Little Audrey is lunatic , clutching an album , a photo of her Mother , in Knoxville , excited and free she said !  .Audrey is falling again , without friend or flying high enough , encircled by vultures that portend her future , a downward spiral , catatonia that paralyzed her little wings ! Poor Audrey is gone now , closed doors , back on the spoon , peanut butter in her veins  ,  borealis visions made her cry , to be the apple in Mom or anyones eye !!

Cold , illusory afternoon on a smokey Locust Grove reservoir , a period piece from 1980 , the clap of the johnboat and paddle driven wakes
Bluer , straight shots across open waterways , blond hashish
serenades , remembering the fog that broke illogically just as the Sun dropped away
She posed quite convincingly like good thespians do ,
and passed within a few short Autumn days

A cloudburst blesses the other side of Panola Mountain at two a.m. .  I caught a glimpse of lighting , the clap of thunder shot straight down Highway 155 ..One farmer awarded with life giving water while another
man's hard work slowly dies ..
Storm cooled air should benefit a body in need of rest , Heats prostration knows no boundaries in 'Dog Days' , thoughts travel wild , supplications that lie unanswered in midnight sweat ..

Blue jean hitchhikers , sweet cornrows
Wild Plum groves off Roseberry Road
Knee high grassland , matted trails home
to dusty , dog day Farms* ...

A lover , a mother , a friend
A teacher , a healer of skinned knees ,
stubbed toes and wounded hearts
She was a royal blue ceiling that replaced the -
chalky morn
Tea roses surrounded in thorn
Days filled with laughter under -
the August sun
Her children's muse
I wept alone for Linda when I heard the news* ...

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 !

The breath of the world lifting her environs
to travel , a mother releasing her child to
take it's inaugural steps , dandelion , pine ,
silver maple inner-programmed to dominate the
earth , webbing collected in dying estates , contrails
on the wind as the windmills quicken their pace , this pheromone that programs the day , seasoned air controlling our whims , fledgeling sparrows on precarious limbs* ...

I fashion myself a Raven , soaring among the free falling leaves of October .. Sailing high above their progeny , decorating the world with the medium of gold , red , brown and green blade ..

Knag's , branches shaped like hands and long limbs
Eerie expressions on knee high stumps
A 'Witches Nose' hanging off a Red Oak
A Pumpkin Head glare in the Pine bark
Hoot Owls playing mind games in the -
cool dark
An old Bobcat screaming to the Harvest Moon on a
lark
'Possums with glowing eyes
Sudden breezes on quiet nights
Brown Bats flying around porch lights* ..

In a beautiful brown cardigan clutching each rocker arm , whispering a hymn to herself , smiling as Earths canvas , painted by Persimmon , Sweetgum , Oak in rapid escape before her . First sunlight upon brown blade .. A matriarchs recollections , good will and nurture released just as the leaves before her ...Red for uncompromising , passionate love . Brown for a tender touch . Yellow for honor regardless of duress ! Green for Harvest , family and tending garden .. Well planned rows , tilled , harrowed a year and one day , situated seedlings devoid of ****  , rock or encumbrance followed by Fall harvest . On a Winter day I watched a Maple leaf fall from the canopy , lighting upon her grave , assuring me that love will remain the same , seeking frosted moor , ethereal , soaring , within reach , ready to be called upon ! . Eternal ...

Autumn robins hop spritely in Sycamore trees
With gingerly voices , with musical tributes
just for me
Choruses of carry on , carry softly , carry me back , carry
me home heard in the breeze
Sing blue for love lost , yellow for childhood
summer , crimson for the coming dusk , violet
for the wildflowers that edge hill country thick pine forest
Chre , chree , cha -chreet
Swee , swee , cha -roo
Perform colors of the bounty of spring , of afternoon sunbeams , of boysenberries and roadside streams
Sing polyphonies of winter , snowcapped hedgerows and holiday dreams

Cooper's Hawk soars across the Northern breeze , shadowed against Hill Country's midday Sun , gaining altitude effortlessly ..
I implore , are you of troubled mind ? Preferably alone like me or ascending with great celebrity for all to see ?
Ne'er a more noble raptor did grace and dignify Georgia's cobalt blue skies , with steel countenance , the voice of a Delilah befitting the very Choir's of Heaven ..

