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Tom

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Biography

I started writing when I was 15, I don't know why or what motivated me at first but since then I've always made time to write short prose/poems. At times it's been instrumental in helping me understand what is happening around me or how I feel about life. Sometimes it comes easily, sometimes it doesn't - but 20 years later and I'm still writing them ...with varying degrees of success / quality...

Samples

A KISS FROM A STRANGER (2005) Those voices on the stairs, they whisper poems Like those eyes in the mirror, they aren't mine There are hands in my bed, pushing me out That conversation with my father, it wasn't real Those kisses in the dark, they don't exist (I don't care who you are) All together the doubt is growing And the fear of never knowing What these creeping figures think of me Are the things, I bleed to make, adored I can't stand the sight of my own handwriting But I know I HAVE to keep trying Cause every now and then I get a kiss from a stranger And it tastes good And it makes all of this worthwhile This empty house is full of love, for a second... (I don't care who you are, just...) I don't care, just kiss me! ELLIPSIS (2014) I don't write them like I used to now they're not carved out of my bones like they used to be I don't bleed all over the carpets in some mouldy rented bathroom like I used to They used to say it was the angst that drove me some mild flair for painting what had pained me but you have to make peace eventually and I don't know what is driving this anymore At the end of the line there's an ellipsis at the end of all I said there's an ellipsis saying so much more than I Now I don't sweat it out in twisted sheets with cramped heart and cracked beliefs surrendering my barbed emotions like a flag the way I used to I don't tap that vein of pure unfocused bile don't let it gush across the front row of my imagined audience they don't say much about my unbridled verse these days like they used to At the end of every poem there's an ellipsis at the end of all I said there's an ellipsis dragging on and on Saying more than I ever could... TIGER MOUNTAIN (2014) I have fallen for the mad ones and the sad ones and the ones who don't know what they want I have found that mania so consuming confused depression for deep thinking I've tried to heal the cracked ones and piece the broken ones together... Oh I have tried to climb that mountain with broken ankles... I have lived off the wild ones brought calm to the angry ones laid down with the tired ones and slept I've ridden with the seesaw ones always wondering where I stood felt lost with the wilful ones and cried beside the bitter ones Oh I have tried to climb that mountain with broken ankles... I've walked across the weak ones swum naked with the free ones reached out for the timid ones but found no hand waiting there I have been ungrateful for the nicest ones been bored by the honest ones prayed for the fickle ones to change knowing no love could bloom there Oh I have tried to climb that mountain with broken ankles... And I have wondered loudly why I never could reach the summit with my broken ankles... THE LIGHTHOUSE (2015) There are these nights like clockwork I find myself ticking up stone steps at the lighthouse There are these nights cloaked in melancholy staring out, wide-eyed across the freezing seas of time There are these nights I sit, quietly, by the lens wondering of all the other nights I have sat quietly wondering… A thread of light stretches backwards through all my life sewing together these contemplative moments connecting me with my younger selves We all sit there on different steps looking out to sea with our lifetime of bad haircuts and our silver fountain pens each one more expensive than that preceding We all wonder in an echo we all wonder ‘Am I right? Is my aim true? do I have any aim at all? O, where… am I going?’ I long to reach out a hand somehow send out a boat to them I worry for those lost faces adrift on wild seas rocking in churning waters without a lot of hope Through the thick blanket of night I sense the face of a future me he looks healthier, happier richer somehow looking back across the freezing seas of time fondly and encouragingly he’s smiling back at me…

All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.

Audio entries by Tom

30 Steps (19/06/2012)

Can You Hear The People Sing? (22/02/2012)

Pull Apart The Perfect Nest (26/07/2010)

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Alison Mary Dunn

Sat 14th Feb 2015 15:29

Hi Thom, I've not been on WOL for a long time and felt curious to see what you've written recently. Really like 'ECCENTRICITIES', it's the very reason we All find ourselves lured here, eventually. Feeding our addiction to that deeper other self ;) Never stop x

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sat 24th Jan 2015 13:11

This past week has been very busy. I really look forward to reading more of your work. Unless you have an inexhaustible back-up supply (which you well may do) take care not to post too many all at once; your interested 'audience' may not be able, or choose not to, keep up with your output. And some very good stuff will go unacknowledged.

But I'm definitely coming back for more. I should have been more alert in years past. Or was I?

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Larisa Rzhepishevska

Thu 8th Aug 2013 18:24

I don't really know what you deserve. May be more, may be less...but... I am sure that only chess will confess where you were less.

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Isobel

Mon 5th Nov 2012 16:08

Thanks for your feedback Thom. The beauty of Small Talk was that I didn't have to rack my brains for too long about what I wrote - it just plopped out onto the page - if only they were all like that - brevity can be a blessing :)

I really enjoyed the dentist - I've never thought of the dentist in that way before - or God. If I were a God I think I'd whittle mouth back to gum in some places.

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Alison Mary Dunn

Tue 30th Oct 2012 14:56

Tx Thom, it's a great feeling to see a comment from you. I've just this minute listened to the track by Kath Bloom and I hadn't heard it before. I don't know her at all and probably should but I do now so there's still time.

x

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Mikhail Smith

Tue 23rd Oct 2012 13:50

howdo .. enjoyed your videos and pics on website .. very good ..

