Since I was 19 years old I’ve been passionate about ending prohibition of drugs. This book is the result of three years of living in Nimbin where the effects of the drug was and prohibition are obvious and shoved in your face daily.
Poetry to End Prohibition Nimbin Mardi Grass 2017
These effects caused by the systemic violence of the antiquated policy of drug prohibition include state violence, violence in the streets and massive amounts of self abuse and denial because of “fear of truth” and lack of harm reduction policy and programs.
So, if you want a free book to read on one of the most important health policy changes that can be implemented this year in 2020 then you need to read this and send a copy to every politician that you know because it is FREE and we need to make a change.
To celebrate 420 day.
I am giving away FREE my 3rd poetry book in the “Love and Lust in Nimbin” series for you
To celebrate the release of “Love in Nimbin Edition 2” I am giving it away for FREE as an ebook for 5 days from 13th of March 2020 to the 17th of March 2020.
It started on a Friday in a land not far away and the idea spread like wildfire and they began anew that day.
He stood up in a market place and read out his idea
“Lets Unify the Whole Planet and make all borders disappear”
“Let’s eliminate all scarcity and ensure a more than a basic wage”
“Let’s have a single Global Currency for Living, commerce and trade”
“Let’s eliminate all Nations, Passports, Visas, Border Walls”
“Let’s close all the armies, navies, airforces too and have no weapons at all”
And as he planted seeds his crowd it grew and grew
until the Whole World was listening not just one or two
He said, Everyone can have free energy, renewable and then we all will thrive
“When we end all governments will be a great day to be alive”
“Do no harm and nurture all and simplify all laws”
“Support and love all people and lift up all the poor”
Have a governance of things based on compassion and doing no harm
Then all people can live in love without fear, in security, without alarm”
Let’s make all food organic, all medicine for free,
free public transport, free schools and homes and life will be easy
“All people just want love, security, happiness and compassion
To create a life of love where all can thrive and live in passion
One Friday afternoon the man stood up and said
He told them his Ideas and world wide they spread
The following poetry was written by James Arthur Warren AKA Thundercloud in memory of Daniel Walmsley, victim of prohibition. Early one morning, the day before the Nimbin Mardi Grass cannabis law reform protestival I walked outside in the dark as the first light was coming. I heard the tawny frogmouth and listened. Then I went inside and wrote down what came to mind. This happened two more times and now I present the words of the wise owl to you.
There is an indigenous belief that tawny frogmouths are messengers of the dead. This spirit bird crowed three times, before the roosters and the kookaburra early in the morning. When the cock crows three times the truth is told.
The Tawny Frogmouth On Prohibition
The tawny frogmouth came to me very late last night
It was very early morning and it spoke very quiet
“I’ve something important to say and this is my position
Humans will not be free until you END PROHIBITION
I’m a tawny frogmouth owl and I see your frustration
With the punitive justice drug war of incarceration
77,000 non criminal users each year locked and jailed
And crime rates have risen the drug war has failed
80 percent of the injustice system is wasted each year
Locking up people for flowers you people are queer
It is obvious to all that prohibition has failed
When you can harm minimise and empty half the jails
Make access safe and clean drugs a right
Save billions of taxpayers dollars overnight
The police could focus on violent crime
Harm minimisation means there’s less people dying
Harm minimisation means that you support the abusers
Educate and rehabilitate the hard drug abusers
Less Overdoses and violent crime gangs will fade away
Grow herbs freely at home, juice cannabis each day
It is obvious to us that you must End Prohibition