Rain and street rejoice
Mist is born
She kisses every window , windshield and
door
Human shadows return to dwell 'neath street
lanterns
The whistle of the constable , the music of the
downspout
Asphalt becomes amber
Paparuda runs throughout the foothills
Ministering the parched
Filling the cistern , the branch and the riverbed
Western winds cool the naked , the sinner ,
the pious and the fabric of the nightwatchman ...

A rainy day brain bursting -
at imaginations spillway ..
For I envisioned antebellum visitors in period
vehicles nodding their approval here -
at the prickly close of day ..
Brown sugar November shrubbery
crackled in the scorn of winter-ways ..
Lead , case hardened steel , black powder-
and the corruption of the dead ..
Widows , orphans and city blocks afire
Put your religion & its army on my shelf
whilst I **** upon the fires of the liars and their wealth ..
Awakened in the midst of a cavalry charge ..
Thunder . Screams , stealth and brutality ..
Death celebrated with fried catfish , potato salad-
and baked beans ..
The laughter of children has replaced the cries of pain..
Chillbain lifted with the onset of warm July rain ..

Postcard countryside
sunlight crowning hedgerows
partly cloudy sky lighting-
poetic fervor , heating imaginations

March quiet cold
Afternoon of scarlet orbs
Trees within trees ,
Red and gold leaves ,
Songbirds appear to welcome me ,
Continual chatter from 'the Creators canopy'
White Pines scrub together
Two lifelong sparrows of a feather*..

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

Blue is the color of Sunday , reflection , invigoration , begat Red , color of Monday , impatient , feverish father of Tuesday , Gold , ambitious , attentive , mother of Wednesday , Green , whimsical , yet studious , sister to Thursday , Violet , passive , contemplative unlike brother Friday , Orange , boisterous , demanding cousin of Saturday , Yellow , uncommitted , and passionate ....

Showers peter then die
Fickle robins return from -
green hedgerows
Hill country skies mellow ,
tinged with ocean blue and -
sun ray yellow
Conifers shed tears of happiness
Dove redress wetted plains with -
songs of joy , Alabama currents -
wail o'er cinnamon grasses , bidding -
hail to sparkling canopies and pristine ,
crystalline ploughland* ....

Religion is superb mortar for strong block walls that separate good from evil intent ..
Common sense is Maple wood for invaluable , strong doorways that open both ways when inceptive recognition has failed ..

When my time comes don't you dare -
bury me beside all the others
I've tip-toed through life trying to be alone
Don't you dare lay me beside their forever 'yakking'
bones

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 !

Nutmeg firma , fractured window abstractions -
of quivering pools , of desire abating thirst
Life giver , abundant wavering ripples finding -
grassy shore , tinseled in gold , copper , bronze -
precious metals , beads of sweat traveling rippled flesh , every -
desperate breath filling life's circuitry till its
conclusive end
Foot trails laced in dandelion , purple wire ,
terra-cotta stone , marble and granite
The birth of monuments riddled o'er the fescue -
expression , Bluebird followers , curt winged
purveyors of decay , August clod bank rows , barbed -
wire orderly plats , distant wavers of unrelenting sun-glow facing -welcome centurion lodges

I recall the evening invocatory call to the will of the 'Almighty' by
a visiting Pastor .. Ladies with fans , gentlemen waving hats .. Thunder
hammering the next county over to the west , streetlights filled with bugs and the occasional brown bat ...
Babes crying out , children becoming restless , his oratory becoming louder with each concurring "Amen' from the crowd ..
Tent ***** swaying ever so gently , the sweat on Dad's forehead and the smile on Granny's face , a stick of gum from Mom to get me through the evening sermon on a humid southern night ..
Tables lined end to end filled with potato salad , fried chicken and baked beans .. Ambrosia , peach pies and cakes .. Sweet tea ...
Evening dinners with gospel quartets and old time bluegrass bands ..
The kids receiving their Vacation Bible school certificates after the congregational feast .. The drive home ..Carried indoors , tucked away in bed with fond memories ..

Do the aliens read the twinkling ,
sunny sea
Do the stingrays fly out of the ocean -
blue just for me
Was the syrup on my flapjacks harvested-
without objection
Can the poor of my country find sustenance -
without protection
The phases of the moon shall never cease
The pain of hunger will soon increase
Malnourished toddlers become disillusioned
adults ...
Organized religions are in fact killer cults ...

