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Nov 2017 · 119
Sweet Farm Music ....
On Saturday's the occasional car will
sound for miles , echoing through colorful
dales and cattle trails
Days with occasional howling coyotes , snorting , rut frenzied bucks
Wind chime maples and vintage pickup trucks
Whining chainsaws and sputtering tractors
Farm bells and blackbird laughter
Rustling leaves neath a four o'clock moon
Fluttering quail and songbird tunes* ...
Copyright November 25 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2017 · 195
A Scream in the Night ...
I scoffed at ghost stories
Greeted death's very door with a scowl*     
I never knew 'bone chilling fear' till the night I heard a bobcat howl...
Copyright November 26 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2017 · 239
Till the Pints Gone ...
Ten minutes into my fifth shot
I'm beginning to give meter and -
rhyme all I've got
A half hour after I've had my fill
I'm a man on a mission with a golden quill* ..
Beef jerky and Wild Turkey
An inebriated mind on yesteryears -
journey
Pain riddled in poetic schemes
Purgatories insider inking bellicose themes
..
Copyright November 26 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2017 · 304
Kelleytown Barn ...
Yellow clucking hens off to the -
barn at dusk
They pick their evening perch without a -
fuss
The rooster nudges his harem with-
a morning song
They hit the ground running at the crack of dawn

Ole Mister Boar is down by five
He snores an grunts all through the night
Rolls over in the morn to the '****-a-doodle-doo'
Falls back asleep till a half past two* ..

