James Arthur Warren AKA Thundercloud Repairian

I could certainly do with with a couple of hundred thousand dollars, half a million….. better….. a million…..? That would really allow me to celebrate poetry in a big way.

Small poetry

Has

IMPACT

small words whack!

Over the last nearly three years I have been working on one of the most important cultural heritage/art/literature projects in modern Australia. In the 24th of March 2020, at the beginning of the Australian COVID19 lockdown I opened the Australian Poetry Hall of Fame in Guyra’s Arcadia Theatre.

https://www.australianpoetryhalloffame.com.au/

It hasn’t been easy. It was always going to be a challenge and a lot of work but I always knew it was going to work. Now we hold a weekly poetry open mic, Wednesday Words and I also do a VidCast or PoetCast every Tuesday which you can see on the Australian Poetry Hall of Fame YouTube channel. I have nurtured and inspired new poets. I have inspired the adult children of dead poets to publish deceased elders poetry.

Plus there is the day to day running of the Australian poetry Hall of Fame which includes pretty much everything. Then I still find time to write poetry and create art, meditate, do yoga, swim, and have time to myself (actually I have little time to myself and when I do, it’s really valued)

So here I am on a Saturday night writing a blog post that I began 6 months ago. One of the wonderful things that has happened in the past week was that I regained control of my hacked facebook account. This meant that I could copy and paste my entire anthology of 2022 poetry into one document. It turns out that I also managed to write over 52 thousand words of poetry on 2022 so I am going to share a few of the poems below. The first is “The Colour of Poetry” and “I spoke with a thousand dead poets”

If poetry were a colour,

it would be a multifaceted rainbow

Red sunsets of beauty and anger,

Pristine white as falling snow

Orange of the desert plains,

Yellow like the sunflowers

Changing hues of fiery flames

Grey clouds bringing showers

Magenta like a summer rose

Ochre like the land and sand

Peacock tails when they pose

Emerald green forest stand

Azure blue as a clear sky

Turquoise of a tropical sea

Eucalyptus blueish green

Changing coloured maple tree

Pink of the cherry blossoms

Pinkish orange of a peach

Tea stains on tea cup bottoms

A golden sandy beach

The browns of nightingales

Soft purple lavender hues

Blues of the blue whales

Wisteria and burnt bamboo

Pastel green and also mint

The liquid black of writing ink

Don’t forget baby pink

Poetry is a rainbow to make you think.

The next poem was inspired by all the dead poets. There are times where I am working so late that I just unroll my yoga mat in the Poetry Hall of Fame, lay down with a blanket and fall asleep surrounded by all the poet portraits that I have drawn for the “hall of fame”, the result is the following poem:

I spoke with a plethora of deceased poets

You know! Poets that are dead

I asked a question of a thousand poets

And this is what they all said

We support you but we are not alive

You need to do what you must do

Tell the world about us and you’ll thrive

A thousand dead poets said this is true

I thanked the dead poets for their poetry

And the people like me inspired

By planting a seed and growing a poet tree

Poets words remain after they’ve retired

A thousand dead poets surround me

Their poetry archived and preserved

Packets of seeds to grow poet trees

A thousand future poets I have served.

Every April there is a Facebook poetry group called “The Dirty Thirty” and the challenge is to write one poem per day for the month of April and also write to the prompt. I always find it really interesting to see what other poets come up with. The following is one that I wrote for day six of the dirty thirty 2022, I’m not too sure what the prompt was but this is what happened.

#thedirtythirty2022 #DAY6

Planting a Poet Tree

Poet trees have good wood

Planting the seeds of future poets is the goal

Watching the poet trees grow

I ran a forestry nursery

1998 planting one seed at a time

20 years later I can show you the forests

Seeds need opportunity for growth and ideal conditions

Seeds plus Soil plus Moisture equals trees

Hence a forestry nursery results in forests.

The Earth becomes greener and little birds have a forest home

Poet trees need opportunity for growth

People plus inspiration plus opportunity to read /write/ perform poetry.

Hence the Australian Poetry Hall of Fame in Guyra results in more poet tree forests

Hence #thedirtythirty results in more poet tree forests.

And Poet trees have good wood.

