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Andy Banjo Player

James Arthur Warren AKA Thundercloud Repairian

The Banjo Paterson Bush Poetry Festival in Orange, New South Wales begins on the 17th of February. There are a number of events happening throughout Orange and the surrounding district until the 24th of February 2019.

Events include The Banjo Paterson Bush Poetry Competition which I am entering a poem titled “Our Darling is Dying”. There is also Rotary Brekky and Poetry on the Pavers as well as Poetry in the Pub featuring the Poet’s Brawl. In the poets brawl, poets have one minute to deliver any original poem, bush, slam, rhyming, non-rhyming but must use both the words “Banjo” and “Orange”.

“Andy Banjo Player” is the poem I have written for the “poets brawl”, tell me what you think in the comments.

Andy played a banjo with an orange and he played it very bad

It made a juicy squishy sound and it drove his mother mad

Orange juice went everywhere and pith and peel too

The ants came by the millions and the fruit flies flew

He played with so much gusto and a lot of zeal

Grated it and juiced, he was left with orange peel

Only when he ran out of juice did Andy’s playing stop

So he ran out to a fruit stall and bought a kilo from the shop

Playing “Orange Crush”, the song from REM

Played every single orange till he’d juiced all of them

Bottled it and marketed it and only told the truth

Under the trade make of Andy’s Banjo Orange Juice

Copyright 2019

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poetry, writing

The Lost Poetry from 2011

James Arthur Warren AKA Thundercloud Repairian

It’s Christmas eve in Nimbin and yesterday I was invited to an interview and reading of my selected poetry at 2NCR 92.9fm (link to live stream) Northern Rivers Community Radio in Lismore. Before I left, I went back to get a couple of copies of my books, “Love in Nimbin” and “Lust in Nimbin” to give to the presenters.

I grabbed my books and saw my box full of handwritten notebooks. I randomly opened the note book called “Do what you love” and there was two “lost poems” from 2017 that I had missed adding to my books when I hurriedly published them for Mardi Grass 2018. The poems I found were one about and experience I had when I first arrived in Nimbin. The other poem was one that I had written at a Medical Cannabis wotkshop during a symposium put on by the Hemp Embassy in Nimbin. This has inspired me to add these two poems to the second and revised editions of Love in Nimbin and Lust in Nimbin.

I am pretty careful with the storage of my manuscripts and this episode reminded me that I need to continue with my storage practices so that I leave behind a legacy of the original writing.

This morning, I awoke on the 24th of December, Christmas Eve and Facebook reminded me of a seven year old post which was one of my early poems that I had totally forgotten about. I will publish this poem in one of my upcoming books, however I have also decided to share it with you as a gift of love to hopefully put a smile on your face.

On the table.
He laid her on the table.
So white and clean and bare.
His forehead wet with beads of sweat.
He rubbed her here and there.
He touched her neck and then her breast.
And then drooling felt her thigh.
The slit was wet and all was set,
He gave a joyous cry.
The hole was wide…he looked inside.
All was dark and murky.
He rubbed his hands and stretched his arms…
And then he stuffed the turkey.

Humour, Life lessons, writing

The Dictionary

James Arthur Warren AKA Thundercloud Repairian

The dictionary

Look it up in a dictionary”, I said IMAG9931

A what?

Dictionary, it’s a book that has every word in it

Like the internet?

Yeah but just words and their definitions

Like Google?

No Ads

Paper?

And Words

Like what do you mean?

A dictionary is a book that lists all the words in a language and their meanings, usually in alphabetical order. It can give the equivalent word in another language as well as their usage and examples. A dictionary can also give you the pronunciation, origin and grammatical usage whether it is a noun, verb, particle, conjunction, preposition, adjective or adverb.

What’s a verb?

It’s a doing word describing an action but I suggest you look it up……….. in a dictionary.

I don’t have a dictionary but I’ve got a smart phone with Google

Here, use my pocket dictionary. IMAG9929

You must have big pockets.

Nah just normal sized ones.

Well that dictionary won’t fit into anyone’s pockets that I know but my smartphone does. Why is it called that?

I don’t know. Let’s look it up in the dictionary. ………. I can’t seem to find it.

“OK Google why is a pocket dictionary called a pocket dictionary when it doesn’t fit in a pocket?”

Well?……

Nothing. It seems even Google can’t answer everything.

Look! Here! In my Pocket Oxford Dictionary under pocket it says pocketbook a small case for papers

“OK Dictionary guy…. define Google”

I can do that without a dictionary and this one was written before the internet existed so no Google.

