SO ROUGH ON MYSELF

SO ROUGH ON MYSELF

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

Oh dear it's not so bad

Always tough

I thinks I appears of compare

Enough fallen off

Almost forgot

The end is now

The bottom line

Nowheres

Somewhere

Deep perhaps

And everything

Something

Great perhaps

Indeed rainy

Following true
Every rainbow

sat upon

I used to love it

Oblivion

I let it go
The quest

Obsolete abyss

Inside rainy

I saw the sky 

Is cloudy

I got a new color

To this dream

Draws on my walls everything

It's borne up

In the air

It's thrown up
In the air

In the heart

With hat in hand

Somewhere down

Look at that

Sunflower

It should be looking 

Like this by now 

I had been at loss

Over another place

Stretching out

Be looking onward

One step broken

For you in 

Hanging upon

Ending up

Enduring

Waiting

For the glow

A new day

Refered to

A new taste

In the words

In the seasons

I've become

So backwards

Upside down

So much so

But so very

Seldom anymore

A new bloom grew

On the vine

Off the vine

Included 

Slipping and Sliding and struggling

On my head

Bringing along

Fiddling around

On a song

Gliding

Through the air

Climbing upon

Something heard

Hanging upon 

Ending up

Enduring

Waiting

Imagining

For their eyesight left

Don't wait

In a great piece unclear found

Self taught

By all what I saw

For my soul

Stirring it up

I like the lines

I write much out

Promise is a well enuff

Enduring

Waiting

For the flow

Free on the rails

Included

On my head

Slipping and sliding and struggling/p>

Bringing along

Fiddling around

On a song

Gliding along

Through the air

Climbing upon

Something heard

I fell down 

But I went out fast

Not-so far away from town

Over another color

Here to there

From rethinking

The composition

I know it exactly

What I want back

From the same root

To the same roof

Weeping Willow

Beautiful

Many throughout

That's it

Or is it 

To a well dug

And well by then this water

Oughta be me

Bringing it up 

Bringing along 

In a Spring-like daylight

I'm walking free

My feet feel weary

Gets down to it

The situation is warm welcomes

Do you remember

Don't ride

Passengers

I fell down

I went out faster

By a hopeful 

Passage

Obsolete dreams

Many throughout 

But that's it

Or is it

To a well stones fell

And well then

will it be

What if this be me

Of others

Retracting

Dead-end streets

And at that's so

And at least 

I'm Glad somewhat of mind

My thoughts

I know it exactly

What I want back

I want it showing

like meeting a butterfly going

Unbounded

Unfounded

Misdirected

Unfinished

Misplaced

Unimportant

To let you become

And me be one

At what I do best  

I had it bad enough 

A terrible place 

And at that was wonderful

And at last in line, in mind

how it's done

I done right  

From first light on 

In just one take

In just one shape

Movements daily are

Across to you

Most Autumn pictures

Always

So bright

So neat 

So fine

Learning the less

The top is rolling

Turning 

The sky is 

Burning

Nothing more but

Whether it be 

Or not to be for me

Can you see this is

As good by and by

Follows bad

develops the negatives

Improving the positives

Finding 

Be looking onward 

One step broken

For you

Hanging upon

Ending up

Enduring

Waiting
For the glow

By my own sparkle

Forever green gone

gives life logs

Of Pine trees reflection 

Against something

The tides rise

The turkey is virtue

Plumage fell

I'm on it 

It might make it before it's

Right and good

Held on tight

Don't wait

The bottom line

Why is it great

In a groove

talks to me

In a dot
In a part, a thing

Connecting four

And in the lease parting

Air space longing

Running off

Is something else

Has it left us

At the doors

perception

Remaining clean

At the gentle wings

And all is gone on

To sprinkle 

For sure

I done right so

From first light on

On the lawn

On the floor

On the window clean

On the surface

Standing on

To know at that way

By the positives

Discovering when observing

on the chair singing

Be looking on

One step broken

For you in here

Hanging upon

Ending up

Enduring

Waiting
For the flow

And the darkness stopped flat

Running off

So there goes I it's not fair

To free myself

My feet feel beat

Nowheres

Somewhere

Deep perhaps

And everything

Something

Great perhaps

Indeed rainy

As is yet

Just to let

The start of being became

My mortal heart

Does live in my ears

begot love

Every rainfall I see

The only sound

Bitter and sweet

The last glimpse

Unfounded

Misdirected

Unfinished

Misplaced

Unimportant

Just to let you

And me be alone

Following

Every rainbow

sat upon

I used to love it

Oblivion

I let it go
The quest

Obsolete dreams

Inside rainy

I saw the sky is

Cloudy

I got a new color

To this dream

Draws on my walls

It's borne up

In the air

It's thrown up
In the air

In the heart turns

With hat in hand

Somewhere down

Look at that

Sunflower responds

It should be 

Like this by now

I had been at loss

Over another place

Stretching out

Be looking on at glass
One step broken

For you in

Hanging upon

Ending up

Enduring
Waiting

For the glow

A new day is

Refered to say

A new taste

In the words

In the seasons

I've become

So backwards

Upside down

So much so

But so very rough

On my self

Seldom anymore

A new bloom grew

On the vine

Off the vine

Included

On my head

Slipping and sliding and

Bringing along

Fiddling around

On a song

Gliding along
Through the air

Climbing upon

Something heard

Hanging upon

Ending up

Enduring

Waiting

Imagining

For their eyesight

Don't wait

For a great piece unclear

Self taught

By all what I saw

© 2021 Robert Robbie Lord Dudley


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Added on January 28, 2015
Last Updated on April 13, 2021

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Robert Robbie Lord Dudley
Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

Riverside, NJ



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