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I pause at the marriage of boulder and river .. Along brimming , turquoise pools where I find my loves reflection ..
River Birches that yearn for their freedom ..The cool recompense of shaded ferns which uniformly line her red clay escarpments ....
Cobalt blue wildflowers ..The cover and color of my dreams paint both shores seemingly forever .. Red , black and green dragonflies patrol the riverbank trails , Pileated woodpeckers and Cardinals exchange their
riparian oaths before Orioles and cooing Doves ..
Cicadas rhythmically repeat whimsical , ancient melodies .. The songs of Utopia charge the abundant sights and smells before me ...
Copyright March 1 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
strained and molded midnight brain
encounter unknown cell tower overwatch
spill water catch twenty two revolver tribute
merganser interceptor ravenous soul sport
epic fail condominium
Brick island overlook star gazer Kansas revolt
lear jet appetite ebony sincere lambasted trivial
revolution
correspondent irregular depth californian intrinsic
substitution despondent calibrated ocean going
counter measure
Copyright February 6 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
At the reluctant transition of the daystar
Where lantern flies tote the account of murk admitting through Oak quarter
The colored palette of Dusk swallowed by the curve of the Earth
Umber tree line , audial aberrations , the fervor of burgeoning , multitudinous songs before ebony companion Venus
Dove coo , Katydid trill , Mosquito hum trios
Bobwhite Quail give thanks to the dying day , as
reverberating odes do carry from blackened palmettos* ...
Copyright August 20 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Being misunderstood is most complimentary
and quite uplifting*  .....
Copyright August 5 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Country boy you haven't lived till you see the lights on Peachtree Street..
I could say the same thing about the fireflies on a July evening ,
The Buckhead nights on the north side of Atlanta ,
The solitude with your maker on the Chattahoochee River ..
A baseball game at Turner Field on a May afternoon ,
a flock of Wild turkey's against the setting Sun in June ..
Piedmont Park and the Botanical Garden ,
Wood Ducks feeding on a quiet , country pond in late August ..
People watching at a outdoor cafe in Midtown ,
Meditating amongst the Tall Pines with no one around ..
The High Museum and the Downtown nights ,
The morning call of Crows with the first glimmer of sunlight ..
Copyright January 21 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
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
I recall moments of heightened creativity and awareness .. Offering prayer before works of art and music , followed by periods of robust obscurity and contempt ..
Copyright December 9 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Red brick silos reach high into my 'Grandfathers' cloudy , blue eyes ..
Forever watchful over his devoted pupils and the fruition of diligent farm labor day and night ..
Copyright March 22 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Invisible current whispering , tapping me on the shoulder then screaming , Oya's dominating the dawn in her fiery gown
Windows thumping , porch chairs bumping ,
thunder rumbling , tall pines touching , cattle running
Water Oaks were shedding , horizontal wind chimes were flailing
Sheets of white lightning flashing , needles flying onto cars ,  junk from trash cans flying over well houses , pole barns and pickup trucks  
The stormfront is passing , Mother Natures heaving breath is taxing , I'm off to bed part two , cracking the window to hear the sprinkles , adding a blanket , snuggling with a pillow , bits of rain tapping hypnotically , back to sweet
Wednesday morning unconsciousness* ....
Copyright February 15 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
I open my blinds for a bit o' moonshine ..
If a 'Peeping Tom' meanders through
our bushes sneaking a peek at night ,
his criminal eyes could quite possibly lock on to
a fifty three year old , portly , farmer tanned
Old Buck wearing absolutely nothing , holding
his favorite coffee cup ..
My case study in Criminology .. ****** Prevention 101 ..
Copyright April 12 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
The conveyance of the mind , carrying you to the previously unknown ..
To the seas of Europa , the mountains of Mars ..
Open your eyes to the wonders of creation , release the moorings of your imagination...Nature provides the vehicle to attain the light , freedom to escape the limits of our physical being , cross conventional parameters and expectations minus fear nor hesitation ..Disregard ancient rituals , seek the teachings of every religion ..
Take a powerful work of art , free your mind as if opening a well remembered door ...
Transform music into pulses of light , telegraph our universal neighbors throughout the night ..
Let your personal reflection relay the image of great peace and meditative bliss .. Retain , relay these gifts through song and poetry without end* ...
Copyright December 12 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
We tread lands of promise and barren miscalculation ,
relishing the storied trees from whence we first appeared
Fostering hope 'neath the blue soul windows , tokens of
wind dancers that survey green meadows , payments rendered in song for sunny day memories and nervous nighttime sullen misery                                                          Purveyors of grandiose technicolor morns , rewriting beauties definition every second , challenging the impossible with bold determination , forever seeking answers from a storybook afternoon panorama* ....
