trying to complete life's cycle with all your might !
Copyright October 31 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson *All Rights Reserved
Nov 2015 · 547
Poet & Poetess Prayer
If this simple write should prove to be my swan song , let it be duly noted that I left headstrong ! As the Drill Sergeant , leading green soldiers , the fearless non-commissioned officer , carrying the colors ! The Calvary , under direct fire , dressing the ranks , preparing the charge , advancing forward , committing what cries to be heard unto paper for all the world to address , exposing the draconian tyrants of prose , poetic blasphemers and the vile fabricators of plagiarism !
Copyright October 30 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2015 · 619
My Heroes !
The country needs garbage men and ditch diggers ! Men that mow grass , empty septic tanks , clean streets ! Workers that paint bridges and water tanks ! Folks that clean out gutters , chop firewood , wash windows , empty grease traps ! Fellows that haul junk , rake leaves and wash cars ! Mop floors , clean hospitals , pick up trash on the side of the road !  Farmers that pull weeds , *** a garden , water a row with a five gallon bucket ! Men that shovel coal , spread gravel , haul dirt with a wheel barrow ! 'Tis nothing on this Earth more beautiful than a man confident with his work ! Respectable wages for a hard laborious week , unsung heroes that made this country great !
Copyright October 30 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2015 · 735
Saturday morning 1970 ..
Blessed are the young for their innocence and wonderment , for bright eyes and cheerful smiles ! Little ladies in training with tea sets , dolls and easy bake ovens . Young boys with frogs in their pockets , baseball caps , ***** from head to toe ! For their first day at school and precious artwork posted on the refrigerator door ! Hayrides and trick or treat , Cub Scout and Brownie field trips , bicycles , bonfires , marshmallows and Hershey bars ! Christmas songs , snowmen and sleigh rides ! Flying kites in March , warm April mornings , Summer vacations in June and July ! A prayer for the children tonight , tucked away in warm beds , safe , filled with imagination , joyous for their first peeks of sunshine at Dawn ! Saturday morning Pop Tarts and Nestles Quik , Bugs Bunny , Spiderman and the Banana Splits !
Copyright October 31 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2015 · 1.1k
The Teacher
An old mans regatta,  ancient ships bound for the park , reflect on wartime America in 1944 ! Cheerful for the most part , lips quivering occasionally ! Patriotic . Reflective . Your the same young man regardless of rebellious ways , I was the captain of my ship as well in 1938 ! Four years later , fighting for my life on Guadalcanal in a bayonet charge against a bold , determined enemy force ! The internet and the current culture , the world appears smaller , actually divided from within courtesy of religious faction , fascism and greed , now more than ever ! You may find yourself in my shoes in sixty odd years , convincing young people such as yourself of the fine line between war and peace ! Countries forever on battle footings , leaders pose with smiles while they plot against one another , mutual assured destruction they only thing keeping them from firing the missiles ! Each day more dangerous than the last , soldiers without uniforms , indiscriminate killing of civilians , **** of historical monuments , it's all quite familiar within this war torn mind !
Copyright October 31 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2015 · 576
B.O.L.O.
Butter peas for breakfast , naked with soap in the backyard , shower in a thunderstorm , intricate guitar without audience ! Three piece suit with combat boots , seeking White tailed deer , inquisitive with camera and apples. In tune with eight pathways , practicing morning metta , quoting Hemingway , lover of Sandburg and Whitman . Spring , Summer and Fall gardener , philosopher , in tune with Dusk , infatuated by Dawn , adventurous as Monarch butterfly , faithful as Mourning doves . Committed to prose and the power of true love , imagination sprinkled with cold hard reality at times , armed with dictionary , thesaurus , paper and ink pen , quick with the truth , compassionate , Southern and opinionated , emboldened , struggling with creativity , searching for his niche in society .
Copyright October 30 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2015 · 468
Baby boomer facade
French toast this morning with an old friend . Blackberry topping , cranberry smoothie , cappuccino , morning music ! We go way back together , elementary school , tenth grade , the birth of my daughters ,when Dad was laid to rest ! You appear every morning at six , in the back of my mind at Noon , sometimes everyday for two weeks straight ! Changing well rehearsed plans at the last minute , gazing out of windows into downtown , coaching myself back from sheer misery , watching calls diverted to voice mail ! Shadows are visible beneath the door ,voices in the hallway , making rash decisions , steering the vessel without me . Trapped in a cube , encircled with wire , receiving wi-fi messages via the mind . A plastic tree in the corner , we're brothers of the charade , appearing perfect , vigorous and dominant when we're actually cheap facades ! Dropped down to my knees , put my face against the air register , cool wind chills my skin , taking me back to another place . Dressed for Winter , braced for frigid weather at the bus stop . Red and blue mittens , silver snow boots , black scarf . Frosted bus windows , people struggling to make it to their cars , laughter on the bus increases , call me zero divisible by one , not water but rain , sent to great heights only to be cast down hard upon the Earth again ! Not steam at street level but a thunderstorm , cloudburst with imminent straight line winds , headfirst into the ground !