Life lessons, poetry

Legend of the Bombagund

James Arthur Warren AKA Thundercloud Repairian

Earth 2020, A story of the future time.

#DisruptTS19

WAR

Makes Me MAD.

Seeing dying children.

Makes me very SAD.

Little Yemeni children are dying eveyday because of the greed of the rich while in Evans Head (Goanna Headland) the Military Industrial Children Killing Complex will play.

WAR GAMES in joint military exercises between the US and Australia. Talisman Sabre 2019. Why?

To practice for killing more children in Yemen, Palestine, Nigeria, Venezuela, Congo, Sudan, or wherever decided by these fraudulently elected, white supremacist, elite Sith Overlords supported by storm troopers and drones who are led like sheep to the slaughter.

ALL in the name of PROFITS

PROFITS for the ultra rich who don’t actually need anything more.

The Ultra Rich who suffer the most insidious disease of Obsessive Compulsive Hoarding of wealth with delusions of Grandeur of their “God given” supremacy. God doesn’t even exist.

Rant Switch OFF.

Legend of the Bombagund was written in 2017 about a post war, post military industrial complex world where people live in peace and harmony with each other and nurture all living things. The End of the Bluereds is the supporting piece which delves deeper into the military Industrial Complex. I shall attempt to post is in the near future.

Introduction

Henceforth the sloothan warp was hest

No more warp kiell est

Legend of the Bombagund

Peace now reigns but the rivs were blud

 

Over there in future Earth

Father tells his son a story

“Long ago the rivs were blud”

“This story will be gory”

 

“Henceforth the sloothan warp was hest

No more warp kiel est

Legend of the Bombagund

Peace now reigns but the rivs were blud

disruptTS19

 

Warrender came in a gust of whoosh

Against no warp did he push

The pushers and their rivs a blud

All lay down the bombagun
The bombagun henceforth no gotten

But the rivs a blud are not forgotten

The peace now rigns not the bombagund

Warps rivs a blud no longer run

 

Henceforth the sloothan warp will never

Warp kiell est no more ever

Legend of the bombagund

Peace now reigns and the rivs are love

 

Warrender stood between the others

He said, “Hey warps, kiell me yor brutha”

The Warps they answered, “Why? But no”

“There’s rivs a blud on the sand and snow”

 

“ These bombagund no need have gotten

but the rivs a blud are not forgotten”

Warrender came to heal the Earth

And the rivs now run clear rainbow birth

 

Henceforth they stopped the rivs a blud

And the rivs now flowing rivs a love

Warrender stopped the Bombagund

And the rivs a blud no longer run

 

“ Tell me dad. What’s a Bombagund?”

“Twas a machine to make the rivs a blud run son”

 

Henceforth the sloothan warp was hest

No more warp kiell est

Legend of the Bombagund

The rivs now flow clear rainbow love

 

Legend of the Bombagund Part 2

Boloxum flumoxed through the air

The sound of skringing everywhere

The smell of scrotch upon the nose

The sprooshelness it stained the clothes

 

Warrender Whoosshed into the land

There was rivs a blud upon the sand

Warrender called “ Hey Warps! Yes. You!”

“The Bombagund is kielling you”

 

The Warps answered “We don’t want no more.”

“The rivs a blud or bluddy warp.”

“We do not think that warp is funny,

But we’ve invested lots of money.

 

“How can we stop the Bombagund

So the rivs a blud no longer run?”

Warrender said, “The Bombagund put them down”

“Make a huge pile far from town”

“Ground them down and make no Warp

Destroy Bombagunds forever more

They piled the Bombagunds up high

A giantzilla pile up to the sky

 

They took the biggest Bombagund

The very last unrusty one

Warrender flew above the pile

Warrender and the Warps all smiled

 

They dropped that last big Bombagun

The very last unrusty one

Then the bombagund was never more

The rivs of blud upon the shore

 

They stopped and never ran again

The Warps they all became good friends

Henceforth the sloothan warp was hest

A pile of molten metal was left

 

Warrender stopped the Warps somehow

They made robots, tools and homes and ploughs

No rivs a blud across the Earth

Just peace and love a new rebirth

 

Henceforth they stopped the Bombagunds

Warps rivs a blud no longer run

The sloothan warp was gone forever

The Bombagun kiell est no more ever

 

Warrender stopped the kielling and fear

And the Bombagunds all disappeared

Warrender left when the warp was over

And the rivs a blud washed from the clover

 

The grass was green, the snow was white

There were no Bombagund flashes at night

Boloxum cleared from the sky

The singing birds were heard up high

 