Nuff said

Almost. Just one more thing. “Don’t Get a Cat”

One of my latest poems based on a Buddhist story. “Don’t get a cat”

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The Zen and Tao of Poetry

November 10, 2022 James Arthur Warren AKA Thundercloud Repairian

One try and Zen? Tao Teh Ching

Lately I’ve been feeling an increase in energy by focusing more consciously on my health and also increasing the flow of my Qi. I love sitting in the sun stretching, breathing deep, doing yoga, also stretching in the morning after sleep. Upon waking in the morning read a verse of Tao Teh Ching, channel my Qi by combining my soul and spirit for balance and wellbeing. Drink rainwater, flow, don’t cut my hair, inhale deep, hold then blow, exhale all my air, ground to earth, create inner fire, lighten, let go but always aspire to be stronger, fitter, joyful, faster, personally develop, become a self master. Water, fire, earth, metal, wood, ether everywhere, as even in the darkest night, the universe is connected in networks of ultraviolet light, now it’s time to share the recent poetry that I write.

The below selection of my recent poetry highlights that I’ve been revisiting the spiritual philosophy of Lao Tzu and the Tao Teh Ching. However, I was recently having a break and met a guy who had recently finished his thesis in poetry and surrealism. This has inspired me to also embrace the surrealism aspects of automatic writing and nonsensical juxtaposition which you’ll certainly find in the final poem below.

Potential

Someone needs to hear it
Maybe many, maybe few,
I haven’t reached my full potential
There’s more potential in you

In this world we become
What about us we believe
Think you’re smart or dumb
That’s what you’ll achieve

You’ve dreams, take action
Set a goal, make a plan
Take a step and make traction
To be a conscious human

Focus on your purpose
See what you’ll create
You get what you deserve
You deserve a life that’s great

You haven’t reached your full potential
Neither have I
This is elemental
You will fly before you die

Climb a mountain or a hill
Finish off your book
It only take your will
In the mirror you can look

Self reflect, don’t hide
Follow all your dreams
Go on a long train ride
Or lead a camel team

Someone needs to hear it
There’s more that you must do
Time to raise your spirit
Do what you’d love to do.

I’ll say it one more time
It is elemental
Everything will be fine
You have much potential.

Elements

Earth
We must be
Born of the Earth
Our home from our birth
We know no other place than here
Back to earth at the end
Just like you my friend
We all disappear
Into dust

Air
We breathe
Inhale the air
Surrounding us
Infinite Source everywhere
With the greatest of ease
Exhaling the air
We breathe.
Air

Water
We flow
As rivers snake
Never grasping, let go
As the rain falls give thanks
Once dry beds now flow over banks
Water is life of everyone we know
An ocean, the seas, lake
Waters flow
Rain, hail
Snow.

Fire
Desire
To burn
Unmitigated lust
Spontaneously combust
Erupt, burst into flames
Decarboxylation
Another name
For a flame
Red head
Fire

Ether
Ethereal
Do I ever feel you?
Sense you, taste you, smell you
I can’t show you
But know you
Ethereal
Brew

Pauses

Pauses…..
Improve……. Poetry delivery

Interupt…….. Anger
Impregnate…… Mom….ents
Of…..
Self reflection.

Pauses… Assist in the course of nature but…
Never……. Interfere in it.

A pause….is……never really there
A pause is……..
……
Nothing

Tao koan choZen

Know no good, know no bad
It is what it is neither happy nor sad

When the mystic masculine Yang
Knows the mystic feminine Yin
Begets the childish Innocence
Of Tao Teh Ching

The whole universe is between white and black
Obscurity in Fame, glory in humility
At the end each road begins a new track
All roads are connected in a network of Unity

Umbrellas do more than stop the rain
Breathing deeply increases Qi
The righteous never feign
Source is infinite energy

I cannot change the world
to conquer it as I see fit
The world would be spoiled
It’s not my business to change it

Some things happen slowly and others faster.
Some are vegan, or eat meat, bread and pasta
There’s tall, short, in between, trains late at the station
letting what you can’t control affect you causes anger and frustration

Water has no hands
Water must flow
It doesn’t hold the banks
Let the dam water go

The scholar learns more in everyway
Give me less knowledge but more serenity each day.
If I need to wait in line, please put me last
So that I can experience life as vast

The important part of each cup is where there is nothing
The important part of a home is where there is nothing
The important part of a door is where there is nothing
The important part of a shirt is where there is nothing.

Everything in nothing and nothing in everything.

