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  • Beginings and Ends
    maybe Organic mulch It s hard to say Musk A rustle of leaves A hint of a whirlwind sends them into swirl A tiny animal burrows out of its hole and peeks Green green moist and grassy green Mud Earthy mud Clay dark and oozy Cold cold clay Green moist grassy clay A touch of musk and orange mud A furry head shakes it s beady eyes and then darts back underground again A ray of amber light filters through the branches of a nearby tree The sky above is softly softly blue with powder puff clouds cartooning into happy shapes of round A child of golden brown sits on the grassy slope He leans over lithely touches his foot fingers his toes and laughs with glee The laughter rumbles though him like gently rolling jelly in a crimson sea A tiny insect no bigger than a speck of ink from a faulty fountain pen scampers across the Sahara of the child s leg into a crevice that is a universe without end A bird with just one leg cocks its head as it perches precariously on a dangling branch rocking this way and that while below a bendy worm

    Original URL path: http://bobbiderman.com/poem001.html (2016-04-30)
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  • Seeing Eden
    a dream your sight becomes sharp and lucid as if made young again by sipping the hypnotic vapours of somnambulant desire and tasting the sweetness of release that transports you to another land where the magic of the rainbow becomes the basic grammar of vision Oh to see the fragrance of a flower to touch its delicate odour and taste the texture of its hue Only in those dreams of

    Original URL path: http://bobbiderman.com/poem002.html (2016-04-30)
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  • Shifting Sands
    relics But creatures who lived and breathed Brought to life again Through the imagination Are they were Or were they are Recreating flesh on bone We construct not the creature But a statue Or a sketch An animation of life perceived In which to mirror fantasy For the creature Is more than artefact A shell is just a shell What is past Is not now What was then Was then

    Original URL path: http://bobbiderman.com/poem003.html (2016-04-30)
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  • Oh to be a Seed Again!
    into the horizons of timelessness Beyond the clouds a land of shimmering crystal so bright you squint your eyes in awe and wonder Gliding there you see so far into the forever that your vision goes round the other side and back again till you are nowhere and everywhere at the same instant For time has lost its meaning and space has compressed into a tiny atom of the mind

    Original URL path: http://bobbiderman.com/poem004.html (2016-04-30)
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  • Dreamtime
    of dreamtime Is dreamtime real life Or is it part of a duality the sacred half of the dichotomy of existence Is the present the pain of the senses the future the pain of desire and the past the pain

    Original URL path: http://bobbiderman.com/poem005.html (2016-04-30)
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  • Dreamtime
    of their containment flooding my brain with effervescent insistence They danced with the musical rhythms appearing as a montage through the window that looked out into the field It was the cinema of my life before me Yet there was no structure just elements of past thoughts and visions doing something very much like the Samba The thoughts emotions and expectations that once controlled my life where cavorting before me

    Original URL path: http://bobbiderman.com/poem006.html (2016-04-30)
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  • One Day it Happened
    was known as siege cause so many to suffer what is that if not war The war has never ceased It s just that they the Thugs now want to finish the job by evoking flames of hell And yet the tiresome inertia caused by months of witnessing nation after nation bend to the will of the Angry Leviathan has made us torpid and punch drunk And as it begins

    Original URL path: http://bobbiderman.com/poem007.html (2016-04-30)
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  • Buena Vista Social Club
    Rich tobacco rolled lovingly against used brown skin Languid days humid nights Calloused fingers and weathered cheeks Bleating trumpets and strumming guitars Revolutionary beards tired fatuges of tattered green Havana the city where anything went Bitter coffee sweetened with fresh cut sugar cane Served with mandatory tumbler of water Small tavernas thick with smoke and the scent of sex Socialist baseball Faded images of Castro and Che Makeshift cars with

    Original URL path: http://bobbiderman.com/poem009.html (2016-04-30)
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