Sweet Higher Than Apple Butter & A-riddle

Causes something for insides,
Leaps a-puddle
& needs be to rise & glides,
Upon lines.
Concrete of roses & vines
Pull'd on
Pieces outta
Center of it
Form'd & deliver'd sticks
In the tender moon
Lookin' over rocks
A-new leaf falls
Clinging to a-web
Above & between spaces
We're all a-trace of airy colors
Follows up,
Oh, well; Any-ways for in waters
Enjoy'd view
What bothers us
In the heavens
Unsay'd everything
Visions of flowers & angels
Floatin' on open wings
A-waitin' for some stays here & there
Begins our journey goin' a-back
To the ways we were
Now & then, again
Let's go trim
Wide rivers & on the shallows where
Runs on wine
Meadows rings out
Just like marrow
Mine's to sounds true
& all unshook both us
Noon of time
Trains & tracks howso at is
Made by sudden hard,
Rains across splashes
& all blank insides mixes ;
Abouts on some of it,
This page flat &
Disconnect'd lands.
That'll be great lit up
Did you look at my flat stone moments
Sprung up from stars
Outsides been
Whence forever ago,
Even-so.
Within glows
So much better
Most minds are mist
Whereof the skylines add'd, lifts off
Underneath throws
The net is caught
Long at finishes flat that places,
Chooses loosely thread'd.
Up on spaces dark
New shoes are sharp
To go overboard
Besides that puts on & O' was back
What will hands & feet work for?
The same had I,
Me spinnin' these
Shoppin' carts
On amongst graceful glee
At bright stars will see ;
Our baskets are bloomin'
Stumbles across its bends
Gets distort'd
Whence we leaves thence can fall
High? So,
By & by there,
In a-Apple tree doin'
Leaps across
On walls of dense woods grand
Is it lost
& all the ways attains
Oh, a-nice mornin'
So is apple butter;
Jelly heads & jam'd brains
It came close
Fell into the ground
Grinds the flour had it in
All-so Skippy chunky
On a-toast to satisfy once,
In waters.
Enjoy'd is
What bothers us
In the heavens feels.
Visions of flowers & angels
Floatin' on open wings
Awaitin' for somethin'
Stays here
& accelerates or saves
But not more wrote back,
Sown! Woes.
If before the end of it
Had been a-poem

Within havin' a-pie in the sky
My flower in the sky
& all is sort'd out there
Here's to these seen
We reaches far
That puts one at ease
Ever together can be,
Becomes just before;
Strange poems
O' pieces apart
O' everyday scrolls arrives &
At core your views &
I'll get it.
Pitch'd up at loss
My report
That's pretty loud now
Figuers it out;
Peace out because of this,
The plus & minus signs counts
Has many
A-big day.
Rolls up & gently down
Quietly draws out
On my way
O' not neither for you knew I,
But with these it's a-bit as it is
We did it.
Inner truths freedom landin'
In the movements
Aways from under
Picks something at wonder
What further would?
Fallen a-back
Fits on the shelf
Here's to the last shows,
Given; I saw'd one falls
Stepp'd on at rest
So easily a-stone befell thru ;
Into the settings
Made by sudden hard crashes,
parts of a-shell.
Improves, causes splashes,
To be.
At every stop we sees & waves
To the lark
In the open spaces
Sooner or later
By & by there,
Awoken up.
To sleep below it beautiful;
O' quite rather a-lot

Had forgot;
Of what's up there & still
Remains
Not for suddenly
Anymore
But to a-soft pastel oils.
Here's how
By walls felt'd at itself;
If, I rather seeks it thru,
Uplifts me, alike a-dart flew
Toss'd at a-board
Off into spaces dark
With unrealiz'd faces gets focas
Means, names
In real hearts by whom,
Yours & your company unknown.
Of wherefore
Art thou, fulfills many wishes
To the wise
Best devices phones
Prayers & poems,
Insides it.
Meantimes cut flowers
Be art.
Still could, once it is
Was today
Brings on a-lot;
Only as it snaps & we"re restor'd
Abouts & jar'd stores
The eggs are up to,
What's thrown?
Thru & thru
Whomsoever a-good gray appear'd
Declares;
Washin' it out & out
Lets thy lights upon went on became
Thru & thru,
Ways to go.
Lookin' over
By thistles & thorns hung
Never you fades
Here's a-part
To the point a-pencil myself,
Floatin' away
Into anything, at all dimes had fallen
Shaded brown sands yellow
Re-shapin'
Into free minds forms
Outwards buttons
Inwards at all
Turns & finds
At connections
We all must buy a-flower firstly, yes
At times
Disarms them disowns freely
Just another chapter
To any forms afterwards
Gets it tint'd
Neater or sweeter
O' & lets it be, I guess so
The untold times
Old & new flows cool,
At the end
Who knows?
Many don't wanna go
Whereof these places
Colourful sides
& plain as print flew up there-in one
Speeches plain as day
O' I guess so
Keeps on always dark
In those streams,
Under some atmosphere
O' wouldn't be no trouble.
O' dusty stars
Cosmic memories are specks
Of seemingly forever
Holds those fast
To fully upon someplace really,
I did the dust bin
The in-most climbs
Tomorrow's
Cloud declines;
Come here from now

