Free & Loose A Balloon With A Human Face

Free & Loose A Balloon With A Human Face

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

can't be seen along the right side

shoulders by ears

in the sky forms

oh, square balloons

and round balloons

cartoon balloons golden goes ribbon

what floats at up on that course

a-great bonnet of clouds flaps

tries backwards in the harbor flats

from the air balances there-in

thanks and all, I got it brought space for way new car let's go

when we are further

in the middle nowhere weather fair

life is why rest like

it'll save us

we've forgotten all

by the way rest stop

having things up as if

can you see the balloons

below captivates enclosed reawakes if you wants

picks up into wicker basket

a balloon with a-human face

from the air

their so awesome I saw

butterflies of creation

as we were

back thence once a-chance gives

flat as maps

television sets roll on

but now it's not so show that can't be

do you see how blurry

as farewell been

in the sky forms

onto a, Hey, lifeboat man ring high

anchor's away

heart in hand to strings high

to stir a-thing cool

and all that's here at

communicates cares

more shiny words

that burns into us a-match lit'

in an instant scales tips oneself onto tops

somehow can I spin, my sorrows see

handling it all now

reading, watching, dreaming

making a marvel something slow

poems calms me

as you and me

from the air

to be there not here the story is not so clear

O' carried away into thou effects

comics and mighty waves

a-snowy course for real senses reopens flakes floats looks up

gets middle below the Winter down rows are holes

as teardrops dies not snows

are carried out thru hot and cold rocks

off and on rolls blocks

lines behind many moons long ago

at that day not yet gone

onto a, Hey ya; lifeboat man rings high

anchor's away

heart in hand to strings high

to stir a-thing

circulating on a-plant growing strong in bloom

an Autumn leaf afar asleeps well leaves fast

in low light

and distant a-coming close a-flying afar

to the chest today turns upwards a-cool way down to see

the dragonflies of the red cliffs soaring o'er but not-so ever

such a thing a-flutters in right attire

me unfolds my own device holds out

sets as such things

far, far up the wings

are flapping on winds until there

brung through no one

songs without me

the whole thing's crazy tho' guided so

celebrates toads and frogs forgeting it works magic of a-log

in unwinding only energy looks so much

at slopes enchanting so cosmic

upon echoes in last words

what floats at thoughts between is

heartfelt and likely ghosts prints appears to

there it goes

some go where do

worlds outta rainbows windows of planes, cars

are many angles

or trains a-coming it's somewheres approaching

what it is maybe already have to be

wraps around 

snaps on thinner coats

broken parts

seeing boards holding tight

for the opportunity

broken carts oars drifts

fingertips hanging on to a-wish

draws around sands

walls forming wisdom

in the last bits and pieces

but not until then

or puts it down

to let it go

overhead turns to long marks on the ground

found clear and open

meant to make it fly somehow aways

here's to reading to you

handling poems said misty up on a-dead end here

and turns it around

calms me down

starry, starry, carry, carry

hurry, hurry by later on

does these means be

gets it right away all knew begins

what to do

and I done well again

as they all will do

and we did just that goes so fine

'tis a beautiful thing

to be concluded it's this all blues sad

begins thru last times

alive and airy

in the sky forms

let us be cheery to images theory spaces here

oh, square balloons

and round balloons

cartoon balloons

making marvel of something

what floats at onto that

a-great bonnet cloud flaps

and tries backwards in the harbor flats

from the air

backwards connecting easier

frontwards bewildered

underneath became

to a-cork tree that carried me

shadows sometimes spills out what's spent

is serene as red wine stains clear

as dark as that little red ant beneath us or is it really?

that's straight in transparency

we found afar from ashore

mighty waves go now

a-snowy course for real senses reopens flakes floats paper

gets middle below the Winter feels around flows

rocks standing in lines shows them off warm

was spoken off soft bliss

cell phones rang insides

instead stays out

stands on compass

as a-restored stone

still upon a-strand

handling it said,  reading is dead

made it slow from my head to my feet, O yeah, how?

poems calms me down streams

and it has to be

curbside, waterside instills falls out

to this river seems reopens my mind and grieves, flies

underneath in leaves

but a-few aren't still just showers us alone love will

some to see as one gives

reaches here on/off believes in a-picking a-beat becomes a-woe

ourselves alike ravens been seen above

align'd up within

on what floats bright as two pictures

added selections changes ups and downs was spoken quite so quick all's the better

all's the better scattered

at every leaf keeps on to a-relief

the sunny side of the street branches broke thru upon

a-shutter-bug clouds, a-puddle, a-gate, a-pebble

of sounds right ahead

dark now is a-wide cup of metals

a balloon with

a human face

O' smiling tulips floated thru it ice blue

at what's up

faded outta view

sights and is another one rises

outta the box

can't be seen alongsides

shoulders by ears

in the sky forms hears

let us be cheery be images that are theory

oh, square balloons

and round balloons

cartoon balloons

making marvel of something

what floats in notes, ah, Spring's up

a-bonny clouds flaps

and tries backwards in the harbor flats

from the air

carried off from,

onto a, Hey, lifeboat man

anchor's away

heart in hand to strings

circulating on a-plant growing strong

an Autumn leaf afar asleeps well leaves done

wake me up whence is it?

I wants to see memories

© 2026 Robert Robbie Lord Dudley


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Added on September 18, 2016
Last Updated on April 12, 2026

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Robert Robbie Lord Dudley
Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

Riverside, NJ



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