I've found that friendships are stones along the wetted path
Some were buried beneath the weight of my unsure
steps as I moved forward
Some became resistant , causing pain
A few proved to be smooth yet treacherous
Even fewer remained stable and trustworthy

The proclivity for midnight mischief --
in canines will ne'er achieve that of mankind* ...

Blue day reflections held in -
the eyes of Appaloosa sentries
Shorebirds marshaling before -
crystalline waterways at the -
prequel of day
The voice of the Atlantic called -
inland
Maritime winds seek their resolution -
with salted determination* ...

Undulating jade , juvenile days
Cold , salty rain
A seventh floor balcony
The gulls , the pelicans , the
sandpipers and me
Precious memory , precocious with crab bucket and flashlight ,
cut squid , open face reel , Panama
Jack mariners hat
Snorkels and sand dollars , shells , frothy
waters
Daughters , saltwater taffy , dolphins ,
mullet , catfish and boogie boards
Early breakers , soul shakers , thundering surf
The release of material worth
Sun melting into the western world
Gulf zephyrs kiss naked flesh ,
softening the man* ...

for hummingbirds dine upon
fragrant vessels as dragonflies
fly haphazardly above
cattle ponds are filled with dancers
upon her surface
spring winds usher in the afternoon sun
leaves are returning to the cool earth
as young couples fall in love
brown hedgerows are filled with young flowers
gardens swell to dark green in summer showers* ...

Bear Creek who did you happen to meet upstream-? A doe with her fawn , stopping by for a morning drink ?  Grandaddy 'possum calling it quits , off to get fifty winks ! My oh my , if your fish could talk ! The things that they see from dawn till dusk ! Garden spiders spinning complicated webs , silver blue Herons standing perfectly still ..Bullfrogs singing at the waters edge , soft shelled turtles rising up for air ! Crayfish bedding in her muddy banks . Butterflies , mud puppies and channel cats ! Goodbye sweet water , flow peacefully home . Through tall Georgia pines , sleepy southern towns ! Sparkle the imagination of all you meet , meandering quietly to the sea !!

To men waiting in groups along a certain city street .. The man praying to be picked for a hard days wages performing manual labor ... When Jehovah marches triumphantly from the East he will inquire of thee from the beginning shouting Hosanna ! Hosanna !

Love first appears as you
window shop the quiet streets of
Hogansville , Georgia with a friend , quite
convinced your on the Avenue Montaigne in Paris , France ...

I defy any musician to write a score more beautiful-
than the laughter of a child ....

All that are encapsulated within this Earth share one commonality ..They are ' becoming '..

The evening stars glow
Because I watch them do so
She says 'our love will never die'
But I have no visible reason to believe why
Faith is a crutch with a hairline crack
Forever is the stuff of romance novels and poetic hacks*...

He loved his Falcons , Hawks and old westerns , hot dogs , Nacho Cheese Doritos and looking after the chickens , Spam sandwiches , pound cake and double cheeseburgers from McDonalds , cold beer and pizza on Fridays . Best friend ever Little Bear . Five long , 135 lbs. of the best dog I've ever had the pleasure of knowing !

Hid beneath the Weeping Willows on dreadfully slow Summer afternoons  . Mockingbird lays beside a forgotten son , recites a tune of love lost in the midday rush .. Mimicked , took a bow , caught the wind and vanished , the guardian Angel I'd come to know left me unprotected and alone ..
I was a soldier of '69 , running through Vietnam with a stick , Hercules at the bend in the creek , afraid to speak for fear of the strap , praying for invisibility while crying myself to sleep , repressing tears at supper to prevent a beating ..
Precious , selfish mockingbird , we meet again tonight , how could you leave a friend to fend for himself like that ?

A penny for the thoughts of a prat ne'er -do-well could easily garner a million dollars from the wishing well !
The riffraffs field of dreams , vividly troubled , hurried minds with selective memories of the upmost variety !                                                                ­                      Collective apparitions rendered due diligence ? Befuddled reasoning with questionable significance !
If a kite high in the sky was their imagination it would lie in the ionosphere invisible to all of us  
Incredible tales of brave armored horsemen , fighting dragons , extraterrestrial warships !                                                                ­    Lunchtime by the mountains of Mars and Venus , catching twenty winks in the Little Dipper ?                                                                ­    Riding on a comet to the Horse Nebula , hopping from rock to rock in the Asteroid Belt ?
Beware of the creative mind with their allegations , tales that could usurp the kingdoms Court Jester !
I've zero tolerance today for fools , little green men , martians and the man on the moon ?
For I've a prior commitment this late afternoon , a spot of tea with an old chum on the plains of Neptune !