Copyright June 14 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Swallows in haste , -escaping pang of Arctic breeze whilst annual
corporeal interceptor , mutating ,culling herd  ,broken little wing , terminal ,  frozen to ground ,monument to the merciless violence of the natural order ............
Copyright September 12 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
On the day I pass I believe I'll stop by -
Orly Terrace to tell my friends goodbye
Check on love notes carved in Pine trees -
and hunt for 'crawdads' one last time at my
favorite creek , walk the side roads like they
were dirt again , chase the ice cream man
down the road just one more time , feet flying , half dollar in hand* ....
Copyright September 27 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Brown cinnamon glow ,                                                                ­                
our hillside boisterous doe , telegraphs her moves by-
the early , jovial winter moon ..
Down tractor road , beside-
Zachary Creek , blend into the shadow ,
alert , curious and meek ..
Our favored evening dame
Slender and sleek
Strike a pose milady ..
Stoic and sweet ...
Copyright December 2 , 2023 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
The harried life of truck driver ..
An eye witness account of kinetic America
Of supercell thunderstorms , Winter blizzards
The lonely byways of Texas , Oklahoma
Blue ridge mountains of Kentucky and West Virginia
Cornfields of Ohio , Shores of North Carolina ,
the turnpikes of Florida and Pennsylvania ...
To roadside eateries , bob-tailing at six a.m. ..
To family gatherings , special occasions minus a hard working
provider in the picture , running hot , enroute to Baton Rouge and
all points west , trying to make a decent living ...
Copyright April 1 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Walked into Red Lobster
for a bite , took a bench waiting
for a friend
Turned to the right and came face to face
with my kindred spirit , it's only form
of self defense rendered useless with blue
strapping , waiting on someone fortunate
enough to spend thirty dollars on lunch
In the name of the bourgeois I chose
a Caesar Salad and water for brunch* ...
July28 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Fly high aerial sailors , imploring the news of Spring b'side
morning flowers and grassy knolls , windamere mornings across the diamond studded snapping shoals , from the knothole of a hardwood tree , from a schooner in brilliant blue seas , from the golden edge of a garden periphery , from the starlit bridge across all eternity*
Busy bluebird perched on my farm bell
Sing of stories only you can tell
Sunny days along seedling pastures
Tales of love and pure rapture
...
Copyright March 16 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
The hardened performers tapped time with hammer & rod
They felled trees , greased tremendous machines ,
hand dug ditches , turned wrenches ,
Diesel-fired , rumbling leviathans in alliance with -
pipe laden silver work stallions
The dance of man and his creations
Iron , steel , copper and concrete machinations
Repetitive , coordinated , chisel driven gruff melodies ..
The whine of the hitch , the howl of the winch ,
Rubber crushing gravel as the dance slowly traveled ...
Copyright December 22 , 2022 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
My little Georgia place
Where sun & pine embrace ..
Where the windblown grass borders-
lakes of pure glass ..
Where the morning dew emboldens-
the sylvan view ..
Home of the Wilson's , the Carlisle's-
and the Kuhn's ..
Home of magenta skylines & harvest-
moons ..
Where tacit cattle work summer fields..
Where piedmont farmers toil for their yield ..
Copyright February 14 , 2024 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
You made a callous man revisit 70's love songs -
& thumb through books on flowers
I keep a play in my head where we ride off-
as one into the ochre horizon ..
I tender every breeze the gulf may bring
I commit to loving memory each melody the-
gulls will sing ...
Copyright December 1 , 2021 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Today warblers race with yellow butterflies
Shiny Pin Oak leaves reflect skyward , puffy -
clouds shaped like a dragon , an Indian Chief ,
a diving dolphin , songbirds in melodious -
conversation , Fall puffs of air bring the smell -
of barbecue and burning leaves , Apple Cider -
memories and nut laden Pecan Trees
Where clothes are still hung out to dry , where old -
movies still make the ladies cry , where men are -
'occupied with their occupation' , where farmers are -
in tune with their beloved nation* ..
Copyright October 1 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Fecund , Sun drenched coppice , Marsh Hawk pursuing eyes , mid-afternoon iridescent Dragonflies , half turn of the ever evolving earthly -panel , a fragile , cobalt soap bubble teetering from parasitic occupation
Felled timberland bridges , Warbler performers , days of pungent Pine -and Water Oak umbrellas
Persuasive vapors commanding the senses from every direction , spun in -the pastureland , seeking the fall of the stratospheric canopy , poetic tales -of the inverted world
Copyright May 12 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
I happened upon a quart of oil in the cereal aisle
Chocolate chip cookies with the paper towels
The reflection of Randolph on a mirrored ceiling -
in a packed Super Market at the five o'clock hour* ...
