Saturday, 24 November 2012

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 appearences 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)

TEXT MEANS DIFFERENT TO THE DIGITAL


it is a verb/mine a noun.They use their fingers-i use my eyes
Both engage your mind.This line must end.Crows black
will not wait for an answering sky.Word boast carry different crews in time
"I love you"becomes Hallmarked.Take a number! in time,even time changes.
Seasons hiccup planets .Dreams of travel (in your eyes)need no passport.
To move emotions,hire a purge.A scream behind locked doors.
it is always SOMEONE ELSE to whom petitions are addressed
as if death will wait /until we catch up.SOMETHING SIGNIFICANT
requires indicators,memorials,ceremony,awareness and connection.
We get a MENU!In this light,a cell  phone becomes a flashlight.
ipad a camera.Tablet a PC.Keep taking the tablets!As formats change,
we will morph apart.Art brings us back from product placement.
There is no end,no god,no war until we begin.So we start again
You a young verb.Eye an elder noun.You and i both  personal  pronouns..

LITANY
My grandfather World War One
It was a Great war.He is gone
My father World War Two
to which he dedicated his fighting youth
And when it comes to World War Three
You can not rely upon me.(Conscientious objector
Vietnam Moritoria.Do not mention Korea!
Iraq,Afghanistan,Pakistan-inflamed again
Drone on as fiery conversation.
Continuous conflagration.Cool.Calm.
White flags fly like dove's wings.SING!

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