Tuesday 8 April 2014

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)

SECULAR SINGULAR MUSIC
He did not plan to play-a borrowed instrument gave him the lie
He smiled as he stepped upon that hand made stage and started to fly
Cami had come to share her wave of joy/tonight that means sonic soundscapes(as well as horns
Sam wants to speak the bleak and let the dark side out
Each musician attuned to moon ,knowing the blue was up and about
And wings are only needed when you wish to fly
This is how we levitated on the fool moon august 30 night
Jazz will burst again when your eyes and ears are aligned
for vision is only a dream applied while we are alive

and every dream of Muse demands we at least try!

EACH DREAM OF HARMONIES LIKE RIVERS
for some-wild notes,jazz birds,flock together-they migrate seasonally(emotionally
other =stillness/meditations.a drop in a  pool of time.Room full of shadows
or night full of stars.One moonlight tower.One moon.
Tonight we will climb those stars inside and compare
Let us feel,see and hear.It matters less if one is fully present
Art of the Ark is two of every creature.When they swing/in harmonies/syncopations
Pulses race faster-rivers remember how wilde they once were
time and age re-verse to that primal space where all is one note
and it is rich!

FOOD?LOVE?LIFE!
she offers samples of garbanzo beans with her special hot sauce
yet it is the smile in her eyes that feeds us.We are fish
needing sustenance.Beer distracts .Attention comes with samples
of a tasted Paradise replicated for pilgrims/those who came
to taste this evening/experience more than moon and stars on their tongues-
they now carry a smile and Light in their eyes!

WHEN YOU ARE 15 (and the Catholic world opens like a poem
so you step up and out and find your way to Muse
Your Father Example of a bridge to feed you
while your wild horses spirit was still a pony,tethered
You met the Wilde Winds blowing before they had a name
Respect was how many worlds you could inhabit simultaneously
You still learn how sleeping on an ex-wife's couch
can liberate for service more than monies in a bank
Thin as a guitar string ,smiling Dervish
You are now Father To The Young!

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