Hay Farmer Bill is a sight indeed
Rides a red tractor in the Piedmont heat
Works all day like a blackstrapped mule
Whistlin' in the field with a chaw or two o' chew
..
Copyright November 26 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2017 · 232
Friday Night Miracle ...
I witnessed chalk clouds touching the Hesperides orange shroud , they in turn crossed nightfalls navy blue horizon ..
The shadows of Hereford cattle returning home , moonshine enveloping brown sugar brome
Evening songsters and prominent whippoorwills calling the day to close* ...
Copyright November 26 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
I wish you blue sky
Good coffee , warm relations -
and hot mincemeat pie
German chocolate cake , deviled eggs
Oyster dressing and eggnog with a sprinkle of nutmeg
Pumpkin pie with a dapple of -
whipped cream
I wish you spiced apples and -
sweet holidays dreams* ...
Copyright November 22 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2017 · 200
The Real Me ...
I eat red meat an 'yardbird'
I've been known to waylay -
a bottle of good scotch
Chattanooga Chew tickles my
fancy , doctored brownies -
are just Jim Dandy
I'm all for a ******* Barrel rocker
A Martin guitar , an American car
Whitman and Sandburg , Pink -
Floyd an Hendrix
Red wire grass  , quiet country
ponds and evening bullfrogs* ...
Copyright November 21 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2017 · 283
Holiday Walk ..
As I take in this beautiful confusion
November's breath is but an illusion ,
misconstrued as something permanent ,
simply frost longing to paint the firmament
A homeward trail , sugar glazed southern
pastry begging for black coffee , chips of
black walnut and pecan , golden apple
stained glass fragmenting portals to nirvana
and beyond
Happy sun , frosted window masterpiece -
Wednesday
Tall , ***** loblolly knights guard this wooded
passageway
Nosey , noisy ravens giving away my location
Aromatic , seedling evergreens to tempt my
imagination* ...
Copyright November 21 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson *All Rights Reserved
Nov 2017 · 158
Adios Charlie ..
Don't let your guard down !
Hell ain't half full yet !
Copyright November 20 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Shock and offend* ...
Copyright November 20 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2017 · 82
Untitled
Crickets , sweet crickets
They ne'er skip a beat
O' Crickets , melodious crickets
Sing a whippersnapper to sleep
Copyright 19 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2017 · 332
Evening Stroll ..
Chewing a blade of grass ,
walking the wood fence line
Jumping a bird or two with -
nothing to do
Venus could be my grandmother
Shining her love , vigilantly watching over ,
laying out my trail through fields of clover
Mom is the 'Farmer's Moon' , maybe a dogwood in bloom ,
Spinning threads of love with a golden loom
Searching the young night for angels in -
the sky , whistling a familiar tune with nothing
to do* ...
Copyright November 19 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2017 · 304
Rico , Georgia ..
Home of afternoon coppered timberland
Dancing wire grass and shimmering tin
Egrets in the house of deep blue sunsets
Dove songs riding winter winds* ...
Copyright November 19 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Will the 'Ghost of Melancholia' continue to ploy
and annoy , will my dossier lie unopened like
a windless sail upon a lifeless ocean* ..
Copyright November 17 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
I'm making faces at my own reflection
Eating toll house cookies , acting
like a monster on brittle knees ,
watching Nickelodeon for the first time
in years , turning sugar cookies into
Christmas trees ..
Watching every leaf spiral , then slowly
light upon the ground , taking in the
outside world with the eyes and ears of a child* ..
Copyright November 16 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2017 · 197
Just a thought ..
When a poet or poetess loses his or her sentimentality -
they are finished* ...
Copyright November 16 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2017 · 246
The Curio Cabinet ...
Seashells from Florida
Handmade porcelain bells
Vintage encyclopedias , trinkets ,
ceramic decanters and old mail
The cabinet witnessed Hell , but -
inanimate objects hold their secrets well* ..
Copyright November 14 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2017 · 308
My Demonic Depression ...
I wanna explain these voices to the deaf
If I could just stand in the Sea of Tranquility momentarily ,
searching for my minds bread
I should lose contact with everyone for a spell
I should really explore this heaven or hell fairytale
Write a book of poetic gibberish , put it on a pyre ,
tell everyone it's been great then self immolate
Bite a barrel and ride the light forever ,
**** this world with all its restriction ,
find a path to escape this perdition* ...
Randolph L Wilson 11/15/ 2017
Nov 2017 · 297
A Break in the Weather ...
Condensate trickling neath the noontime pines
Tis the very wine of creation
Returning to a famished earth
Soothing the parched , nourishing the ailing -
and the sylvan floor enfeebled
Winter blades cascading from hardwood canopies ,
of every configuration , texture and hue
Madrigalian forest of a thousandfold , songs of cardinal ,
thrasher , bluebird , peckerwood and robin
Hickory , beech and loblolly undulate along -
the carpeted valley in November's artistic implosion
Broomsage under breaths bidding , dancing red tip grasses
and muhly , wild onion and sage in sacred midday communion* ...
Copyright November 15 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
What folly , this masterful deception of a life we lead
Bound to government , religion and money
Following trails built by those before us , tethered
by the chains of 'leaders' , our true potential
regulated by the state ,  a lubricated part of the killing machine ,
a three headed serpent coiling within deception and greed* ..
Copyright November 15 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2017 · 246
The Gas Pipers ...
Morning air quickened our skin
We waited patiently for dawn to -
begin
Built fires with construction debris
Mentally prepared ourselves for what the day -
might bring
We slowly peeled our garments as the
work set in , the song of the gas piper
played again* ..
Copyright November 15 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2017 · 110
Beware of Ned's ...
The only thing I've ever caught at that god forsaken pay lake -
was grass carp , a few turtles and a sun induced headache* ...
Copyright November 14 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved

