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Sunday, 14 April 2013

THOM THE WORLD POET: The Daily Poem


Rob Ayling writes: 

"Thom the World poet is an old mate of mine from way back in my history. Even pre-dating Voiceprint, when I was running "Otter Songs" and Tom's poetry tapes and guest appearances with Daevid Allen, Gilli Smyth, Mother Gong are well known and highly regarded. It just felt right to include a daily poem from Thom on our Gonzo blog and when I approached him to do so, he replied with in seconds!!! Thom is a great talent and just wants to spread poetry, light and positive energy across the globe. If we at Gonzo can help him do that - why not? why not indeed!!" (The wondrous poetpic is by Jack McCabe, who I hope forgives me for scribbling all over it with Photoshop)

"I HAVE THESE EMOTIONS" (Susie Q)


and they need to come out.so i take them to the magicians stage and release them
some become hoops,some white birds-one a rabbit out of a top hat
you have seen all this before/i am not sure what would happen if i did not release them
i was a wilde bird once/they stole my home trees/now am i turkey/peacock grounded
that is why i like to get high.If my colors inflame you-think rainbow/serpent
Green emerald forests.Feel rivers in your blood wishing for release.Underneath
fire @core/blue steam/world warms.I try to snow mountain,but ice up /meltdown
There were Seasons once(emotional).When i meditate i see colors.
When i dream-mountains.I regain wings and lift above myself.
I am no more than clouds/water in all her costumes.
For elementary particles-see me rise to find you.I knew we could meet
in this very last line.Parallel lives.We were destined for free will
all our singing lines...




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