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Friday, 6 October 2017

THOM THE WORLD POET: The Daily Poem


Rob Ayling, yer Gonzo Grande Fromage, 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 Thom's poetry tapes and guest appearances with Daevid Allen, Gilli Smyth and 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 within 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?


HOLES IN OUR SKIN
THROUGH WHICH AIR MAY SING
Holes in our eyes and ears and mouth
through which we devour and digest
both sounds and sights and sustenance
I dreamed of a white hole without edges
curved time  spaced out spiralling ellipses
Find myself repeat.Repeating.Remembering
a word shoplifted from a Bible or Koran or Torah
No longer HOLY in the Reverence/more a Dance
which has no limits nor laws.All i owned i lost.
Pluck from the apple sky a William Blake.
Sing,Magritte.Beatles Covers.Eden Pomegranates.
To slow down enough to acknowledge speed.
That we are all on one rock ignoring each other
Some throwing rocks at their neighbors
Some building walls to stop rocks
Some hearts hard as rock.Some Rock On!
It is not as if we are fulfilling Nostradamus
End of our world is when we leave
World glows on before and after poem.
We still sing to an answering wind
and have waves blow the sand into our inner eyes
They,too,were once rock hard and certain.
Ask beaches the persistence of waves and moon and tides


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