Call all politicians today is your mission
And explain all the benefits of ending the war
On drugs, children, the sick, elderly and poor
Write emails, make videos, protest and shout
End prohibition, let the prisoners out
Time to end prohibition and the drug war
On the socially vulnerable, sick, black and poor
It makes me so mad I’m usually so quiet
Said the tawny frogmouth, I want to sleep now it’s light
The Tawny Frogmouth part 2
The tawny frogmouth came to me early in the morning
As the clouds turned red, as the sun was dawning
The wise old owl hooted and the words he spoke were true
“I’m a tawny frogmouth owl, this is what you need to do”
“Write down what I tell you, what I have to say,
It’s time you humans ended all drug prohibition today
Us tawny frogmouth owls are spirits of the dead
Who died from overdoses and systemic violence” he said
“I know you find it weird and difficult to believe
But tawny frogmouth owls are loved ones that you grieve”
“That is why I’m here with my message for you
Ending Prohibition will save loved ones lives it’s true
I’m a tawny frogmouth owl and I really give a hoot
Prohibition harms but harm minimization is beaut”
I stood there quietly listening to what the wise owl said
“End all prohibition and harm minimization instead
When you end all prohibition everything will be alright
Maybe then” the tawny frogmouth said, “I’ll get some sleep at night”
A kookaburra came in the light of early morning
“Listen to the tawny frogmouth, listen to his warning”
“To end all prohibition and empty half the jails
Change your outdated laws because prohibition has failed”
The kookaburra flew off laughing “Prohibition is a failure”
End all prohibition, hurry up Australia”
The Tawny Frogmouth part 3
The tawny frogmouth owl came to me again
Said, “I’ve got a very important message for you my friend
I’ve come to visit you early in the morning
Because you are the one who will sound my warning
We wise owls think you humans are very strange
You seem so conservative and reluctant to embrace change
Your outdated laws are causing much frustration
Time to End Prohibition and change this situation
It isn’t rocket science in fact is plain to see
That your prohibition laws take people’s rights to be
Healthy, free and happy and lock them in a prison
Jails full of poor and black, incarceration rates have risen
Mummy went to jail, Nana went there too
All because of the herbal cannabis they grew
Prohibition is an attack on human rights
It is such an injustice, I have trouble sleeping at night
Humans do you get it? I do I’m an owl
Adopt harm minimization and end prohibition now
Prohibition is social manipulation, slavery in disguise
Prohibition causes violent crime to rise
When prohibition exists people live in fear
Of truth and being caught, imprisoned for a year
Please call your politicians the tawny frogmouth said
When you harm minimise, I can go to bed
Please reconsider your perspective on prohibition of drugs
Free the plants and herbs and undercut the thugs
When you end prohibition there will be a reduction in crime
With harm minimization, there will be less parents crying
When you end prohibition billions of dollars will be saved
Less cops, prisons, lawyers, deaths, more health and happiness every day
I have nearly finished, I’ll try to have a sleep
But I find it very difficult because I often weep
For the victims of the drug war, those overdosed and dead
Brothers, sisters, children’s deaths preventable he said
I’m a tawny frogmouth owl and there is something you must do
Harm minimise, end prohibition now what I’m saying is true
Everyone can see prohibition is a failure
End prohibition now change is good Australia
There is one more thing, you cannot waste your vote
Put a 1 next to the HEMP PARTY in the Senate when you vote.”
#auspol #EndProhibition #MinimiseHarm #Vote1HEMP
Thundercloud’s book End Prohibition Poetry Nimbin
has been updated and added to in this
2020
This poem and many more are available in my newest book Poetry to End Prohibition 420 2020 edition which I am currently crowd funding to print and release the book by the 20th of April 2020 in time for the 420 international day of protest against prohibition.
