The Transcended Hope

The Transcended Hope

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

For the fire holds sway onto your fork

You will have your cake


However long one's life is got but for sweets empties spirits

Or by having difficulties to be wings O' issues feather on


I'm contented are for torn covers with a-void of damage

Pages brought upon snow sparkles

On every picture peaceful for wells


Dances with joy feeling worlds out to fly

Someday, me

We can make
Lifting up with you

Lifting on thru

Lifting notes and waits cause found


The hands, The feet

The transcended hope


To bring it anew day by day nor song by song toil'd

From here & there what it is things of surprises filled 

You're a-gem

I'm a poem
Re-configurations to see

Dances with joy blue, blue heart O' up will still be

Someday, me

We can remake
Holding you

Holding me

Holding art


For the fire holds sway onto the fork

You will have your cake


You will find a way 'tis whether not any before

You will carry out cups up to that sunrise slant'd off

Each room in the past


how it there glows over beyond time ever time

All restored to last words wonder'd. Enter! I'm free!

 

Years after sunsets gone better goes brighter

The hands, The feet

The transcended hope

On a-log as a-can of brushes describ'd


Since the fire holds sway onto your fork

You will have your cake

And, how in full moon many.

© 2026 Robert Robbie Lord Dudley


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Thank you for entering my competition :)

I particularly liked the line
"Dances with joy"

The whole poem is full of hope, and that is what we need to hold dear.



Posted 8 Years Ago



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Added on July 18, 2015
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Robert Robbie Lord Dudley
Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

Riverside, NJ



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