Copyright June 20 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Something in the house is walking up
behind me , an appliance feinting footsteps ,
a ceiling fan quickening skin , something
tumbling in the wind , another nighttime
without end* ...
Copyright September 29 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Mimosa elders obscure the pink Azalea hillsides , timid Catbirds performing at behest of daybreak , vociferous followers of humid June traipse glistening Canola fields , swirling secrets of country brooks revealed in man-made clearings , Robin mothers boast of endearing Summer
privilege , of  Jasmine , Sugar Pine , Cattail tranquil late morning backdrops with whispering Hill Country breezes* ......
Copyright May 30 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Commanding the 'Crows Nest' in search of submarines on Panama City Beach
Our curiosity in real time demand , blanket oceanside Admiralty
Mariners were towing the ocean yachts into portland that day
Tales of Neptune , ambergris , running *** and rough sail
Riding the easterlies , filling our shell pails                                                        
A prize for gifted imaginations indeed , sand dollars and -
cirrus clouds above the warm turquoise Sea* .....
Copyright July 4 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Spinning for bluegills
on a placid lake
As much amusement as my heart can take
Panning for gills in the windslow'd
wakes
Catching a thrill on a perfectly blue Spring day
Copyright March 3 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
clairvoyant beings in the cattails
lake dancers , gray morn jackets
the breath of God
new day fog
sylvan tinsel &
surface rhythms ....
Copyright February 22 , 2023  by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Counting the individual panes on a window , handles on a night stand and a chest of drawers .. Sixteen points of reference on a light switch , the dial tone is in the key of F major and I prefer to be alone ! Do you know what I'm going through , a play upon words just like I always do , in sequence , order in life to me is all about the timing ..Can you relate to counting your way through the day for the sake of having some form of control or say ? To hold your left elbow with your right hand and check each window for field of vision , recount the screws on the back of the television ?
Copyright September 25 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Yardbirds scrum over rain borne delicacies
Dad overlooks my condition in some cloudy
effigy
Water trickles like musical triangles from soaked Silver maples
Tis medicine for sadness
A breakfast of reason , my morning staple* ...
Copyright January 24 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Rainwater is pooling on Panola Mountain tonight , plants are rooting
atop her granite escarpments , Bucks are foraging across the lowlands ,
a crescent Moon will become visible as the storm moves Eastward ....
Couples will fall in love tomorrow across the lawn , family reunions and carefree children will run and laugh in the park ... Herons forage to the cacophony of bullfrogs , insects , whippoorwills and owls .. Alexander Lake on this night mirrors a million stars , turtle doves will sound the call to morning , turkey hens will echo across her plentiful moors ...
Copyright February 16 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Moss grows unchecked on the
granite surface , cushioning bare feet
like velvet , pine forest obscured with
morning mist , a sun kissed peak , a wetted
valley , a covey of bobwhites , a coopers hawk
Oaks of every shape and size stair step the lone
trail to the top
Her overlook is grandiose
Boot sized ponds and cacti share the precipice
with cottontails and whitetail does
Tall hardwood canopies lie row upon
row , a place of solitude , where earth moves
slow , where creativity grows , where fragrant
summer breezes blow , where secrets are withheld that only the mountain knows* ...
Copyright February 13 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Rainy , whisper white Tuesday ...                                                              ­           Dissonant , rigid , iron metropolis . Via Dolorosa ..
Copyright February 20 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Waiting for the cherubs in a Carolina blue
medium , hoping for wonder in amber
fields of dreams and wishes
Pine myrrh , drying green grass perfume
Chuckling , blue collar Woodpeckers work
neath an afternoon moon
Xanadu -la-ti-dah , warm in a lovers arms
Etherial mystery and beauty with auburn charms* ...
Copyright February 8 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Reflections of Paris this morning , for all the inhabitants of the world , especially those inspired by beautiful works of art and architecture  ! Those fortunate enough to have dined in world class eateries on cuisine prepared by Master Chefs , marveled over the downtown skyline high atop prominent monuments ! Impassioned lovers perusing her avenues , window shopping store fronts , boutiques along famous boulevards ! Senior couples recalling their yesteryears with great joy , frolicking , happy children playing in parklands , feeding songbirds with euphoria and curiosity , strolling walkways along the riverbank at Dusk with great wonderment and personal reflection  
The poet and poetess , musician and thespian , ballet dancer and street performer .. To lovers young and old , the continued hope of gaiety and splendor at every turn !
She is lovely indeed , the Queen of all that is beautiful on this Earth* ..
Copyright November 8 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Safe passage to the young soldier fighting the war ..
Godspeed to a young romantic thats found his true love ..
All due clarity to the poet on that carrier , penciling his diary for a later time ...
