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I would like to publish a book
publisher, please have a look
I have been writing for a while
just on impulse and quite a pile
I must say my writing is really quite unique
not thinking too much at all does the trick
that way there isn’t really too much to it
I listen to the voice and then write down a bit
I must admit as a poet
I occasionally seriously blow it
but that doesn’t really matter
often it even makes things better
as each and every poem
consists of a funky and flexible foam
sometimes I’m guilty of the crime
that I try too hard for a clever rhyme
some sweet randomness from time to time
brings a bit of a surprise and is sublime
I sometimes even dare to break a rule
and I hope that this is acceptable and cool.
Sincerely,
Thomas Wiegandt
your outsider poet on the ground
>> Thomas Wiegandt – Best Songs – Lyrics <<
Best Song-Lyrics
Unwind And Unfold (the un-song) unfinished business unnecessary repetition unsolicited advertising unwanted information (Chorus) unwind and unfold to the untold and unsung truth unwind and unfold to the unlimited potential undo and uncondition unlearn and re-position...
Performance
Going Back (an acoustic performance of roots poetry and music) a reflection on a species of 2 legged animals, who choose to call themselves Homo Sapiens, who actually ironically does not know despite the name and out of male ignorance and arrogance does not want to...
Raps + Rhyme Crimes
Rhyme Crime feeling emotionally constipated mentally, mildly fascinated with obvious and obsessive rhymes executed like endless repetitive crimes I know! I did it! Many times even! I confess! Now I repent and am asking for redemption before applying for my old age...
Performances
Philosophical – Political
Random Poem Index English Poetry Raps + Rhyme Crimes Performance Philosophical - Political Three Liners Blues Irish Mutterings German Poetry Commune Poetry Short Story French Requirements For Life (body, mind, spirit) kindness compassion strength stretch balance...
Three Liners Or High Cues
HIGH CUES – a pun-tastic undertaking admittedly not really a traditional haikujust three short enough lines in english – boohoothat will do just fine as a High CueHIGH CUE some times I fly so highto visit you just to ask youfor a signal, a sign, an indication, a...
Blues
Tell it to yourself (guitar song)What ever happened (E Blues solo phrase)can you tell it to yourself? (E Blues solo phrase)can you feel the pain (G – A7)out in the rain (G – A7)before you can let it go again? (G – A7)get it out of the system!in a non hurtful waydon't...
Irish Mutterings
The Half-Day Where is the old Irish half-day gone?Chewed up by the greedy Celtic Tiger,the half-day that left sleepy towns and villages even sleepier,that well deserved time to take your time even more,has been replaced by the hamster wheel.Being idle is not permitted...
German Poetry
Random Poem Index English Poetry Raps + Rhyme Crimes Performance Philosophical - Political Three Liners Blues Irish Mutterings German Poetry Commune Poetry Short Story French That Is All! (URFORMEN) A poem to the cosmic numbers 0naught is allrise and fallall is...
Commune Poetry
Random Poem Index English Poetry Raps + Rhyme Crimes Performance Philosophical - Political Three Liners Blues Irish Mutterings German Poetry Commune Poetry Short Story French That Is All! (URFORMEN) A poem to the cosmic numbers 0naught is allrise and fallall is...
Short Story
Sand Fleas: A Holiday Story by Thomas Wiegandt(Written on Crete 1976, originally in German) Everything is a question of an initial impulse – what follows, is just a limited chain reaction. This thought somehow got in to my mind on a hot, sunny day while lying on a...
Since I was 17 I have been writing hundreds of songs and poems, some of which I used to sing in the anonymous setting of busking in the streets of foreign cities.
It took me a long time and a lot of courage to put some of my poetry that had not been lost over the years up on the internet.
Finally I did it because after all I heard them on Cosmic Radio before falling asleep or driving alone in a car or being out in nature.
Most of these poems/songs have been scribbled on little scraps of papers and have been scattered everywhere in the house and when I find them, I now put them into a bag to type them later into the computer.
If some of my poems ever where published under my name at some stage as a book which some people have suggested to me (with my permission obviously or posthumously), I think a good title for one book would be: “A BAG OF POEMS”!
I am aware that with so many poems I have to sort my poetry into categories or themes. These could be:
Life experience, spirit messages (title: COSMIC RADIO), love, Irish identity (title: NO MORE IRISH POUNDS), German Poetry (title: DEUTSCHE UND AUSLANDSDEUTSCHE GEDICHTE), Haiku For Me And You (title: HIGH CUE), Blues, Childhood etc.
Another Book could have the title “TOO MUCH IS NOT ENOUGH!” and would consist mainly of the political and philosophical poetry of 2 multi-media performance pieces “Going Back- a reflection on a species of 2 legged animals, who ignores his greedy and power obsessed wrong doing” and “SoulScape – an archaic and contemporary tribal exploration”, possibly in combination with some of my art work and photography, related in a meaningful way to the subject.
I like to encourage musicians and performers to use them, all you have to do is to contact me and tell me if you use any material commercially or in public, and please send me a copy of our co-operation!
Also please put on my name and as contact: www.cosmicradio.info
Please email me some feedback. I’m curious … individual perception is wonderful !
Poetry is amazing, written by spirit hands, it reveals mysteries in beautiful and mysterious words, leaves linear logic and everyday consciousness behind.
The veil is lifted for a very short moment, and we can catch a sneak preview, a glimpse into the essence, a taster of the truth.
Ramble on, old man, from beyond beyond, talk to the young folks over yonder who never will listen anyway, they need the experience. The old should know that they have been there at one stage, but maybe it’s the hope of one in a million seeds will actually germinate and grow into something beautiful beyond analogue deductions and the wildest imagination that keeps me going on and on, even getting stronger and maybe that’s all part of the big plan.
Sometimes we get a sneak preview in a song, a painting, a dance, or a poem – or when making love and exploding and being scattered throughout the omniverse, defying all human limitations, being just another humble cosmic spirit drop.