We appeal!

 Heigh Paravel

We appeal to the higher court

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Conceptual

Down the ramp

 Down the ramp

To the ramp for but a brief moment

Recall the day of launching off

All excited at the prospect

Of on the Santa Fe getting lost.

Past JP

 Past John Patrick

Williston

We never quite knew what went on

behind the First Avenue brick facade

We knew that BMW’s went in eventually

to emerge and sit some more on the curb.

When they say

 For when they shall say, Peace and safety; then sudden destruction cometh upon them, as travail upon a woman with child; †; and they shall not escape.

Manger after wind storm

Madison

I Kan

 Kanamit

Were I to come to this messed up world, this I would do. Rid the land of all solar and wind power, replace with nuclear, coal and natural gas. Remove all dams and restore the rivers. Place all criminal politicians past and present in labor camps. Restore the constitutional republic. Replace all dominion and such voting machines with fool proof paper ballots. Seize all big pharm executives down to local level assets. Void all mandates. Void all executive orders. Remove all regulations against small business. Ban the FDA, EPA and about all three letter government Stalinist departments that tell farmers what to grow, what to kill, what to teach, what bathroom to use and on and on.

And no, it’s not a cook book. It’s the Bible read again in  the churches not strapped with an IRS. Another one of those three letter monsters gone.

Pathway home

 Pathway home

Johnclarestokes 

Day into day

Night into night

We wait for a sign

Perhaps today the sojourn

Perhaps today the arrival

A word from afar

A hope quite close

Are all the paths destroyed

Do all the watchmen sleep

Cold grows the land

Quiet goes the man

Florida Trail

Little Shoals tract

Suwannee

Nothing but net

 Nothing but net

Johnclarestokes 

it was an icy January...when the Angel came in spite...it was not good to part...leaving the ball in mid flight...but he said, it is time...who makes the last shot...you will soon find...is soon forgot...now lay you down.....the ice will soon thaw....with a swishing sound...in the fields of basketball.

To the memory of Pistol Pete Maravich 

Jan 5,1988

Trick sun

 Sun and Moon collusion 

Johnclarestokes 

The sun would rise and play tricks

upon us making one think he is the moon

and every time I’d say, way too soon

to rise in the fog so thick.

And eventually the clouds would reveal

the ruse, and the sun would glare

while at this faux moon I’d stare

Oh, every time the blind fool I’d feel!

Rockin

 Rockin' with Geezus on the 'trot....knittin' booties a baby's comin'....dippin' tops a missin' the pot...hesh now don't go a meddlin'....

A friend

 I waited for my familiar friend

For today I said, to you I shall be kind

So good my friend behind a cloud hid

In order that I’d not go blind.

Wheresoever

 Wheresoever he roamed

John Clare Stokes

Wheresoever he roamed

He was never alone

Pausing often upon trails

And He would tell

Of what lay beyond

And from what we'd come

Wanting to run on

Or turn back winsome 

He'd whisper gently

Abide right here with me.

Trail along Suwannee

With two in tree

True Blue

Someday you will

Mysteriously cheer for Kentucky 

And love the color

Royal blue

Extremely 

They will try and sway your mind

Not recalling the far gone time

The love was bestowed to you

From ole papa passed

Watching proudly from

The heavenly bluegrass.