Many blessings to the young runaway , may she come to terms with her quandary in life ..
May the geese high above this coach be Angels in disguise ...
I pray that the destination for these occupants will shine glorious light in an otherwise troubled night ....
Copyright January 7 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
The current that flows through every wire of my physical being , atop a wind swept grassy knoll overlooking the desert
Electricity is love , navigating the Milky Way , stars falling upon nighttime sky , signaling devotion , the return to loving arms !
The lightning of March bears the covenant of hope unrequited , charging the very ground beneath her faithful , longing participant
The hours of frosted fields are numbered indeed , billowing steam of passion revealed by the morning light , invited by columbia blue skies ...
Copyright November 8 , 2015  by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
I am privy to sensuous flavor and textures
Layers of aromatic forbidden reserves
Allotted delicate free -will gratuities ,
unchartered lanes , open exploration  
I am breathless with quickened skin , longing ...
I love a good peanut butter and sorghum syrup sandwich !
Copyright March 31, 2016 by Randolph L Wilson *All Rights Reserved
I wonder if ketchup does the same thing to Caviar that it
does to Catfish and home fries* ?
Copyright September 6 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
My taste for elbow macaroni has ne'er returned and will not anytime soon because it was my only source of sustenance one-time during a particularly rough month of June* .....
Copyright October 17 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved

I came pretty close to physical death and wrote some beautiful music ..
Cold , clear water from that hand dug well could break a spell of thirst
faster than a July thundershower , quick as a swamp rabbit running Camp Creek , swift as a Bobcat scurrying to the top of a Sycamore Tree ...
Cool as a November morning , clear as Dad's list of chores , smooth as a
fresh brushed Quarter Horse , as welcoming as the evening view of home ...
Copyright February 17 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
For cold , crystal clear water , **** treats and sage advice
on quite a few hot , humid , June afternoons* ..
Copyright May 5 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
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
***** handprints on the refrigerator door , muddy footprints on the kitchen floor ! Crayons and baby bottles under couch cushions , ***** diapers and grass stains on Sunday dresses and shirts ! My toddlers are grown up with kids of their own , and all the spills and stains are just memories now .. It's funny how the little things are the most precious now , things that were a big deal then now forgotten with time !  I can still hear them running up the stairs screaming with their shoes soaked from the rain , an I'd do anything in this world to have them back again !!
Copyright October 1 , 2015 by Randolph Wilson * All Rights Reserved
The smiling moon bobs in an out
of the crackling moonlit trees
Crickets chirping reveille
Farm boys awake to work the crops while
city boys roll over from too many porch shots
Moms kitchen filled with the scent of bacon
and eggs , sawmill gravy , grits and biscuits
Roosters announcing the dawn , howling hounds , idling tractors ,
The clang of hand tools , inquisitive geese chatter on the run , braying mules ,
Whoever said it was quiet on the farm was a **** fool
Copyright March 9 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Boiled peanuts , caviar for us southern gentlemen , cooked all night , lightly salted ! Sold at the side of the road by friendly farmers , thick accented entrepreneurs quick to tell a joke or relay a bit of gossip ! Cool mornings , colorful hardwood leaves and the aroma of these epicurean delights are as familiar as Magnolia blossoms , sorghum syrup and homegrown peaches in the Summertime !
Copyright October 21 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Practical Penelope got up at Dawn to catch a box of  tissues on sale at K-mart to hide her grief at losing another , these men didn't really understand her .
Practical Penelope used paper plates twice , bathed once a week , and walked at night , window shopping , searching for Mister Right , picking up pennies to go in a bank , save up for a spool of thread to **** a sock , and make amends , to father , mother , strangers that scoffed at her for being such a mess , in public even , pushing a cart and picking up papers to write a list , a note about a few lost friends , a diary you might call it , precious thought , neatly folded in a brown paper bag , a reminder for tomorrow for practical Penelope would be on the loose , looking for tin cans and bottles , things that were shiny , walking to work but never finding it , making notes , marking her trail , with gum off the street , wondering , thinking out loud , where are lovers hiding ......
Copyright September 25 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
He refused to sing on Sunday mornings , said it was 'not his occupation . '
When all hell was breaking loose on the news one day the only thing that passed his lips was "Please pass the biscuits .."
When the towers fell that ghastly morning he looked up from the newspaper later that evening and softly said "There's gonna be some trouble ." And on the day he passed five years later my gift for gab left for good as well ...
Copyright March 11 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Have you ever walked the habanero row
Worked in spicy air that wouldn't let go
Run to the henhouse like stormy wind
Sit with the chickens till the burning ends* ..
Copyright September 31 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved

*** Old Farm advice .. There's something in dry chicken manure that quells the burning sensation from peppers ..
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