On The Most Exceptional TurtleA Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudleyi was sitting on a curb and, was feeling, in a slump in (almost) a-funk got drunk i can't take it, wasn't hiding inside
and i don't, to my wide heart surprise, there-in, A apple toss'd open and core around runs acrossi gazed on the most exceptional turtle, jumping, a hurdle
included, rivers. floated, escaping, incredible, generous to us began letters sent; urgent ! it can happen and time does fly Oh, how, i need, too, for a new adventure ocean hours flys so, i drop in, and, next it goes to home unraveling onto traveling out in between the lines, waywards the practice of photos and formatsin dark matters in a full stop, for something other outta the ear in the headglows red all that rhymes in my ways at first symbolic array of a rose, returning while you're roaming this sameness, endlessly blooms A breath that's bending firmWhether or not it lastly spells not a thing gone, of new spirit dwells in it, that's weird, Will this real humbles me, do have magic has it gather'd thorns torn up; or larks abouts that first wave thru at tides high, this sameness, endlessly soothes A breath, that's bending firmly
indeed, faded story done, i got, a clue, a guess, a hint, everything continues amiss confused and I'm dreaming of nightinggalesand, it can help me, carry on, another inner expansion by & by stands or from bigger, greater winds slips thru and, Oh, saying, yours, welcomes shaded glory in a hole and, offers up, to a deep pond unquiet, Oh, go do
A grasp, a twist to this view enabling new soul, wow! weeps now me, to unhold within your thick shell found here?, may in my white helmet you'll dwell We're so special i's to wonders feels undone great words of a wanderer into space gladly Along-sides ones own slow time reaches spotted a roller-blade, well worn, let's see at bottom's side streets, mornings and rivers floated, escaping, together, apartstarts states of mind and in brief, put on your headlampsand let's go, to venture out and, over, against the darkness learns deserves haunts by yonder leapsimproves, i choose to be, my love as light as a little breeze and, to render, Oh, tender, we're here between stones and sleeps, waits on top in wooden tins of disposition And, that's to & form early truly are you a-memory trys it on a soft hat. A daylight, why see it, why say, so why is that sky clearly enclosing it down the road to be sure around, above, some closer, in the distance as-like-so, rose, you, me was once oh, must, you, go ? to another those swims only makes more
lakes, brooks, streams, and, i am glad, happy to be back trys it on a soft hat fast, slow, is that it, are you there, runs alike; most sacred here on walls falls my reaches slow whereat in no time But, all's a-disaster, to some counting holes just Thereof, awhiles up is hanging down fast.Stumbles onto the ground And, decides gones to stay is at tides high, Oh, Grows, Now! Something Clouds kinder thunder to be Whatta you were, still awake still aside Awash'd it's been cool it's sort of an undoomed day do you know what it meansI heard words and angels pass by
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1 Review Added on June 18, 2014 Last Updated on February 17, 2023 AuthorRobert Robbie Lord DudleyRiverside, NJAboutACROSS THE NIGHT'S SHINING ROAD COVERS ME, i'LL READ. Life, Thyme leeds rails rushes a begotten hold only copes oh, poetry a random ray of yellow light shining sky golden drops in fields trickles b.. more..Writing |