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Hugh

Tue 26th Jun 2012 18:00

THE DENTIST---100% UNIQUE AND ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT-WELL DONE

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kath hewitt

Fri 4th Feb 2011 21:03

Hi Thom,
Thank you re 'my childhood rainbow'.
Glad to see it making an impression.x

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Isobel

Wed 27th Oct 2010 15:24

That wasn't a criticism of your poem at all - it just sparked me off to think about where I found freedom - everyone finds it in different places, I guess. The secret lies in marrying someone who finds it in the same place - or doesn't mind losing it in the chaos... x

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Dave Bradley

Mon 27th Sep 2010 15:28

Hi Thom. Thanks for posting re 'Bullet'. You've still got till end of play Thursday, if you can knock one out that quick.

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Chris Dawson

Fri 17th Sep 2010 12:49

Thanks Thom, much appreciated.
As to the meaning - I asked a (very bright, highly literary) friend to read it and asked her if she got the meaning, she said 'I'm not sure; it could be a steamy but illicit romance, or possibly your recent visit to the dentist'.
Take your pick :)
Cx

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Ann Foxglove

Thu 26th Aug 2010 20:15

Hi Tom, many thanks for your kind comments on my German Boy poem.

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Tomás Ó Cárthaigh

Tue 24th Aug 2010 00:02

The rat race of humanity is an emotional Desert indeed as showed in your poem "Desert".

Throw an eye over some of my stuff when you get the chance...

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winston plowes

Sun 25th Jul 2010 00:12

Plas post up "pull apart the perfect nest" in the blog section. it deserves a wider audience. great work . Winston

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Ann Foxglove

Fri 2nd Jul 2010 19:37

I always find your poems interesting and with a lot of thought behind them. I see from re-reading your profile that you look forward to criticism/comment etc. I don't know how often you make comments on other poets poems - if you do, you are more likely to get feedback from them. Good luck with it all anywaY! XX

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Tomás Ó Cárthaigh

Sat 19th Jun 2010 11:45

"Pull Apart the Perfect Nest" is an excellent poem.

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Andrea

Wed 17th Feb 2010 16:44

Hi Thomas - I very much enjoyed reading your poem "Pull Apart The Perfect Nest". Beautifully structured and very clever, love the imagery which this conjures.

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Iain Uilleam MacEanruig

Tue 16th Feb 2010 19:02

I know just what you mean about quality control. I think that every time I open my mouth, let alone what I've put in writing. Your 'One of Us Was Right to Leave' feels like it very much comes from the heart and is very powerful.

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Alison Mary Dunn

Sat 19th Dec 2009 11:49

Hey Thomas, a very warm welcome to WOL. I'm so glad to have read the poems you've posted so far. You have a gift and it's lucky for us that you're sharing it.
At the moment I like them all but 'Raining in Darlington' seems to have impacted on me most.
Ally x

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Wed 16th Dec 2009 15:33

Thomas, your Bio is considered and honest, sharing with us those things about you that really matter. Second paragraph - ace!

And with your posted poems I so appreciate your care with common spelling and grammar, just editting in general. Comments are more relaxed, of course, and prone to hasty mistakes - no biggee. By the way, Ann's advice about spaced blogs is absolutely right - great for you to have a friend on board already. And she came on to WOL like a tornado, too.

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Ann Foxglove

Tue 15th Dec 2009 08:53

Hi Thomas - your poems are very good. I know I encouraged you to post some bloggs, but they would get more attention if you maybe put one up a day rather than several all at a time. I have found that if people see a stream of them together, they might not read them all properly, and some people even seem to almost resent seeing several bloggs in a row. As I feel I encouraged you in the first place, I don't want your poetry (which really is a lovely addition to this sight) to sink without trace all in one go. I know I'm sounding like your old mum giving you advice but I would actually delete them except the first one or two, then pop them back up individually over the days to come. But do tell me to but out if you like! lol AF x

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Graham Sherwood

Mon 14th Dec 2009 21:33

Sorry Thomas, I tried to email your profile email and it bounced back. Have you written it correctly?

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Graham Sherwood

Mon 14th Dec 2009 21:22

Hello Thomas, welcome to WOL. If this is a taste of what is to come, we're in for a treat. Your words are very well chosen.
If you'd like some initial criticism, I would punctuate your lines to give them more emphasis, so that we can read them as you do.
It helps this too if a poet doesn't start each line with a capital letter, although many poets do not think this important. It's up to you.

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Ann Foxglove

Mon 14th Dec 2009 17:43

Hi Thomas - welcome to WOL. I think we all (unless we're super-bigheaded, not many poets like that surely!) have doubts re quality control! But I really think that if Pull Apart The Perfect Nest is the sound of your voice, then you are a poet! It's very good and very moving. And it's very original the way you've used images from nature, with moss and twigs and feathers, to describe this sad tearing apart of two people and their home and their hopes for the future.
I find that if you want some feedback, people usually read the blogg poems. Hopefully many also read the profiles, but there are so many poets on the site that you could get missed. So don't be shy, blogg away!

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