Copyright October 31 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2015 · 663
Downtown Connector
Brake lights , running a red light , pair of white lights , the reflection in Gods eyes , beaming across the blacktop , shattered glass fell from a crepuscular blue morning sky , now covering the parkway , North and South ! Critical victims lie beside the deceased in makeshift triage , birds fly in at treetop level , gather en masse ! Sirens wail , blue , red , yellow flashing lights send them on their way ! Blackbirds gather at behest of Satan , monitor heavenly host walking amongst them ! The certain sign of Angels in our presence , blessing the wounded , gathering the chosen ! Morning fog burns from West to East , sunbeam reflects off of a hosed down street . Glass , metal , plastic and rubber now burnt offerings upon a mechanical pyre , a monument to inattentive diving , speed in battle with common sense . Reason , atonement in a car crash , chalk outlines , photographs . Yaw marks , brake lights and eye witnesses , security cameras from nearby shops that pan across the intersection ? A twenty second piece on the evening news !
Copyright October 30 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2015 · 643
Drug fueled solution
The key to deliverance is lying in a drawer , beside a deck of playing cards and a cigarette lighter . A courageous solution , split second decision devoid of thought , arcane reasoning , the battle lost ? Catch a kiss , throw it to the ground , mingled with brain matter , blood and bone . Close red eyes , ride the light , in a parallel universe your at peace and alive ! Enlightened and immune to the demons of the mind , in tune with your surroundings , a second chance . Replaying the past , alternate roads , a Prince among men finding shelter in the storm ! Returned to the epilogue in the theater of the mind , changing the script , sickness resigned ....
Copyright October 30 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2015 · 835
My Disease
My disease can shock and offend , pull a rotten apple from the tree of life itself , a black hole neutralizing star light , an unheard cry in the middle of night . Gifted hands tied by the poisonous vine of censorship , melancholy days , a wind racked ship set adrift . A tiny wisp of flame in the path of a storm , unsettling voices from sources unknown . The riddle of two clenched fist , one holding a diamond . A motherless son with no one to guide him . Drugs that manage hopelessness , ripe berries surrounded by brambles , dark days to oneself , seedling drowned in a glass of water .
Copyright October 30 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2015 · 353
Good Day
The gray blanket of Autumn , every tree , blade of grass and bird in their rightful place ! Every unique musical score brought forth by the Western breeze . Each drop of morning rain , a solitary reminder of hope , rebirth , renewal and continuity . Dusk . A gentle touch from a loving hand , singing a child to sleep with familiar ballad . The quiet woodland on a cool November morning , speaking volumes to artist , lover and poet !
Copyright October 31 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights reserved
Oct 2015 · 1.8k
Gorilla in the Room
White girl in the room , are you cognizant of the epilogue prior to it's revelation ? Do people lose their minds when they see their grave ?
Will peanut butter **** my craving tonight , orange sunshine , scraped out of the *** , put in the corner of your eye ? Delirium tremens , psychotic cravings , tantric *** , after shave poured through a loaf of bread ! Shoot my arm , legs , collapsed vein in my neck ? Shoot every one till there's not anyone left ! Your head held high ? You'd run your fingers through dog **** for a piece of her tonight !
Copyright October 30 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Oct 2015 · 386
Hand guns
He's lying in a pool of blood , the struggle is over ! The Oscar most certainly goes to him , the strongest man amongst us ! Our self professed leader called home , suicide by revolver , a noble warrior to the end ! Our battered , broken King . Victim of the minds many afflictions , pawn to several addictions ! A Father , grandfather and a brother with a good ear for his children , with many maps to guide us through turbulent waters ! Laid to rest among the other male thespians in our inner circle , four more slaves to the gun !
