Hit a-ball of fun plus kick a-ball of skat

& All that equals the form divine,
A-number two
Be methods of madness returns,
Circluar in my head
What's it like Mom ?
Bein' dead shall say ;
Them olde lines
O' runnin' & bouncin' all shinnin',
in one way went.
Alike two ships sunk,
in the night on a-voyage
I suppose not whiles ;
The different where zeros exists
Death & destroy.
Theirs is to raise shadows
The rows on rings afters ;
Opens hands underneaths horizons.
Pass & go explores
Alots gots on then with life,
& leeds should
The bread is good each one,
Comin' home again.
In a-dream whence reads the fair

Sometimes of enlightment,
be well Dad ;
Ain't gotta cry anymore then,
So therefore
what am I doin' ;
Whereat a-lantern are small crystals
is new enuff,
indeed to when a-flame freed.
Is this a-wall re-sets,
all by my co-parts falls
in pieces heavy
Besides high & low
Don't judge the dead art.
at coat of one goes on
to earn
to rant
Another box ; Yesterday at steps
Writes close-by the stones,
that rocks.
Right thru signs
The center of this holds,
Forwards
& in the likes of us.

Just before dusk,
one hath carved out how
The other end now
Shown by you our love be,
Fast a-glare.
Takes on a-transfer !
To go ashore
What you lookin' for?
A-well flows kindness
Timeless must fallen,
Sweet-Escapes will twinkle up ;
Unto the longest silence
Defied sounds
& sands which are,
empty or full much are,
Of twilight "yer" hope brighter now
Wonderful ;
All's a-handle,
I'll pour deep.

Glad they had on a-chair flat,
a-handy-dandy poem-book.
at yield & turn'd right
kept it clear to stretch on
Until it's possible
Waves & sun & deep thru,
Learns with worms.
Upon the white keys off amidst,
that inner light.
Until it's a-rose gardens,
of thorns.
Blows beneath us
Glad I am on thy dry notes,
Moisture is forward,
railroad ; Rustles as one line.
Up on the stairs
Thinks!
Talks!
Insides the box that falls,
Looks thru the window
I was lookin' low ;
Once upon every corner.

Born glad they all had stood on,
But not a-strand deeper.
I lost it my own thread
The whole line
Be inclined there-at & answer'd,
I can begat
For leisure your time
Lightly breathes ;
What's this I sees ?
Alike most burnt toast really
& condensed reality.
That canst be not
Awhiles joy in thine is today,
Had decried
of "der" shadows won't.
In the air dwelt on

From with thee rift'd co-parts,
still stands for it
In one picture
abouts thus so to soar ;
It's no use
Slips thru thy ends,
in details excels & happens.
Where to go?
Changes what's around
& follows ;
a-cloud as it was becomes,
To belong down here
by the winds.
Oh, dearest seals it
Methinks & bestills it from,
Utmost ;
upper windows.
Open-minds
& one love
& nothing else,
I believes it is so.

Chases & encloses in spaces,
to the moon
onto the next day.
Plainly senses had led the better
The glass now not,
To guzzle down
How it has felt gone astray
Swims up
by whom so roars out,
On the back.
Shall freely
& receives it fully,
for thee be.
My love been yourself ;
To see, if, delightful helps.

O'er the whole thunder,
Lightnin strikes
On a-wellhead uncover'd.
It's just alright wom abouts
up & outta here
So forth, I would like that,
to flow ;
To go.
In-thru-out thence
Better upon two cups
I'll have these
On thee long shoelaces
Plucks a song
A-woven basket
A-scattered book ;
A-fan that's old
Grabs a-belt,
to install. Cool ! Deep !
Upon the kneecap thinkin'
All over places yet ;
Awhiles actually goin'
I don't know beyond,
my sudden grasp within acorns.
O' be thou rest,
my revisions would.

Condensed in Spring winds
& wood'd benches,
are nearer !
Heretofore rains come ;
almost full
Just freedom
Embraces two sets goin' on
nor spends it ashore,
for me my legs
Made it on fleet.

Whence we all meet again.
the lone winds gone
Will turn down
Will turn up,
the wings flat
& flowin' sweetly o'er
Lands a-word some in waters ;
Or to smooth sails around
everything gets rough
So, is there-in,
never enuff.
A-ways, a-ways you go
in sky to air for high there !
For sure ;
I don't know,
the hollow heart,
In more ways
Looks. like snow
Confusin'
Beguilin'
At utmost within all,
Couldn't resist the formless.
Could get it from the start
Hit a-ball of fun
plus ;
Kick a-ball of skat

Author's Note

Reviews

[Ken e Bujold]

whimsical, but also a powderkeg of insightful pearls. Thoroughly enjoyed the romping ride Sir Robert. About a third of the way through I suddenly stopped looking for a connecting thread and just went along for the ride. And that is how any great poem should be, suspension of self to and for the moment you inhabit it's time and space

ken

[Sir Robert Robbie Lord Dudley]

Here and now those who read leed like Lou reed online or off line thru the halls of time in my library I get a book and or some YouTube listenin' thanks for the kind review peace of mind & God bless & love has been good to me