Rhythm



The swirling rhythm of the world
swells like dark thunder surmise
under anonymous money market skies
where a grabbed possession unfurled
still keeps a fixed position as a prize.

Whoa! Let go!
Africa, Brazil and Iraq too!
It's a drum, come on, flow!
Let the beat enfold you,
let the rhythm mould you!




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2007-04-15 at 16:41

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angelwings
Bob its impactful and love the art...
2007-04-16



Very nice work bob! you do still have the soul then? Smiling at you, bob bee in some bonnets. Tai
2007-04-15