* I've lost a father , a grandfather and three uncles from suicide by handgun *  Please don't ask me my opinion on hand guns !                                                                                        Copyright October 30 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Oct 2015 · 634
1978
A beautiful princess , a pink dress and pretty blue eyes commands the catwalk ! Proud parents are the audience , a star is born ! Tonight the Fall Festival begins , handsome date , pacing up the walkway , corsage in hand ! Her first dance with a live band ,  best friends , hamburgers , hot dogs , cake and punch ! Music and laughter , slow dancing , glittering tinsel and lace !  High school gym , a grand ballroom , young sophomores on top of the world ! Escorted back home , a unbelievable night of romance , puppy love , holding hands down the street ! An innocent first kiss on the front porch !  A nerve racking , awkward peck on the cheek !
Copyright October 26 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Oct 2015 · 658
Help !
I'm sorry for whatever I've done , cannot comprehend your actions against  me or my animal brothers ? Why torture , leaving me in agony ? I promise I'll do my best to make you happy , if you could just release me , I'll not tell a soul , you'll never see me ! An act playing out as I write this poem , the mutilation of precious animals , one by one , assembly line mass ****** for flesh , broken hearted creatures , do you see it in their faces ? If you happen to meet a person performing these acts my advice to you would be to run like hell ! Men and women capable of such barbarism are the most dangerous animals on the face of the planet !
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Oct 2015 · 531
Aunt Ruby's Hypothesis
People look away when you question their honesty , the fool with a hole in the newspaper staring at you constantly ! The lifeguard at the swimming pool , wearing thick sunglasses , the King on his throne , staring at our ***** ! Tinted car windows going down the block , mischievous teenagers high on *** ! The pizza man standing at the front door smiling , he's tapping my phone at night , can hear him breathing ! The six o'clock news on all three stations , a giant eyeball recording everything ! The jets that fly high above are also guilty , their contrails are poison spewed across our fair city ! Cable television racking our brains , twenty four hours of subliminal messages ! Our own train of thought , a victim of theft , sent to the Pentagon , stored on a shelf !
Copyright October 29 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Oct 2015 · 451
Archaeology
A potters clay urn , a gift from talented , artistic hands ! Fragmented , stained glass images on cathedral walls overlook a repository laden with mans indiscretions ! Saints cast in marble , everlasting tributes ! Two young hands imprinted into fresh concrete by a proud Father , telling a story a thousand years later ! Names , pertinent dates , a cherished poem or Bible verse etched in black granite , recognition for a short time on this Earth . November winds command every tree in the woodland , breathing life unto mountain vista ! The same ardent desire to conquer and control that became our albatross ! Egotistical , rebellious vehicle , entirely responsible for its own extinction !
Copyright October 29 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Oct 2015 · 414
Morning Routine
A nervous finger drawing pictures in the syrup left on a plate , a long drag off a Marlboro , a cold stare for traffic , heavy exhaust , frosted glass . Polite chat with my waitress , chef nods in my direction with a quick smile , she tops off my coffee . On foot again . Southbound down Hwy. 42  , morning paper under my arm , brand new gloves , scarf , sock cap , cigarette dangling from my mouth . No cell phone or place to be .. Returning to my sanctuary , a two room bed and bath by the railroad tracks . A bit of clarity and civility directed toward anyone I should pass , prior to arriving home and morning meds !
Copyright October 29 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Oct 2015 · 470
Spooked
Walking home one evening , right as the sun was going down , coming back from a friends house just down the road ! The day before Halloween in 1974 , a boys imagination at ten years old ! Couldn't help but think of goblins and ghost , haunted houses , witches on broomsticks , scarecrows and pumpkin patches ! Thoughts of Headless Horseman and baying coonhounds in the distance quickened my pace ! I crawled under the barbed wire fence , the house a quarter mile ahead .. The driveway was tree lined and dark so I chose an alternate path through a cornfield , bathed in bright orange Harvest Moon , determined not to get spooked ! Focused on the ground , trying not to look around , walking faster every few feet , finally started running ! About the time I convinced myself that I was safe a covey of quail flew up around me in every direction ! I jumped to the ground to catch my breath , raised up slowly , took off again , ran like a swamp rabbit behind the barn , took off my overalls , threw away my drawers ! Off to the house , food on the table . Wash up , Grace , a hard fought supper !