James Arthur Warren (BSc AES, GCTSL, MTESOL)
AKA Thundercloud Repairian
email:1english1@gmail.com
Writer, poet, performer and finalist in the 2019 Banjo Paterson Australian Poetry Competition
Photo: Tawny Frogmouth in front of Atlantis by James Arthur Warren https://www.instagram.com/1english1video/
Read on to find out about my newest book End Prohibition Poetry Nimbin Mardi Grass 2019 released especially for the cannabis law reform rally in Nimbin, New South Wales, Australia,
I arrived in Nimbin in early May 2017 for Mardi Grass and met another newcomer to Nimbin by the name of Daniel Walmsley. Daniel was a kind young man in his mid twenties and talented artist who had just received an arts grant. He was excited to be able to do what he loved and be paid for it. Unfortunately for Daniel he overdosed and choked in his vomit early one Saturday morning. I happened to be going for an early morning walk when I came across a nurse trying to resuscitate Daniel and gave assistance
The following poem is dedicated to the memory of Daniel and all the victims of the “War on drugs” which is really a war on people who were not able to get safe doses when they were self medicating because of the punitive justice system which puts “users” in to “fear of truth”, hiding their addictions and unable to get assistance in recovery. Daniel Walmsley
It started on a cold Friday
The drumming circle, dance and play
All the families gathered around
Barefoot on the cold hard ground
Drummers drumming having fun
Stomping feet down goes the sun
Fires burning in the parks
Shooting stars and burning sparks
Rhythmic hands all beat it out
The drumming circle dance about
Nimbin on a Friday night
Drum and dance by fire light
They bring their drums out to the street
Where dancing feet move to the beat
Dreadlocks smokes it clean and green
He beats his blue drum with the team
Down by the fire at the Oasis
There’s lots of friends and friendly faces
Try this hit, it won’t hurt you
He overdoses and starts to spew
Starts the walk to hospital
“I’m OhDee-ing” He starts to call
Falls down to the cold hard ground
In his vomit starts to drown
Nurse and passers by all thump
On his heart they start to pump
“Call an ambulance” they cry
“Daniel, Daniel, please don’t die
CPR the people start
Giving breath and pumping heart
Police and ambulance arrived
For forty five minutes we all tried
Sun comes up cold Saturday
Daniel’s soul flies away
Leaving behind broken hearts
Drawing and paintings of Daniel’s arts
Overdosed on cold concrete
Laying dead with cold bare feet
End prohibition right now, today
Harm minimisation saves lives we say
Laying on the cold hard ground
His heart stopped and just shut down
His life might be a memory
End prohibition for safety
Thundercloud’s new book End Prohibition Poetry Nimbin Mardi Grass 2019
Dedicated to the memory of Daniel Walmsley
Specially produced for Mardi Grass, I have copies of my new book now available, End Prohibition Poetry Nimbin Mardi Grass 2019 for $10+$2.50 postage in Australia.
It’s only available directly from me so send me an email 1english1@gmail.com if you would like a copy or pop in to fantAsian Eatery Nimbin to pick up a copy.
Sample
If you were the parent of a child who was sick would you give cannabis to your son named Rick?
If you were a wife of a man with cancer would you give cannabis as a life enhancer?
If you were a doctor and you knew a cure, pharmaceutical poisons or a herb that’s pure?
If a harmless herb can heal many people why is it registered, licensed, illegal?
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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I’ve just been playing around with ChatGPT, an Artificial Intelligence app which writes pretty much whatever you ask it. I’ve had it create a 3 day poetry festival event management plan, and a draft program, a marketing and advertising plan, a list of 10 Australian Poetry Societies and organisations and more.
I decided to get it to do more complex tasks and ended up with the following two questions and associated answers. :
Create a list of topics to cover in a 2 hour workshop on poetry performance
Create a list of topics to cover in a 2 hour workshop about “Writing from Personal Experience”
Next I wanted to see if it could research and “write 1000 word essay about the history of surrealism poetry” and sure enough right before my very eyes it began to write the following 1000 word essay. The following 1000 words were created at https://chat.openai.com/chat by asking the following question.
Surrealism is a cultural and artistic movement that emerged in the early 20th century. It is characterised by a focus on the subconscious, the irrational, and the fantastical, and is known for its use of symbolism, metaphor, and other literary devices to create a sense of disorientation and dreamlike imagery. In poetry, surrealism is known for its use of free association, symbolism, and a disregard for traditional forms, syntax and grammar.
The origins of surrealism can be traced back to the early 20th century, with the publication of the French poet André Breton’s “Surrealism and Painting” in 1924. In this book, Breton defined surrealism as “pure psychic automatism, by which one proposes to express, either verbally, in writing, or by any other manner, the real functioning of thought.” This definition was a rejection of traditional forms of poetry and art, which Breton felt were too limited in their ability to express the full range of human experience.