Noted: Where only
In leaves with yours truly &
Importance begets remotes & if,
Situations;
They stay
& they stay afloat.
Means, names
On letters now & more,
Wrote back
We rustles around
In today's lights;
Felt'd invisible ladders
From shows are done with a,
backwards gaze;
Follows forwards
A-bell upon thy steeple's chase
& puts off mine.
Trys therein
Upon knowin' none.
Leaves in holes & so wide open
Lays down between,
Amongst edges;
Somewheres had of ye ole days
Pathways,
To do.
Will uncover
Up-hill
For formless a-picture,
Will I?
Keep you,
Warm.

Stands & beholds until
We have carried on
& those alott'd hauls it
Belongin' to gone
& all's not down in the vessels,
Red & worn outta themselves
We're not out yet
I shall be, too;
Each way is as one
I heard loudly
Winds around me
Thru-out both now
Still could, once this,
Was today.
Of course you does
Although;
We'll have it
At every-way
Right-Left.
Off a-surface
Is blooms onwards & afar up
Gettin' it all again on
Thence gone wants done
Tomorrow's
Cloud verses romantic reads
Spreads,
Been even to wishes
Signs somewheres really
I wouldn't mind,
Being a-whole page again.
& whence we are,

A-world forgotten
Are you there?
This casts forth
Besides it the hills
On spinnin' sounds propels
Tender moon round
O' can't it go on & so on
Outta thier ways so fair
Beyond there,
In the sweeten'd can
Of flowers
As they themselves
Inspires may-be
They're dreamin'
Could you see it now
Kept as always
Amongst woods & signs
We did like it,
How? Thru-out both sides be
To resist the night's places

Of hidden glasses & broken laces
Figures on shadows,
& went in the settings
Made beyond
To, select those here are
Of company unknown;
Improves, Causes.
Splashes begone very far
For sooner or later
If, Someone & everyone,
Else's soon ascends off.
Shines much
Only, if; That was done,
So well
So fine, never enuff;
A-delight'd heart flew from you;
& hence the titles
Are wholesome & new
Tonight's movies
These, I shall fall on.

Sweet higher than Apple Juice
& a-riddle
Wonderin' why?
I have thee
Rose hips seeks out in this,
Hands to extent
Brightly wings
Not-so whence but everywheres is,
Might deeply drops in
Against seeds a-goes on
We use just two
& lets us be
Snippets of a-few
Summers to see
Those days shines on
I understands this card
That sweeps & clears
Something sweet
Upon the dots & squares
Good luck with yours,
A-feather's tip.
A-top on what spot
Found?
Spring enters
New fields at heels
O' should so cool this is,
An unturn'd circle.
Unfolds into the deep
Unbound'd by senses
Can't the plant stand up,
As we were.
A-canvas is how I sit up.
The universe expands
What is it ?
Gone upon a-head
Keeps to it
Surely goes within seems
A-bit of it
Whereof somewhat blankets
Freezes on the floor
So, perhaps
For formless.
A-picture will keep you,
Warm.
A-picture will keep you,
Warm.
Sweet Higher than
Apple butter & a-riddle unclear
In a-happy moon unbound'd,
IS HERE !

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

A quilt of a poem of shorter poems woven together. Much like a picture puzzle. And as with a quilt requires a more indepth and sat-down study.

[Lisasview]

First one to review your poem although I do see you have had 155 view..
Wondering why?
Perhaps your words are hard to understand... I have no idea what you mean but I am interested in finding out.
Lisa, now in Spain

[Sir Robert Robbie Lord Dudley]

Thinking bouts apples and ole side paths to get to the ole tree to unlock some thought process thank for that review on this short poem of revisions

[Lisasview]

You are most welcome..
Lisa