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Stand beside the gulf waters facing the west as our daystar -
displays its twilight address
Bear witness to the first glimmer of sunshine as the maelstrom of -
March thunderstorms are fading , as rainbows begin their parade
Walk hill country terraces as the morning fog lifts ,
tis a woman's brushstroke indeed interpreting Heaven itself* ..
Copyright December 1 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Sto juxta linguam nostram in aquis posita solem occidentem Luciferum -
Oetaeos ostendit crepusculum inscriptio
Testimonium redderet aliquando venit lumen separatum a luce prima in maelstrom -
March evacuatur tonitribus sunt, incipiat sicut irides agnitio vultus eorum
Nebula matutina ambulare montana cenacula et allevat,
ipsa est mulier, haud scio brushstroke caelum quidem interpretandi ..


Stand à côté des eaux du Golfe face à l'ouest comme notre daystar -
affiche son adresse crépusculaire
Témoin de la première lueur du soleil comme le maelström de -
Les orages de mars s'évanouissent, alors que les arcs-en-ciel commencent leur défilé
Promenez-vous sur les terrasses des collines pendant que le brouillard du matin se lève,
C'est le coup de pinceau d'une femme qui interprète le paradis lui-même.


Párate junto a las aguas del golfo que miran hacia el oeste como nuestra estrella del día -
muestra su dirección crepuscular
Sea testigo del primer resplandor del sol como el torbellino de ...
Las tormentas de marzo se desvanecen cuando los arco iris comienzan su desfile
Pasee por las terrazas de las colinas mientras se levanta la niebla de la mañana,
Esta es la pincelada de una mujer que interpreta el paraíso en sí.


Stell dich neben den Golf, der nach Westen schaut, als unser Star des Tages -
Zeigt seine Dämmerungsrichtung an
Erleben Sie das erste Leuchten der Sonne als Wirbelsturm ...
Die Märzstürme verblassen, wenn die Regenbogen ihre Parade beginnen
Schlendern Sie durch die Terrassen der Hügel, während der Morgennebel aufsteigt,
Das ist der Pinselstrich einer Frau, die das Paradies selbst interpretiert.
you can only
imagine my kiss,

i am a mirage,
the glossy night
blown into
stars,

i am a phantasm
in the autumn frost,

layered like
the night’s soft
cloud,
a stream of
golden leaves
crisp in the quiet
air,

i drown in the
water of the stars

i faint, a ghostly
apparition
you can
hardly
sense in
the dream-like
surrender of
our love,
arousing our
limbs,
kisses like
the flowers of time.
Lady Hill wears a dress woven of lichen and grasses
Waving glad with limbs of wind-blown trees to each who passes,
Grandfather Valley returns your greeting with echoed call
While with ancient sloping arms he reaches, embracing all,
Your brother, the rolling Plain, his hair wet with morning dew
Reclines amidst the rabbit-holes, promising something new,
Friend River surges laughing at tadpoles, their comic style
One of countless wild jokes which live, breathe, and dance without guile,
Tribes of toads together take up the chant they all know well
While fam’lies of crickets sing of secrets they have to tell,
And Old Mountain’s granite grimace becomes a sort of smile
As the clouds that crown him blush, bright King Sol setting meanwhile,
When all these wonders you are promised, and even more shown,
How canst thou, O weary traveler, ever feel alone?
Taken by the quirks
Accentuating the uniqueness
Glanced over
In favour of common features
Rather you look like yourself
Then be someone else's idea of beautiful

Nose wiggling while you talk
Freckles some may be fickle about
Colour palettes for eyes painting pictures
Seductive accent with a sultry tone
A cackle that'll crackle
Brilliant mind all your own

Altering preconceived notions
If allowed access
To those you do
Relentless affection
Be remiss not to mention
These are merely a few fascinations

By Axton Rupp
Have you heard the black 'n tans -
howling by the December moonlight
Have you shot mistletoe down -
from high atop an oak tree
Gathered pecans on a frosty -
morning , toted well water -
in the heat of summer , led cattle
to their winter quarters
Have you picked blackberries and wild plums -
all day from the side of a gravel road
Have you ambled long distances through -
piedmont forest to get to a little country store
Did you ever seine minnows an hunt crayfish
in the springtime
Have you tasted concord grapes fresh off the vine* ..
Copyright November 29 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Nov 2017 Tammy M Darby
The Noose
Midnight's embrace
It perpetuates
With reckless abandon
It leaks from the cracks
Of this sick foundation
Then it buries without remorse
Nor recourse
These are the catacombs of intention
Is this the last of the blood jet red
The aftermath
Or the interim?
Sneers of anguish inhabit the spaces between panic ragged breaths.

*©The Noose
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