Last date

Last date

Johnclarestokes 

Do you find me 

attractive

In my skirt of 

Papyrus? 

Come

I’ve prepared 

for us

A delectable 

Sulphur butterfly 

Afterwards

we can relax and 

watch the orb 

weaver spin

a web

Trust me

I’m not like the 

Others

Photo immersion

 I think I shall never see

I’m no big shot show off when it comes to photography. I prefer to not let anyone know I’m even toting a camera. I loathe going out with my overly big and heavy telephoto, as it’s akin to a fisherman fishing for brim with a marlin rig. 

I got great amusement watching this self absorbed photographer taking every angle possible of this one tree.

My Kentucky long

 Oh Kentucky, when I am lonely and the autumn breezes chill me, in your bluegrass hills I long to be, place of boyhood spills and college thrills, where ever I have roamed, from Florida's sands to West Virginia's mines, always it seems I am drawn, to the Kentucky I once called home.

Chickens

 Tonight thanks to my friend Ray Carpenter we added six one year old hens to our flock. We have them in the side pen for now. Will have to make a roost and nest boxes. Also, Ray said we would have his goldfish and koi. 

My sister and I went to vote today. Trump of course. I also finally got my photos from the Gallery for the art show. 

Sammy’s boys

 

Dead heads

 Dead Heads

Upon the walls of the dead

They scrawl in their sin

Seeking the Grateful Head

No world for old men

The fat they stare back

In the slaughter stalls

In one morbid whack

The fatted calf falls

Who are these bastards

Depraved Roman ones

Void of the redeeming Word

My son, your son, we shun.

Jumpy at 69

Jumpy at fifty

It’s been fifty plus years since

this white boy dribbled up

The Red Devil court

Breaking again the press

passing off to Kenneth

or Calvin or Penny

never winning many 

He still wears the 

Mr Basketball award

from graduation ‘73

passes at the top of the key

long before it counted three. 

Soni

 Soni Fine

Why do artists 

Remain for so

Short a time?

Leaving before

The tapestry has

Faded in the sun

Long before the

Colors glow in

The shade

The jurors 

Judge the work

Unframed never

To hang

 Now all is

But a bright 

Memory 

before

time

Fades it away.

Farewell

Soni Fine.

I'm told she pass 'd away Tuesday in October of 2015

Klein time

 Klein Time

John Clare Stokes

Today I heard a knocking

It was at the degree

Of sixty

I knew he'd be coming

Burning day light, you see.

Upon the red Klein

Huret set to zero

A century I expect this time 

Toward Moniac we go.

Resting at the East Tower  

Huret at twenty five

Over the bars i cower 

Seventy-five more I cry!

Sand and pines 

Sand and pines

Will it ever end

Red Klein way ahead

Squares I spin.

Parched in a mirage 

Moniac and the end

There sits ole Rog

Offering me a fig newton.

To Roger Kosch Sessler

March 22, 1932

October 22, 2011

To 1981

 Back to Eighty one

John Clare Stokes

Take me back to October of eighty one

When we were free from all the devices

just sitting and talking as the day passes

fish frying with hush puppies soon done. 

Luther R Stokes Evangelistic Association 

1981 Annual outing

Crawfordville, Florida

Yield

 Yield

John Clare Stokes

You entered my intersection

From the left of me

Somewhere in my past

Mr John's taught me

I was to yield to you

I've spent a lifetime trying

To obey Mr John's

Today I let you cut me off

speed  

On through

I would have let you.

Eagle

 Sitting watching for jets to hit the moon, i had the camera in my lap when suddenly an eagle flew into the moon and over my head. And i missed it! I rarely see an eagle. It would have been the shot. There were few jets as well.