Air Bender

There’s a Divine Energy that flows though you and me
That with consistent dedication and focus you can raise and it’s called Qi
It comes from a geometric connected field all around, is a Source
That animates all living things and provides life with a Force
It is an internal lightning and you can move it up and down
Absorb it from the Quantum field, send it flying all around
Learn meditation, breathing, get ligthe, flexible and light
As a Master Energy Bender you’ll spark up in the night
Then you can have access to the Source that gives Energy to me
Unblock, focus and raise, send sparks of lightning called Qi.

My personal surrealism revival

A fish and a frog, pig and a bulldog
Lived in a giant Gourd with both water and air
Each day the fish asked the dog, “may I plait your hair?”
The bulldog replied, with iths eyes agog,
“my hair isn’t long enough because I’m a bulldog”

The frog hopped off to the butcher shop and ordered a bone
Then the Pig began to eat a taxi driver’s hat
There was a knock at the gourd door and in walked a cat
That just started taking selfies with all the other animals smartphones
Then proceeded to lay out a barrier of traffic control cones.

The two suns became one and then split into three
The moon had absolutely no idea where to go
In the hottest part of the Sahara it began to snow
Here’s me with a Coke bottle lid flying over the ocean free
Needing $1 million to stop the monster eating 11 year old me.

Approaching the giant gourd OMG was all I could say
As an automatic landing pad appeared
To see if this was real I pitched myself, pulled my beard
I’m in a lucid dream, I’m sleeping but in a landing bay
So I materialized a Psytrance DJ and we danced for a night and day

A fish, frog, pig, bulldog, cat, DJ, also me
Called all of our friends and invited them to a dance
There were all kinds of animals and people wearing psychedelic pants
When the dance was over we flew home across the sea
You might Not believe it but I dream surreal and lucidly

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Meditation and transformational poetry

September 19, 2022 James Arthur Warren AKA Thundercloud Repairian

There are times especially when I meditate that poetry downloads occur which present basic truths in their simplicity. In fact it seems to me that most fundamental truths are simple, such as the hermetic principle of cause and effect. Often the statements and poetry are transformational realisations that come when I am meditating on someone with “stuck” thinking patterns that are causing pain. Recently there have been a few poems which are this way so I’m just going to dump them below in no particular order for your pondering pleasure.

De-pollution “Contrails or chem-trails the humidity is high Here in the mountains as jets cross the sky

Streaky like bacon in a sky cyan and azure

Whether contrails or chem-trails, neither are pure

Condensate clouds form to droplets of rain

With la Nina this rain brings flood and pain

Thunderclouds rolling across the down under

Desert plains greened after storm thunder

Washing away garbage, change left behind

Baggage is lost for a new state of mind

Normal never was exposed by rat test

Stress brings opportunity to become your best

Mooganar Thundercloud Lightning and rain

Rainbows bring opportunity for growth again” Thundercloud quotes

Fear of fear

Is fear of avocadoes called avophobia?

Did someone locked in a closet get claustrophobia?

Androphobia is fear of men, not only Andrew. Angropbobia is fear of anger but fear of thunder and fear of lightning is astraphobia not thunderphobia or lightningphobia.

What about fear of door-knockers? Jehovahphobia?Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia is obviously fear of long words. Invented by a troll.

Where’s my phone? Nomophobia. Fear of not having your phone…….. Venustraphobia is not as it seems but fear of beautiful women. While witches and witchcraft are obviously wiccaphobia.

Zuigerphobia isn’t quite so self explanatory, it kind of sucks, like fear of vacuum cleaners.

What about a fear of fear? Phobiaphobia…

Or does it cancel itself out because it is a double negative and become

Love

All

“There is no beginning because something always happened before.

There is no end because something will always happen after the end

If you close a door, you’re on one side of the door

When you walk around a corner you have gone around a bend

We can see only a fraction of the whole spectrum of light

We can only hear a fraction of the whole spectrum of sound

Without our filters it would be a bright and noisy nigh

We are connected as one with everything and all the energy around”

And now for something completely different

Life is about spirit

some won’t want to listen or hear it

but you can lift yourself up if you employ

a new attitude to life of acceptance, bliss, peace, joy

Decide get up from the lower negative emotional vibration

Release trauma from within and relax into Iration

Connect your heart and third eye to begin creation

Do everything or nothing with this information

Man, woman, other, girl or boy

POET

Poet once tried to describe the beauty of the entire Earth

Every day Poet wrote of poetry of lush green mountains filled with cotton wool Mist

