Got Today To Illustrate;  Let's Suit Up!

Got Today To Illustrate; Let's Suit Up!

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

Explores the expanse as lost & found here-abouts suppose something beyond
What do I see there?
I sets them off, Bright stellar to incite,
a-flame ~ On poems of
Themselves! Love
Only to regenerate what it gets complex stuff these feelings grew. Atleast
Ah, by me
Yet, what's becoming dark, next deep groves,
breaths ~
As reshapes we redrew & was beings & its morning's can do
A-grasp to elude the past
When outs amongst the sunflowers
You look great to me,
I have; Thence edges pushes far whence our pain stopt loud
We kept it within pencils aside to try later-on unspoke.
Displaces, soft sounds,
But, cast'd about down lines, at thee fountains, would be;
For freeminded, states of emotions, lights & shores
Considering it, what you meant,
clearly minded;
Rights shimmering things new connections broke,
couples still remain dark towers.
Two are identical & real,
trees high & true above
embracing the wide sky.
Fruits, Papers,
Jars or whatever soon spreads far & deep are we
Gonna see
flowers standing upright,
all fallen over softly the fences.
Ah, by me
Painting it, I had to see so much dash'd at even in
Pedals, floats, bags fold'd;
Carried that on rags shadows at times I wear ~ On stems of vision only
almost befresh'd air conditioning, Ever fast
The journey starts to end
kicks it off up & around the bend.
Vapor rises pages outstanding for clarity's alike
a-cloud ~
Storm.. Closes.. Dream.. Open'd..
leaves travels
I saw'd them off, Bright tinder to incite a-flame ~ On poems of
Themselves! Love gave up

© 2023 Robert Robbie Lord Dudley


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Added on August 4, 2019
Last Updated on March 28, 2023

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Robert Robbie Lord Dudley
Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

Riverside, NJ



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