Copyright October 26 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Oct 2015 · 368
My Mary Ellen
Let us stand before the canvas with colored pencils , highlighting our past , portending the future with living color , beautiful blues for times on the water , brilliant reds for evening sunsets , orange for breathtaking Dawns , greens for many care free walks through city parks , brown for the many leaves of Fall , seeking respite , a place to call home ! Black for occasional storms , yellow for lightning on the horizon , lavender for beautiful Summer bouquets worn by June brides ! Silver for family traditions , tea for two and twenty year anniversaries ! White for the Dogwoods that bloom in Spring , gray for an endless love affair , two broken hearts introduced by pure chance , the day two dreamers collided that now pass through this world together ! Hand in hand ....
Copyright October 26 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Oct 2015 · 667
Deadly Summers
Precious commodity on the planet , envied by young and old , the very signature of the affluent , a blue diamond in the night , a personal star awarded the few , pirouettes beneath the midday Sun , starlight awarded all the colors of the rainbow ! Her hours numbered , the sacrificial cool ambiance bestowed upon rightful delegate , her name is Ice ! Mans only hope in the ever expanding desert ! The ozone nearly depleted , temperatures at the Equator exceed one hundred seventy degrees , Winter in Nome , Alaska , fifty degree low temps , Florida has become a coral reef , Valdosta , Georgia , Dothan , Alabama are port cities with white sand beaches ! We are a nocturnal people , the high risk of melanoma , more than the current human body can take , Winter has become the time for vacations and family gatherings , schools run from two a.m. till nine a.m. , fresh water is under government control , unlawful storage of potable water or contamination of river , stream or creek is now a capital offense ! Bicycles are the number one mode of transportation for people headed to their place of work at Dusk ! A third of the Earths human population was lost during the initial fifty year period of the climate catastrophe , World Environmental Police are granted the power of Judge , Jury and Executioner , the world now focused on ozone replacement , a green planet now barren , brown with infrequent cloud cover , one hundred degree nighttime temps in the middle of Winter !
Copyright October 25 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Oct 2015 · 256
Walk Reassured
If you find yourself alone for following your heart , exhibiting true compassion and understanding for all men regardless of how high they're shelved ,  by what standard held , raise a worried countenance from darkness toward a brilliant blue sky that awaits thee , be at peace for you are in good company indeed !
Copyright October 27 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson *All Rights Reserved
Oct 2015 · 295
Chance
We acquire the target of our curiosity simultaneously , each other , both committed to revealing our loneliness to compassionate ear , a gentle touch , a long gaze into our souls by moonlight , touring cool , damp city streets , our hands clenched as one , silence speaks volumes to wounded hearts , the losers are victorious this evening , a warm home is the reward for a long cold journey , relish these epochs for they are fleeting indeed , passion for one another reveals the short time we've been allotted upon this Earth , hold this morning the remainder of your days , a light upon your path together , flesh having received deaths invite from it's very inception , love endures forever and a day !
Copyright October 27 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Oct 2015 · 365
In the Zone
Men refuse to reveal their fears , death blows about soldiers grown accustomed to its wretched aroma ! Attachment fosters weakness which shines like a bright light late into the night , revealing location , drawing fire ! Exhaustion , constant battle with uncertainty from ****** , mortar or artillery ! Twenty three hours of nothing followed by an hour of Armageddon ! Choppers retrieving our dead , dropping off much needed ammunition , food and water ! Slowly going out of sight , leaving the platoon left to their own devices , the night filled with cries from the other side , men are dying in the dark tonight  , calling for their Father or Mother ..Day five on perimeter protecting a hilltop , surrounded on four sides by thick forest ! Building pill boxes , fox holes , fortifications , fields of fire and Claymore mines , checkpoints and landing zones ..Fighter jets shoot by at tree top level scattering dust and debris behind , temporarily blinding sentries on watch , bringing soldiers at rest to their knees !.A hundred and twenty days plus a wake up ! I'll never get through it , regardless if I come out dead or alive !
Copyright October 24 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights reserved
Oct 2015 · 972
Zero Chance
A hollow point bullet  , fired , rifled through barrel , targeting steel resolve , fragmenting , striking ten combatants with one fatal shot ! A wood canoe with confident oarsman , fighting thirty foot ocean swells , hurricane winds and storm surge ! Swan dive over Horseshoe Falls , disappearing within the rocks , returned to the surface laughing , emboldened and unharmed ! Pressure cooker explosives , detonated beside large crowds with zero injuries , homicidal schizophrenic empties his magazine in a theater with no casualties ! Random killing in the name of religion with just cause , fundamental rationality ! Convincing people to try compassion , tolerance and moderation ! Forgetful , carefree , unharmed , thankful citizens impinged , ***** by the three percent , courtesy of Wall Street !