Valleys filled with raging rivers and puffy clouds

Great walls and tiny fleas,

Rocks

Pebbles

Stones crystals and jewels

The flight of a raven

A murder of crows

Pyramids, Pythagoras and pixies

Brumbies and ponies running though the snow

Poet awoke each day in amazement and when Poet read their own poetry they thought of more beauty of the Earth that had not yet been written

Waterwalls tall and narrow, wide and raging

Autum colours

Bare skeletal branches in winter

Daffodils in spring

A golden sand beach with footprints

Walking along a path with sand between the toes

The taste of rain water

When poet though of how incredible the Earth is,

Poet’s heart was so filed with love for Earth that tears of joy welled up

often

This only inspired Poet more

For many years Poet wrote

But every day there was more

Jungles with vines, jaguars, anaconda

Pandas eating bamboo

Deserts, tundra and plains

Jagged peaks, gentle rolling green hills

White, red, yellow, brown cliffs

And more

But each day Poet awoke

Began to write

With gratitude

Thankyou for this planet

With the fresh blue air

For the water and the sun

The ocean to wash my hair

The rivers forests trees

Monkey, rainbows and bumble bees

Rivers rocks, fjords and lochs

Poet traveled far and wide to see the Earth

This only inspired Port more

Poet climbed hills swam oceans, reefs and with colourful coral fish

And wrote about it all.

One day Poet awoke

Poet walked out side

Poet had no pen or paper

Walked into the green field

Lay down

Watched a butterfly emerge from a cocoon

It was large, black with shimmerimg green, blues and violet patches in its wings

Poet closed their eyes

And relaxed

The ants and crows quickly devoured

Most of the flesh

And the maggots the rest

Poet lived a very very long life

More than 900 years

But Poet’s poetry lasted

… Forever.

Progress

“If you keep doing the same thing every day, very little about you will change, There will be minimal progress, improvement or personal development without habit change.

Your life will become mediocre, with resentment, self loathing and hate, but if you set a goal with passion and take action everyone can be great” Thundercloud Quotes, 2022

Extra Comments on Progress: “If you don’t imagine a better life and change your situation, then you’ll be resentful, angry, and live life in frustration”

“Every human has potential for continuous growth and creation, if they’d believe in themselves they can create any situation”

“The words we use to describe ourselves are true from our own perspective, so we must change the things we say about ourselves if we want to be self directive.”

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A Poetry Dump

September 5, 2022September 5, 2022 James Arthur Warren AKA Thundercloud Repairian

Just last night as I was going to bed, sitting there meditating I had a flash of an idea. I just remembered it so here goes.

Its a Poetry Dump

Wind chill factor

There’s no point yelling at the wind There’s no point crying about the rain The humidity, the heat or cold All weather comes again

The wind will blow on all of us Sometime in life we all have pain Rise to challenges don’t make a fuss You need to scrub to remove a stain

Cold exposure makes you stronger Wind, hail, rain and snowy weather Attitude determines who lives longer Loving souls memories live for ever

Light in dark and dark in light Without fear without frustration Sunrise and sets the day and night Gratitude for all situations

As one ends another cycle begins Nothing resting, vibrations and flow Yin Yang reflect fraternal twins It’s always cold when there’s snow

I won’t cry that the black swans fly Droughts break when it rains Snow comes in black clouds in the sky There are times you must unblock drains

6 Sigma

“Strength has flexibility, power, agility and speed. Fleas bit dinosaurs on the nose, eyes and knees If you’re dedicated, consistent, take an extra step each day Make adjustments and improvements in every single way Delayed gratification to achieve a long term goal and plan Of Personal development to become a six sigma man”

Non-Sense

“Sometimes you have to be prepared to say THAT’S NONSENSE and then just walk away” Thundercloud Quotes

Passion for Poetry

I have developed a passion for poetry. Each word written is a seed Sowed in a forest of minds growing trees

Awake and asleep I fashion my poetry Affecting those who read Prose, some meter, and rhymes flow free

The poets of the past all speak to me Metaphor that heal or bleed Graphic depiction of crimes historically

Cathartic affecting all emotionally Unshackled truth becomes freed Prophetic, grammatical, syntactic poetry

I’m just a poet bird in a big poet tree Into my head poetry I feed I defecate poetry and piss poetry

Cook it in my mind, consume poetry Poetry I love, crave and need Poetry is a healthy obsession for me

A Kick

On the National Register of Unremarkable People There’s men named John, Paul, Steve, Jim, Peter Women named Jessie , Chrissy, Shelly, Kate, Sharon Barbara, Mary, Sarah, Kate and of course Karen

Every night the Unremarkable People all get pissed When they pass away we celebrate they are not missed With Unremarkable lives they contribute a little bit But mostly leech off others, watch TV, smartphones or sit.