The acrid skroortch it left the nose

The rivs were clean to wash the clothes

 

Henceforth the sloothan warp was hest

No more warp kiell est

Legend of the Bombagund

Peace now reigns and the rivs are no longer blud

Legend of the Bombagund Part 3

The Warp began so long ago

No Warp could remember no blood on the snow

No Warp could remember how it began

Or a reason for why the rivs a blud ran

 

The Warps were divided into two teams

The red and the blue ununited it seems

Warrender could see through this fake separations

Of the haves and havenots  and the patriot nations

 

Warrender could see through the blue-red warp fear

That their profits would be lower if Bombagunds disappear

The Bombagund makes all people frighted

The rivs a blud on the snow make us very ununited

 

“If you must kiell est, kiell me” Warrender called

“If you want blood on the sand, I’m willing to fall

I stand here a human between two Warp Teams

Blow me into pieces, make me into baked beans”

 

“The Blue Warps and Red Warps, why is you fighted?

You are human like me, why ununited?

My blood it runs red and blue in my veins

We all bleed the same, we all feel pains

 

The sloothan warp was hest not grand

The blood washed from the snow and sand

The solution is simple, it’s called NOTARM

Warrender yelled out, “It’s do no harm”

 

Notarm the people on the Earth

Notarm each other a new peaceful rebirth

Henceforth Notarm and all sit united

Compassionate solutions not selfish fighted

 

Henceforth no blud be spilled on ground

We’ll sit in love all gathered round

No warps, no more, no Bombagund

And the rivs a blud will no longer run

 

We’ll hest the sloothan warp hence now

No more kiell est somehow

Destroy every single bombagund.

So the rivs as blud no longer run.


Henceforth the sloothan warp was hest

No more warp kiell est

Legend of the Bombagund

Peace now reigns and the rivs are love

The Last Bombagund

Hakido walked towards the sun

He looked about and did not run

At night he’d sleep upon the ground

Boyhood was lost and manhood found

 

He’d swim in creeks, eat from the land

Till he came to the ancient forest grand

The leaves were high the trees were tall

The rainforest birds gave a welcome call

 

The canopy closed with no sunlight

The little hairy men came out at night

“Hakido you’ll come with us

We want to show you this old bus

 

“The bus is hidden in a cave

You’re a man now you can be brave

They walked up to the sacred mountain

The thunder clouds rained down a fountain

 

The cave was huge, cathedral rocks

Of stalactites, crystal outcrops

Hakido was despeeched. Eyes didn’t deceive

Twas a machine Hakido could not perceive

 

He said to the little men, “Why you trick us?”

What is this machine? It is not a bus

“You brought me in here what is this found?

Is this the very last Bombagund I have found?”

 

He picked up the Bombagund he walked outside

He aimed it. He fired it. The forest was fried

A skringing sound, sprushelness, boloxum and splatter

The forest black flattened like a nuclear flatter

 

Hakido screamed when he opened his eyes

He’d never experienced such bad-surprise

The Bombagund scroortch made a big dis-inter-figure

A crater and boloxum dust when he pulled the trigger.

 

It cut through the forest blackened and fried.

Left a scar and a crater 500m wide

Hakido yelled, “My eyes don’t deceive

Death and destruction, dead Earth I perceive

 

“Is this the very last Bombagund I have found?”

“This must be destroyed, must be broken down.

It’s not my decision. It belongs to the tribe.”

We must sit in circles collective decide”

 

“This Bombagund thing is a kiell est machine

If it gets out people might become mean

We’ve peace now on Earth we all live with love

This Bombagund thing could destroy all of the above

 

Hakido put it back into the cave

The hairy men said, “you are so brave.”

Hakido returned home from his walk about

A man now the tribe gave a joyous shout

 

Henceforth I have decision news.

There’s one Bombagund  left. No lies. I tell trues

Decision time now. We must be brave

I left it hidden up there in the cave

 

Thundercloud daddo tell us Hakido said

The Legend of the Bombagund. The one in your head

Tell us about the Bombagund I have found

Thundercloud gathered the whole tribe around

 

Henceforth from before Thundercloud sayed

The blue and red warp games with Bombagunds played

Bombagund machines came from Warps who supplied

The sloothan warp, rivs a blud so many died.

 

It all came down to just one man

The one called Warrender who whooshed into the land

Between the Blue and the Red Warps he stood all alone

And he brought World Peace to the Earth all on his own

 

Henceforth the sloothan warp was hest

No more warp Kiell est

Legend of the Bombagund

Peace now reigns but the rivs were blood

 

Life lessons

Mardi Grass and Prohibition

James Arthur Warren AKA Thundercloud Repairian

In the first weekend in May is Australia’s biggest Cannabis Law reform rally, Mardi Grass. There are workshops, smoke ins, entertainment and food. It’s a great weekend in Nimbin so book your accommodation now.