Poets are plagiaristic , arrogant *******
Dismissing another's work while purposely or subconsciously stealing it
Praising their fellow artist , secretly wishing
they were burning on a barbecue spit  , holed up
in vicious cliques
Garnering precious ' likes' on HelloPoetry
Writing the same old ***** ...

The only thing I've ever caught at that god forsaken pay lake -
was grass carp , a few turtles and a sun induced headache* ...

Does life teem beneath the ice ?
A hardened facade meant to protect
and hide , to reflect a star gone wild ,
a leviathan bridge to the other side-
as the tadpoles beneath continue to forage for
their lives in relative peaceful devise
Tis a moral dilemma to puncture such a shell
Ironically toying with a newfound civilization ,
inflicting damage , a population in fear of total
destruction just as we've gradually , thoughtlessly                                
pillaged our own , a once plenteous reserve becoming empty
Like Bluejays overtaking the nest of a weaker entity

Be forever watchful for the charlatans , the snake charmers
of certain Baptist denominations ...
The monsters in need of jet airplanes to spread the Gospel of
their convenient , malleable Jesus that scour the Earth ..
They tell of Gods word in privy , ****** the elderly and the afflicted out of every last penny ..
Jeweled Temples built with iniquity , ever reaching for the clouds will find a scarlet termination , an incredible hard fall one day to the cold , unforgiving ground ....

Bo Goodin Reddy was a friend o' mine
Gargled in the morning with turpentine !
Ate catfish and drank moonshine ,
Worked like a mule on the old rail line !
Bo yanked a heifer 'outta Whitewash Creek ,
He could whup a black bear with a hickory switch !
Played five card stud till the cows came home ,
Shot a pine cone off a tree at a hundred yards                                                      Man could grab a rattler before the snake could blink ,    
Bo was more man than a man could think !

High heels clicking down the avenue-, women check their reflection in shop windows ....Men comb their hair in the rear view mirror ....Traffic lights reflect off wet city streets ..Traffic cop directing cars with whistle chirps . Occasional car horn , big rigs releasing air brakes ...Orderly metronomic movement .. The quiet morning migration of human beings moving with a precision .. Suburbia emptied into the big city like clockwork , by subway and bus , truck , automobile ...Shop owners tidy up their piece of America this cool October morning , sweeping sidewalks , yawning , coffee in one hand , feather duster in the other , looking over swollen streets , engine exhaust , steam from manhole covers rising into a partly cloudy morning sky...Autumn in the big city , replays itself throughout Mother Columbia this a.m. !

Cascading , omnipotent life water of Cherokee and Creek ,forged in granite , red clay, confident tributary and commensal partner of damselfly , alligator turtle and heron ..
Mature , altruistic bounty brought unto industrious native people , turbulent tributary of the Piedmont .. Mother of the fertile southern crescent !.......

There are no skies any bluer
Nor truth any truer
Green any greener
Nor cool morn ever cooler
Or new Autumn pasture ever newer .....

A '63 green Plymouth was a wonderful
thing , trips to thrill hill , bee lining to Florida
with music on the AM
Push button transmission , 160 mph on the speedometer ,
immaculate cloth and leather interior , **** and Span tires ,
Growling highway rocket , you were one of a kind* ...

Sing to the hour fastidious , bright Cardinal
Lend thirsted ears a melody infused memory of Live Oak shady afternoons , fresh cut meadows bordering the sun kissed -
homestead approach*..

Good morning birthday girl , it's your special day ..The apple of your Mothers eye , one year older today ..  Blueberry waffles with pancake syrup , chocolate milk and your favorite cartoons ! We'll put on our coats and mittens , then head to town , find a gift for my precious little child !. A tea set or jewelry box with a tiny dancer inside , roller skates , Barbies or a baby doll that cries ..We'll set by the fireplace on this chilly October day with sugar cookies , cinnamon sticks and sassafras tea !