The Unremarkable People have all been heaven sent As example how not to live and how life shouldn’t be spent Hedonistic drifters without plans in self dug holes As opposed to planned success and achieving goals

But you can be remarkable if you take some action Proactive plans with goals and passion always makes traction With a definite purpose you’ll be successful and achieve Anything you imagine with action and self belief.

Interesting

“Life is a set of ( brackets) within an infinite soul, growth of spirit is the goal. Life is an adventure not to be missed. Ascending spirits pass through peace, joy and bliss. Life can be boring or interesting. It’s all your a free choice and that’s the best thing. ” Thundercloud Quotes

Cho-Zen

“The world can make you laugh or the world can make you cry, Feed you, and nurture you, the world can make you die You can be a boy, girl, man, woman, other, cat, monkey, hen Do you let the world affect you or wash over you, be zen.” Thundercloud quotes

Beware of the Goat

I went for a ride on my trike tonight There were so many different animals in flight

Oh goodness me, SH. T and F#CK I just got hit by a low flying duck

Next thing I know, yes it’s true I got hit by a flying goose too

After that I thought they were gone. When I rode into a flying black swan

At the last moment from the corner of my eye I ducked as along came a Magpie

Next thing, I don’t know how, I got hit by a swooping cow

Things got crazy and rather big When I got hit by a flying pregnant pig

Then a flying hippopotamus, a flying rhinoceros Then the rain fell down and washed away the lot of us

From the sky fell a million green frogs After that it was raining cats and dogs

Animals were raining everywhere Falling from the sky into my hair

An idea flashed, I knew what to do, I put a fence up and built a zoo

You’re welcome to visit if you like I’ll take you for a tour on my trike

But please be very careful in the zoo Not to tread in elephant poo.

One last thing, bring a rain coat He doesn’t swoop but there’s a pissing flying goat

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Acres of Diamonds

June 20, 2022 James Arthur Warren AKA Thundercloud Repairian

There is an African parable about a farmer who sells his farm to go searching for diamonds which he never finds meanwhile the man who bought his farm find diamonds on the very farm that the first man sold.

There's a little patch of calm in an ocean of panic
Selling off the family farm our farmer is a tragic
He going on a search for a diamond studded land
When he finds his fortune, won't his life be grand?
Searching high and low will he ever find his treasure? 
One day will he  know a life of wealth and pleasure?
Trodding up and down on the search for Easy Street
He's a desk jockey and clown, the betting house his beat
Why he sold the farm many thought he was insane
Depressed and without charm, going down the drain
Never found his fortune, he's going off his head
Life never played his tune, and he ended up dead

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In an Ocean of panic there's a little patch of calm
Where Farmer Obananic bears the work of his new bought farm
Working hard, tills the field and carries water from the creek
So he gets a good crop yield and just the other week
He was walking in the creek and found a shiny rock
He forgot it for a week because he stored it in his sock
But he showed it to a friend who told him what he found
The farm he bought had acres of diamonds lying round.

So the moral of the story, just stop and look around 
You may just have a priceless antique sitting on the ground
And even better you've the brains to do what's in your head
Find your little patch of calm and don't panic or be dead
You've everything you need to create a life of thrival
Or you can look externally and live life in survival
Chasing rainbow ends, find hail and slime on
Or STOP. Look around you're sitting on diamonds.

I heard this story earlier in the week and decided to rewrite it in poetry rhyming couplet form. I have been also contemplating how this story might apply to my life. What diamonds am I sitting on? Rare books? Antiques?

AhHa! My unpublished poetry? My unpublished children’s books like Happy Harry Koala? The Australian Poetry Hall of Fame? All the above and more. Yes it is true, which makes me think “I’d better create some products from my writing and art. I’m sitting on acres of diamonds”

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