This year I will be appearing as one of the MC’s and filling in some of the “in between space” with interesting bits and pieces of poetry along the lines of Helping to End Marijuana Prohibition.  The following piece was written during one of the weekend Medical Cannabis workshops that are held quarterly in Nimbin.

Here’s a poem called medicine

If you were the parent of a child who was sick would you give Cannabis to your son named Rick

If you were the wife of a man with cancer would you give cannabis as a life enhancer.

If you see a doctor and you knew a cure pharmaceutical poisons or a herb that’s pure.

If alcohol does harm but healing why are they dropping cannabis dealing.

If an healing Herb heals not harms why does the government twist our arms.

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Life lessons, poetry, writing

A New World Order

James Arthur Warren AKA Thundercloud Repairian

Good bye ScoMo, Trump, Macron, Elizabeth, Netanyahu and the Pope elect.
This year will be the fall of you, my prediction is correct.
We the people call you out and demand that you step down
Your ponzi thieving system is going to be torn down.

An Illuminati puppet with an invisible hand up bum,
A troll to scare the people but only fooling some,
Prime Minister or President or Premier of the land
Re presenting oligarchic interests your deception is not so grand

We the people call you out, you’re Empires all will fall
For your fear wars don’t cut it so we’ll tear down your Southern Wall
Racist figures sit in Towers, Emperors without clothes
Psychopathic sociopaths everybody knows

The truth is that you are human and no different to us all
Not God’s elect, Not Elite nor Illuminated at all
Your hoarding and your greed is an obsessive schism
Turn upside down your pyramid scheme, anarcho-syndaclism.

Redistribute all the wealth of banks and corporations
Share the common lands, no land ownership in Nations.
Guarantee that everyone has a home and healthy food
Free energy for all and health care that is good.

But you corporate office puppets you’d better listen here
Corrupt political leaders , this will be your last year.
Your representative democracies aren’t re presenting me
Destroy the system and create Direct Social Democracy

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Mermaid Juice

James Arthur Warren AKA Thundercloud Repairian

Sitting at home this Sunday morning and my partner says something that sounds like “mermaid juice.” OK, I think to myself, there is something funny about that and I begin to write.

Mermaid Juice

“I think I’d like a mermaid juice.” The great white shark said

So she blended up a mermaid and the mermaid juice was red.

“I was feeling pretty funny because I ate a clown

But mermaid juice has fixed my tummy since I drank it down

Now I’ve had my mermaid juice, I want some toast and cheese

But I can’t leave the water, can you call Uber please?

I’d really like a sandwich on some bread that’s brown

I love Uber eats when they bring food down

Thanks for bringing my food but I’m not a fan of bread

She opened up her mouth, bit off the Uber drivers head

Great White Shark was happy with good food in her tummy

An uber driver and a clown and mermaid juice so yummy

There is one more thing, I want some more to eat

So she called the cops and ate some raw pig meat. 

 

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The sounds of silence

James Arthur Warren AKA Thundercloud Repairian

In my daily morning meditations, I often contemplate the noise in the silence and have never found a truely quiet place. I’ve spent the last few years travelling and in the bush after living in the city in Brisbane for eleven years. In the bush the noise of the insects, frogs and birds can be almost deafening especially on a hot summer’s day when the cicadas are all singing in harmony. However the city is totally different, at 4am in the morning there is a silence of the natural world due to the loss of biodiversity in the city but the unnatural sounds are there. A motor hum, a buzz, a ping, wi-fi, creaky door, squeaky floor, drone, drone, drone, drone, drone, drone. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

NOISE NOISE NOISE NOISE NOISE NOISE NOISE

The silence is within you. Silence is an awarerness of noise.

The sounds of silence

Quieten your mouth and just sit on down

Hear the silence is filled full of noise

With an awareness of all that goes on around

Distant school ground, hear yelling boys

A barking dog, birdsong, and a car driving by

A cricket, a frog, dripping tap

In silence there’s noise of the wind in the sky

The words in my head are a rap

I turned off the tap and dripping noise ceased

A truck’s airbrake gave a loud groan

A trickling creek, the waves on the beach

Loud music in somebody’s home

But silence is just an awareness of noise

When sitting in peace and in quiet

I found silence in me and outside is the noise

Even in the middle of the night. 

Copyright 2019 James Arthur Warren

 

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