*** A notorious fishing hole in Central Georgia *******
The Lantern of Jehovah advanced o'er -
the frosted hillside
A million diamond blades of -
grass sprang to life
Brume filled the creek valley
For a moment I went from skeptic -
to ardent believer , enemy to ally
Ravens retreated from their nighttime -
post , the new morn filled with the -
autumnal ghost
Whispers of November grew clearer
I panned a crown of deep blue -
with overwhelming greed
Worshipping the newborn earth with great -
urgency and need* ..
Copyright November 14 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2017 · 154
Tom Petty ...
The Heavenly Choir put a call in for a 'rebellious baritone' ...
Copyright November 14 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2017 · 102
Untitled
I've such pronounced sadness -
during the holidays
I pray the winter season-
will quickly fade away* ....
Copyright November 14 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2017 · 113
Me ..
I've been labeled a freak , a hippy an a
"hayseed"
A guitar picker , a second hand musician , a free
spirit in torn blue jeans
Neurotic , dangerous even stoic
A 'stoner' , a drug fueled guinea pig ,
a soldier and a poet  
A 'touched' brother and family member
Father , grandfather , anxious , lost , -
melancholy , ****** up an destined to be unremarkably
remembered
I've worn suits , coveralls , overalls -
uniforms and battle scars
Attended a hardline baptist church , ridiculed religious
organization , studied buddhism plus
everything in between in pursuit of -
my famished spirit
Temporarily snared in wrinkled flesh
Always wondering what lies next*....
November 14 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2017 · 112
Siblings ..
Good evening Sir Brown Bat ..
Brother , I'm in tune with your flight -
path
Like a whirling dervish unsure -
where to be
Going in circles from tree to tree
Shunned by your peers
Awkward in the light
On a desperate search for -
sustenance
Night after night* ..
Copyright November 14 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2017 · 249
Old Trails ...
Gravel roads suffer when they're paved
The character of a dirt byway is violently stripped away
A slow drive cutting through the brush with songbirds
to either side , a few precious moments with the woodland
fauna on a scenic ride
Old roads in Hill Country are becoming a thing of the past
Tis a shame that these old trails won't last* ...
Copyright November 14 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2017 · 129
Sourwood Winter ...
A bluebird's in the sourwood
The clouds are burning fast
When a bluebird's in the sourwood
The snow will surely pass* ...
Copyright November 11 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2017 · 190
Untitled
Gray day rooster
Alert and noble
Perched on a chestnut
Calling his flock to order ...

                                                            ­                                                       Ramblin' ole mule , braying in -
the briars
Grazing in the smoke of the -
new morning fire ...

Curious Mister Billy , tromping through the fodder
His cowbell echoes in the dew kissed holler* ...
Copyright November 10 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2017 · 92
Old Friend ...
Hello farm bell
A little past your prime
A bit of rust around the edges
Once a beloved , necessary
tool of the ploughland
Now buried in the ravages of -
neglect and time
You still stand tall however , rain or shine ,
collecting snow in January , sweltering
in July
Your tolling brought a family together
Alerted a determined farmer of -
approaching stormy weather
Provided a backdrop for -
many a family photo
You hold a special place in my heart
I just wanted you to know* ...
Copyright November 12 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2017 · 188
A Thought Tonight ...
Picking a row o' peppers taught me not to rub your eyes
Picking my own switch taught me not to lie
Planting corn by hand taught diligence and volition
Papa's razor strap instilled the wages of a poor-
decision* ...
Copyright November 9 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2017 · 143
Country Hamlet , U.S.A.
This town wreaks of loneliness
Chipped paint and boarded brick shells
A water tower in need of repair , the bewitching
chime of the ten o'clock courthouse bells
The tapping of tin on former antebellum mansions
The lonely wail of city hounds
The sound of jet planes high above
a forgotten , country town* ...
Copyright November 9 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2017 · 141
The Tennessee Wind ....
Welcome to the beginning of electric blanket weather
When crows nervously stand watch as the -
chickadees frantically sing , old fellas -
rock an ponder what the Tennessee air might -
bring
As the vanes aim for Florida heavy air begins to fill the night , cold enough to question a mans honor , oaks relinquish the last of their cover
Wind fueled vortices , frigid aggression
Chimney smoke shapes the horizon in -
every direction* ...
Copyright November 9 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2017 · 118
Sweet Carolina
I'd love to visit Charleston someday
She's forever on my mind
I'd tour her like a Hershey bar on the front -
porch
One little square at a time ...
Copyright November 9 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2017 · 175
On Pulp Wooder's Road ..
Mica begins to shimmer along the red clay byway
Songbirds beseech portals of morning sunlight that criss -cross the scrub valley
The sawyers tally spray painted in orange , fumes of diesel carried by the angry winds of March , yellow mechanical monsters that continually feed , how many trees will fulfill the pulp wooder's needs* ..
Copyright November 9 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2017 · 116
Sunday Dessert ...
The Pastor preaching against indulgence
doth squeal and whine
For his lips have yet to meet a -
Key Lime pie ...
Copyright November 8 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2017 · 437
Location ..
Sometimes in the struggle for-
inspiration I'll travel to
a secret lakeside location
Viewing the freshwater drink ,
a place to think , knowing that my whereabouts
are mired in constant change , for living beauty is cursed
with never appearing the same
Calm water reflections bound for the creek
Never to be seen
Perpetual motion , seeking the river with
thoughts of the ocean
Kinetic nature , uneasy me
Forever occupied with changing scenes* ...
Copyright November 8 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2017 · 388
Credit ...
When men receive the taste of money -
they are forever stained
For gold is a wind fueled fire -
in the dog days
A ravenous stray bound in -
silver chains
A parched riverbed in the February rains* ..
Copyright November 8 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
A willow tree filled with switches
The primary tool for a son -of- a
*****
Blue lake water lent her reflection
A neighboring persimmon tree to -
relieve hunger , a hayfield for -
needed redemption
A dying barn for blocking madness
A guitar to quell the sadness* ...
Copyright October 8 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2017 · 158
Chattahoochee Winter ...
The song of the Nor'easter captivates this southern boy , quite happy among 'the snowflakes'
Chipping reminders on a frozen -
catfish pond
Just like love , here then gone ....
Copyright November 8 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2017 · 202
In The End ...
Will light remain intolerable -
one minute into physical death
Will the numen's that preside
o'er the living pass away , will the uncertainty
of black memories that shroud
the day abandon me , will the pang of death be
fleeting , will I possess the power of art in some starlit medium* ....
Copyright November 8 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2017 · 206
!!!!!!!
If the 'Good Lord' knows everything then Heavens
occupants must be few and far between ...
Copyright October 6 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2017 · 142
The Sempiternal Tenet ..
Be not concerned regarding -
the future of your loved ones
For every whisper of wind and grain -
of sand has its purpose , each drop of -
rain enroute to a kindred ocean ...  