Copyright October 26 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Oct 2015 · 370
Fill in the blanks
The  * Republican hypocrites within this country , * Christian extremist with a combined I.Q. of  *fifty , standing tall and pious spewing  *fear , picketing * funerals , pointing fingers , calling us *  " Sinners ! " Call me what you will , tell me I'm going to * hell , quote scripture all you can but for once let's be real !  * * Jerry Falwell is one of the most diabolical *screwballs residing on the planet and your religion has screamed the end of days for the last * thousand years , so get over it !
The words marked with a star *  are multiple choice . Add your favorite religious zealot , political organization and his wacky beliefs . Be creative . Have a good day !

Copyright October 26 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Oct 2015 · 363
A.M. Grind
Ice cold rain that raises the hair on the back of your neck ! Gusty winds scatter slick brown leaves across the walkway , driveway and blacktop ! Red , puffy morning eyes , running late , a tiny clear patch in the windshield to view the highway ! Hands ten two on the steering wheel , basically driving from memory a half hour before sunrise ! Stop for gas and coffee with a cinnamon roll , off again with the morning news on the radio ! Find your parking space , making a beeline to the office , boss looks your way then glances at his watch ! Hit the lights , start the computer , raise the curtains ! Lay your bag of bones in a chair and pray for a quick eight hours !
Copyright October 25 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Oct 2015 · 619
Unwanted Help
Self professed trees surgeons , insurance agents , water damage  "consultants ! "  Jack leg carpenters , news crews , would be electricians , handymen and " rubber neckers ! " The fly into town , apparently in the first wave of the storms ferocious winds , perusing  potential customers for quick cash , price gouging courtesy of shade tree operators ! They stand by their brand new gas gulping pickups , smiling and self absorbed like they're doing you a favor ! If it wasn't for the tornado scattering my possessions , I would fire rock salt directly into your *** without reservation ! This may seem like a " backward Hick town " with thick southern accents , old pickups and overalls !  Your true intent is quickly visible , your " modus operandi " is quite evident , if your still here at Dusk kind Sir , may your God be with you !
Copyright October 23 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Oct 2015 · 452
Contact
A life form resembling our trees ,  filled with talismans , hanging precariously from an orchard as far as the human eye can see ! Dreams ? Brilliant gold colored entities ? Memories ? Silver comets , red orbs cast across the Universe ! Deep blue seas , chartreuse skies , mahogany colored diamond encrusted firmament with two bright red satellites ! Violet Dawns and lavender sunsets ! Bipedal winged , reptilian type inhabitants with vastly superior intellect , well above what we could ever possibly conceive ! The bastardization of human beings from first contact , low grade semi -intelligent life forms with very little to offer ! The equivalent of Apollo astronauts dumping out a bag of moon rocks ...Conversation with a cockroach ...Collected , analyzed , sent back to Earth post haste , tucked away in an alien file cabinet ! Uneventful . Refocused ..Yawning....Earth ! Enchanted ! Amazed ! Stupefied ...
Copyright October 25 , 2015 by Randolph L wilson * All Rights Reserved
Oct 2015 · 622
Georgia prayer
We have freely received the Earths bounty and her many blessings bestowed upon Mother Georgia ! Thankful for meandering rivers , cascading waterfalls , Lake Lanier , Oconee , Allatoona and West Point ! Breath taking Appalachian mountains , sunflower swept valleys , picturesque Atlantic coast ! The Summer breeze of June , songbirds of Spring and the myriad color of leaves in October ! Mountain apples , cotton , peanuts , sweet potatoes , Vidalia onions ! From the vibrant Atlanta skyline , cities of Columbus and Savannah to the sleepy villages of Franklin and Bostwick ! Church bells announce the Dawn in quiet mountain hamlets , seagulls searching the shores of Tybee Island , farm tractors turn the fields in Tifton , Spanish moss swaying in the breeze in Valdosta !
Copyright October 23 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Oct 2015 · 617
First light upon Georgia
Petrichor fills my senses , the western hemisphere receives the miracle of Dawn , magnificent palate of morning revealed in first light , punctual feast delegated amongst the plant world of the Americas ..Pull of the tide , the Moon coupled with mystery , disappearance , Sister Venus with nocturnal creatures of the forest relocate their private dwellings with the new day ! Warm , cool air confluence , Western cloud banks foretell Natures ambivalence ! Steadfast purveyor of the rambunctious , ever changing Earth !
Copyright October 23 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
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