I love my first library

I love my first library

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

Ode to ol' Dad and ode to ol' Pop Pop in new rooms
they both played book and of baseball in new forms
with me gave me means that they both took care gone
Untold through sorrows and joys wants to the soles
To there to thee imagination and to there to thee winds be just fine
Building kites high as an eagle's eye learning the curveball
learning to long spaces at all to there free wood rolls cold
to long shadows
To thee wayside turning something at each flood
with long time wild determination to what is now echoes
Remember, shows to me, whispers in the dust
comes to there to thee stormy lines many heard
had cut down short & has blown waywards
Flew back hard onto thinking that loss
they each were a magnificent voice of
sounding half so and all so sure
sure as to there to thee today
sure as to there to thee air is good enuff
that heavenly & earthly stood
& it was good & is it good not-so bad precisely though
& most certainly to me the heart is still there
& them ole men was sad & blue
& them ole men was happy, too
& them ole men was grim to imagine
In all at each other together stood forever
In theirs talking about everything
& having ever been there and more-so
& hardly ever to whomso us how we just needs to carryout
becomes gazing on to there to thee shapers of everything fading
stars were burning in & out later we must go
On how they are each aught to be a story & so what is
it like to be reconnected with mine's so I go see what is growing on the joys
They both was as friends smilingly to us just
struggling with a wish of if only to there to thee extends
as they both will part ways to there nearer to thee oceans to turn
To there to thee endeavor of out there is amidst to
living on a prayer and on a song rewound
Upon the end stands to remind again
whereupon to there to thee hymn book does
is praises to there to thee closer be
to there to thee bare closer it's extent by me
by us on how I celebrate it is on thy own cloud why still
Not at all tears fell l cry onto there to thee being to rock has its
beer and cornbeef and wine & fish & to hold a roll my own remember me
with a nice meal here with coffee and tea
or soda without we or turns the radio on & so doth they both whispers in the dust
still stays & let's see to hear as if I weren't at rest to draw to write made open by ears
to see to hear it is sometimes on this way
to there to thee ground feelings in deep down it clicked today
l finally finalized inside this song from one
I gotta hug inside this poem
On looking up to there to thee days to save you at the sunrise
is it truly l still don't recollect clearly I remember as we all did whisper
sung looking on the sunny side of the street
There upon the living room floor
so full of emotions that memory along waves straight lines art forms
into my soul there in the joys
that will endure that will ensure
there is more always more & can
a little more to add they each said thus so to me I like to store it there & there
I lost me own lovely lines when I was
very young & it was very strange indeed
I do feel like I do know and how it hurts so
very badly to very loudly not yet but still I sweeped up whole while
Whence so thus slow and so thus may far you go in the dust
just before they each headed forwards aways
on a cloud to climb onward
to there to thee heavens into there & there
to thee castles beyond the forest dark
What is left is all that felt and did melt remember me whispers the dust
into myself & who they be meant for or that don't act now
underneath but not so clear in the net confusion met
unfortunately hectic a head spins wisdom
was of a massive effect yet different
sounding out as the candles actually do
melted down into my head onto my hat
In theirs last chance effort of grace reflects
in a spark of a moment warm counts here
it was clearer going on doing on against
the strange & obscure dark night
bright in any remembering morning
will blend into one thought in the first hand held beams to go
Solid the light of day again of course you knew
for what matters in what means
sometimes my dear boy's strengths through
sorrows & joys keeping your heart in there it's alright
no loss I will find something that does exist
they each had visions of Heaven
As l while having a long walk home feeling well enuff
so tired for a rest along the way was moving me
God's will in perfect love
into there to thee no vessels flying over like
To there to thee crystalline bird of this short life
you taught me how to find time to choose
To there to thee strengths
through sorrows & joys
onto there to thee wings of light & shadows
made complete they both said thus to me
They each knew about the grief so free
can relax now going on after that to there to thee
aftermath before to there to thee
afterlife to there to thee heart
seen turning a great leaf over real again
A long ball shall fly over the highest wall
Dear boy enjoy everything life will ramble going on all in forms gone
what's growing on, what's growing on, what's going on
Closer a-branch over a potted flower

















© 2025 Robert Robbie Lord Dudley


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Robert Robbie Lord Dudley
Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

Riverside, NJ



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