Over matter embraced hot summer mirrorA Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudleyover matter embraced hot summer mirror subjected, chased around all over us just goO' themselves and the last wish was this in care of at havin' ye I love theeblank pages yellow lines burnin' out inNew warmth will verses shudder thence comes dawn could cold departto think about roses have withered away for it's fine hard airs is driven outta signs O' revolutions under the ground all free and it was everything the right times knocked so loud up against the walls anyways instantly what's lost will be remade looking around here good to me but not today by the devines works those few pushes a-rowin poems revisited shall run O' quick like one turnat breadth search alone finds it all sets there-on the tide's end longing streets fluttering in the ears at my side progressive brung in fits & hid wings gleaming, flappingcrystals reflected moonbeams the front calm Spring is up what kind of sunshine fallsfrom nothing but down first saws mows, mows, mows turning overflows all's waiting and findingus both guessing outta most our freedom clearfor nights explored you looked outta from waters muddy mats underground is almost misunderstood way down deepin your intent here that began again everything is thus soflight impulses so should fall all belongs as it is unspoke unsaid before only over lips playfully as sealsa lonely soul's night took notice watches the sea wonderfully wobbly nowwe're going outside bringing me in a kinda blast here's too loosea known sound so basic it hurts it floats spins at loss forgets while space here and there is found deserves a new rosetold me crazy shoes stumping out time the zooming racesoverall across letters feels nice shows Conversesseal'd of canvas this one's important sent to places forgotten done by us roamin' in the wrong steps up-on bricks just betweenseeks outta faith high hopes prayers in the dreams am I cards decides describes the nightsplinters in strange points encyclopediassituations from beyond gets me one step backwards and by anybody elses distances glimpses others waters sublime built in the pressesfor your every little quiet noises pulls the beautiful feather from the jars storesparts of an arrow drove in-throughout sweet joys clouds coming downdrop by drop thoughts box'd O' themselves some issues very shortly appears yourself methinks myself and I jumping the streams as one person home the time is gone O' isolation time-out room is learning wanting inwards back in the rolling red doors of rain Watching Autumn calling came like being really, really sad and nearly dead things in trees as a fragile world of twigs sunshine climbing up compelled to views for what is the mighty rooftop O' Wintery sweeps away skies what do you do after you get up from it saying so everyday's the same good old flaw haunts await for over the top O' drumming moon beats of deep ghosts past wisdom causes early changes that turns my absent mind back to bed instead happy sunshine I'm floored by you so why not know it's carried unto many windows half shut uncovered books goes forth and scopes on great escapes off the inside of pictures seeing the high wireless endlessly landing in the breezy silence we will still be alright although emptied ye ole, ole spirits repines again over a hidden book are you a hollow empty inhabitant if soO' put out moreso of late O' lets go over its colors so far around in at least an hour alone and methinks on that finally the situation's core is rolling faster mine could find yours is here-to heavy mud which clung on afterwards in the eyes outta water glowing there words on dawns flung back open turns real slow what's true why? real indeed must needs burns without youand methinks what's undonedoes put in more absorbents if yours my hopes feel deeply mine is just as well fitslets us ride it on home a-sunbeam to me, my array of journeys to attend ye I love thee © 2023 Robert Robbie Lord Dudley |
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Added on March 27, 2017 Last Updated on May 24, 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 |