One of the key figures in the early days of surrealism was the poet and artist Guillaume Apollinaire. Apollinaire was a major influence on the development of surrealism, and his work was characterised by its use of free association, symbolism, and a disregard for traditional forms. His poem “The Joy of Life” is considered to be one of the earliest examples of surrealist poetry.
Another key figure in the early days of surrealism was the poet Paul Eluard. Eluard’s poetry is characterised by its use of symbolism and metaphor, and its focus on the subconscious and the irrational. He is considered to be one of the most important poets of the surrealist movement, and his work continues to be widely read and studied today.
The first official Surrealist group was founded in Paris in 1924, led by André Breton. The group was composed of poets, artists, and intellectuals who shared a common interest in the subconscious, the irrational, and the fantastical. The group held regular meetings and exhibitions, and their work was characterised by its use of free association, symbolism, and a disregard for traditional forms.
Surrealism quickly spread beyond France and became a global movement, with groups forming in countries such as Belgium, Spain, and the United States. In the United States, the poet and artist Wallace Stevens is considered to be one of the major figures of the American Surrealist movement. His poetry is characterised by its use of symbolism, metaphor, and a disregard for traditional forms, and it continues to be widely read and studied today.
Surrealism had a profound impact on the world of poetry, and it continues to be a major influence on poets today. The focus on the subconscious, the irrational, and the fantastical has led to a renewed interest in the power of symbolism and metaphor in poetry, and many poets continue to explore these themes in their work. The use of free association, symbolism, and a disregard for traditional forms has also led to a renewed interest in experimental forms of poetry, such as concrete poetry and visual poetry.
In conclusion, Surrealism poetry is a cultural and artistic movement that emerged in the early 20th century characterised by a focus on the subconscious, the irrational, and the fantastical, and is known for its use of symbolism, metaphor, and other literary devices to create a sense of disorientation and dreamlike imagery. The movement was led by André Breton in France, and quickly spread globally to have a profound impact on the world of poetry, influencing poets and artists to this day. With its disregard for traditional forms and syntax, it has led to a renewed interest in experimental forms of poetry.
Now for the bit that you are waiting for: Actual Surrealism poetry. Last week I wrote a bit about a psychedelic cow and I think thats about the most surreal thing that I’ve written recently.
She was a cow
In the here and now
Ate a lot of grass
Let it pass out her ass
Every day she ruminated
As she was so fated
She’d walk to the shed
Milked, and fed
But her world went BOOM
One day when she found and ate a mushroom
Became a psychedelic cow
Didn’t understand how
Life became so great
She began to create
Cow poetry, and art
Continued to fart
And belch methane
But inside her brain
We’re so many thoughts
Like, “why don’t cows play ball sports?”
A psychedelic cow
Had horns on her brow
Loved to surf
Farmed her own turf
Enslaved the farmer
For a Hindu cow… Karma
Made him work the field
To increase the turf yeild
And also pull the plough
The psychedelic Hindu turf farm owning cow
An interesting cow
Sat on a tree bough
Thinking, “I’m woke”
“Just one more toke
Of this DMT
Experienced oneness and extasy
And the Source of creation
All is mind and vibration
As above, so below
On all cows, farmers and farms, the winds blow
She was a cow
Fell in love with a sow
Their love crossed species
They have different faeces
Eat different food
They can’t have a brood
But they’re great friends
Cow and Pig lesbians
Who both love to fart
Plus eat mushrooms and create art.
Somehow I manage to keep up my writing of poetry regardless of the fact that I am running the Australian Poetry Hall of Fame full time. This includes my weekly “Chillin’ Tuesday Poetcast” and Wednesday Words Open Mic where new poets are always welcome. See the the YouTube channel for the Australian poetry Hall of Fame.
Wednesday Words Open Mic Night is every week at the Australian Poetry Hall of Fame and walk ups and new poets and readers are always welcome.
We are currently experiencing Guyra’s Lamb and Potato Festival for 2023 and every day I am also doing a poetry show at 2pm.
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.
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.
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… 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
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.”
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
2022
Thundercloud Repairian 