Bluebirds are connected with the placid mill pond , the thrashers are at peace with sparrow songs
Our days trapped in flesh shall cease
The day will come when we are called to the light , high
above the morning sycamores , the maples and the evergreens ,
highly charged with every hope , wish and dream
Entwined in eternal astral schemes
Copyright November 6 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2017 · 191
The Tall Oaks ...
Tall oaks implore us to reach for the sky
To bathe 'neath the moon on starry nights
To ponder life in magical arbors
To sue for peace within the midnight forest* ...
Copyright November 5 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2017 · 351
The Speed Trap ....
Grantville Police "patrol" a piece of interstate
They hunt like Lions , lie in wait
Zebra Chevys and Ford Wildebeest  
Night and day they gorge and feast ...
Copyright November 4 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved

I-85 South .. Coweta County , Georgia ..
Nov 2017 · 136
Morning Miracle ...
I forfeit my troubled mind -
before brown pelicans skimming the -
sea
In the name of sand pipers that toil along a white sugar
beach
To ships on the horizon
To miraculous tranquil blue ocean surrounding -
thoughts bitter island* .....
Copyright November 2 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Nov 2017 · 162
Early Morning Gulf ..
The days inaugural sunshine signals the young ocean
to enchant the dreamer , to touch the
romantic with tales of Atlantis , with tales of wailing mermaid's and sea monsters , with stories of weathered sailors on clippers riding diamond waters* ....
Copyright November 1 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
###### 2nd day of vacation in Florida #####
Oct 2017 · 295
The Fire ...
Embers dance among the stars
Eyes grow heavy
Love is ready -
to meld with hot cocoa -
and marshmallows ,
with moonshine and shadow* ...
Copyright October 26 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson *All Rights Reserved
Oct 2017 · 188
Atlanta After Dark ...
Night is a grand repository
Where the sheltered temporarily-
leave their hideouts , where the oppressed
find solace , where the voiceless shout
out loud  
A place where the beleaguered
hold their ground , where revolutionaries
demand justice , where the homeless quietly
forage
Where the insane are neglected , where
the elderly are unprotected
Where Americas repetitive urban warfare
proceeds , where blood pools on darkened
streets* ...
Copyright October 25 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
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