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)

OSTARE,OSTARA,EOSTRA,EOSTRE

Eostre.Eostur.,Easter.Fool Moon.Fertility.Green.Spring.Bunnies.Eggs

Rituals .Candles.Silence.Bells.Meditations.Sharings of beliefs

Eye will settle for chocolate.That sweet deep dark Mystery

that comes in bright bunny wrappings,and will be on CLEARANCE by end of week.

For now,small bunny droppings eggs in baskets ,hollow promise rabbits

all hold that chocolate surprise-to awaken into new.A Resurrection of sorts

Pre-chocolate.Post.Sir Walter Raleigh.Politics of Columbia.Fair Trade.Cacao

Hollow as a tomb,my tooth receives supplies of dark shadow chocolate 75%

 Buzz bright,my eyes see visions of dancing rabbits,rolling eggs,
Whole worlds revealed via the Revelations According to Consumption
Yes-we eat the Third World to rabbit extinction/
turn all into a good food source/devour Mysteries to completion
say to each other how this Season Satisfies One

Belief?Another rabbit.On The Run.

TRANCE LUCENSE

Moving Sale.Property is HOT in Austin-but a crash is gonna come.

So she is selling off and moving out of South.She is packing leftovers for GOODWILL

I spy a glowing tea service stacked with love,clarity and attention.

I ask her -"is that going,too?"NO! ,she replies-"it has been in my family

i cannot part with it.How much will you give me for it?"

"I am your neighbor(around the corner-in Lark Cove-

you have seen me before-i shop for stories.How much do i have?

an infinite capacity for listening.So share -how comes this beauty here?

"Well-my grandfather was dirt poor.Cardboard walls.Shotgun shack.Five kids.Government grits.

Joined the Navy WW2-his mother never owned anything except persistence.

He bought this bone tea set in Korea,and sent it to her .She treasured it.We treasure it..."

STOP! i say."That story is worth all i have!".

"Well,then (she asked)-how much do you have?"(i open my pockets and count out nine dollars..

She had quoted 30/would accept 20-but i suggest to her.."My beloved collects teapots

She has a shelf of stories in art that serve leaves in heated waters for others

She would be delighted to add your family story to her tribe of tea services.

(At this point,her eyes shone -and her boyfriend reached in to his wallet

pulled out a ten dollar note,and smiled."Two good stories..a worthy day..

Enjoy !