Paper-Bird Somewhere Yonder Full Moon Vision BeautifulA Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley
Voluptuous sphere. Stars / Angels
Unadorned languages at fences clears aways rows canoes Left which square is better than 'til circles rolls thru Opens air O, when / none O minds Compellin' & colourful completely shinnin' free Unattainable love reaches thoughts to a paper-bird Vulnerable speeches to revisit can return So get on up, run on up enjoy yourself flying but fell The days slept well enuff carries on as by mine There's something said O, why-so do over Didn't it ever be I found it Just as fit as enclosed, opens, all nice chimes hangin' whirlin' up Should be ten feet longin' Spring Stands worn now are thru & something thru violins bows & fiddles sticks in, Serene shapes been done. Around lost poets off into the scary sunshine fell sky opens Pretty well, thrown lands Strings on trails into skies surely sweet nothingness Is all winds & ways No signs brought forth apiece undone eases Clouds of two count'd out Paint'd truly believes in wooden shelves Install'd senses Elevates awaits for real, you may Ever storms; Shones mine an awesome bloom, back, back, back blow, Thru frost spits snow. With faith by spinnin' a-stick to the winds; Then, a-spool & twine, a-pickin' the leaves upon Or two roads therefore Shall be one call Brought home & it has been a-long upon morn' Above us right into this, Moment puts to, these & pushes on. Even-if unsure, Stays so fine Fall is around Unseen against tomorrow's always azure sky wait; The August O, winds decides it so abouts Utmost but thence; Woven & worn before until the beginnin' Unadorned nor to cease the bein' Destiny's a-whilest soonest goin' Thru all even unto you causes feelin' Within a-thing abouts cobwebs quickly No regrets; Seeks dust That made mist into both something Splashes echoes brain dots Blind spots sunny patch High & low tides repeats it again nor do at two plus two Takes a-rounds The must-needs without focus; Add'd grounds Shall they have time Separated all & stands out callin' In a-boat afloat at bottom rows oaks so O, seas Under swells dark Some art after that fearful steps but not behind me Hark the angel Harold in the water Short sweet complete Somewhere yonder full moon vision beautiful day Question mark? Begotten near as of yet, any afar A-walks wires Awaits I got for the big sky inside-out there amazed By, now; Again! What wants it enfold'd seems so, Under the huge green roof Let us go a-ways up, been thru-out what room? Entwines in there, Amongst rivers lines guides others Form brings, At what time's / Glades. Where-by woods words were more as quiet Mountains keep still Without rails makes broken cans flatten At one alone I dug spinnin' wheels Down in wells deep gotta dance free Completely Cheerful We loveth silence besides, peaceful; Streams enclosed. Please do not bend them so level O, runs, no flys across flows soft between Will change off & thus in windows What? will say gone from aways soon today Bein' a-bit as I, My paper-bird to return again. © 2025 Robert Robbie Lord DudleyReviews
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1 Review Added on July 26, 2020 Last Updated on December 8, 2025 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.. more.. |

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