TO PLUCK UNSTOP A-BAG FULL OF PETALS AND WORMS

TO PLUCK UNSTOP A-BAG FULL OF PETALS AND WORMS

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

HE STOPS FOR A MOMENT

FROM WHAT IS

MOST URGENT

TO LOOK TO THE SUN

TO LOOK TO THE MOON

TO LOOK TO THE STARS

THE FULL FANCY

THE FULL FLOWER

I FIND THAT ARE

THE PICTURES

THE PAINTINGS

THE POETRY

THE WRITING

THAT DISCRIBES

WILD EMOTION MOVING ALIVE

THE GOOD VIBES

TO WIN THE DAY

OR THE NIGHT MAYBE OF

THREE QUARTER FULL

THE HUNGER

THE LINE THE PASSION

THE MESSAGE

THE PROBLEM

DISENTANGLED STRUGGLES

I FIND AGAIN AGAIN

DAY BY DAY CLEAR

OR CONFUSED

WE GET CARRIED AWAY

BENT ON WHAT COUNT ON

TIME AND TIDE AND CLOCK

APPLIED AND REVIVED

OUTWARD HARD DRIVE

INWARD SOFT DRIVE

THROUGH THE RAINFALL

ALL AS ONE FORGES ON

DETERMINATION

STAY CLEAR THROUGH

THE FACT OF IT

THE COLLISIONS

THE OBSTACLE

THE TRANSITIONAL

BRINGS UP BRINGS DOWN

THE FULL FANCY

THE FULL FLOWER

I FIND THAT ARE

THE PICTURES

THE PAINTINGS

THE POETRY

THE WRITING

THAT DESCRIBES

WILD EMOTION MOVING

THE GOOD VIBES

TO WIN THE DAY

OR THE NIGHT MAYBE FUN

TO PLUCK NONSTOP

TILL YE DROP

UP HILL DOWN HILL

UNDER HILL OVER HILL

WANDER AROUND HILLS BEHOLD

A BAG OF PETALS

AND WORMS

TWENTY FOUR SEVEN

THREE SIXTY FIVE

SEVEN AND ONE ONLY

COMES APART

GOES TOGETHER TO

STRIVE AGAIN MEANING

THE CONNECTION

THE UNDERSTANDING

THE HUNGER

THREE QUARTER FULL

THE STRUGGLE

THE VISION

DARK AND BRIGHT

I FIND IT BLINDED AGAIN

THE PROBLEMS

THE SOLUTIONS

IN MY LIFE ARE THEY

TO RESOLVE THEM

OH THE LOVE AND DID

OF SWEET FREEDOM

UP HILL DOWN HILL

UNDER HILL OVER HILL

BEHOLD UNTILL 

OH HEAVEN WILL ABOVE REST

BAD IS OKAY

THE GOOD WILL SAY

SOME HIDDEN AWAY

TO LIVE TO PRAY

TO GIVE AWAY

WHEN SEEMS

HANGING OUTTA AIR

NOT TO ALL ABOVE

NOR BELOW

NOT NOW ALTHOUGH

NOT YET SO

THE FULL FANCY

THE FULL FLOWER

I FIND THAT ARE

THE PICTURES

THE PAINTINGS

THE POETRY

THE WRITING

THAT DESCRIBES PERFECT

WILD EMOTIONS MOVING ALIVE

THE GOOD VIBES

TO WIN THE DAY

OR THE NIGHT

ALL BY MAYBE SEE

THE WINDOW

THE DOOR THE WALL

THE FLOOR

THE ROOF THE SKY

FULL AND FREE

UP REAL HIGH 

THE SPACE ROUND

THE FOOTHOLD

TO ROLL DOWN

THE RAINDROPS

AWAY FROM HERE

OH COME ON WOE IS ME

© 2026 Robert Robbie Lord Dudley


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Added on May 8, 2011
Last Updated on March 24, 2026

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Robert Robbie Lord Dudley
Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

Riverside, NJ



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