Foremost saints & angels spokeA Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley
Whom yet comes to be or not to be great
Haven't I yet a-brightly yellow'd leaflet From a cloud away it spills over cups Flew up inward at ye wilds & sky ; I think perhaps I did therefore will, Holds up to enloudens more with when If it canst a self-absorb'd cotton ball kept ; Teaches this that much ensoftens Behind me definitions bestills in daisies Because choices becomes edges Is it true & thence you & I shines & places so, Commence the dance first bestow'd All things around forms home Normally does ensweetens a song! At the looks, Oh, at something lost Most insides leaves go back & forth unfoldin', Falls down & falls there silence. Still as if spaces across dots glistenin', To be upon bones, lost souls warms ; & in hencefore to chance nothing more compares It's usually in the reverse just found'd, To be an island enshroud'd O' smooth blue. Ah, what a view widely whales go high & lo' How so freely it's for now & later on? At long sleeves which was very so, Much need'd here into undone joy found : & It did some longingly aways out. Of passion highlights abouts them Off the moon great lights to sunset Outta the daylight drops darkness, Within these places between some ; Saw'd it's 4:20 somewheres else Thence a stick would enhance meself ; If, Hangs on til the end bein' takin' alongs Everywheres I found it's plains bein' On/Off/On my own slow dream In a watch'd line paint'd colours an release Orange & Apple red thence very well We had good for now & fell cool cores. Unregardlessly looks behind metaphors As the time & mast holds up fast ; Who? Spins thier great fires forwards ago Ends within image shades a-loomin' thru, Drawn down by thee hands they just sayin' that's, Saw'd it's 5:00 somewheres at dusk The dawn's glad quills & me Cast back over there horizon's broke. All into a-self-pacing notebook spirals atlast. © 2024 Robert Robbie Lord Dudley |
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Added on June 15, 2024 Last Updated on September 10, 2024 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 |