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FREE BOOK for 420 Poetry to End Prohibition 420 Edition

Do you want a free book to read?
To celebrate 420 day.
I am giving away FREE my 3rd poetry book in the “Love and Lust in Nimbin” series for you
for the next 4 days and 20 hours.
A massive saving of $14:20

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 The voice of the tawny frogmouth 420 2020 edition
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
POETRY TO END PROHIBITION 420 EDITION
for the next 4 days and 20 hours.
A massive saving of $14:20

Poetry to End Prohibition: The voice of the tawny frogmouth (Love and Lust in Nimbin Book 3)

 

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Free “Love in Nimbin Ed 2” ebook

Love in Nimbin Edition 2 Book Launch

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.

Just Click this link to get your FREE ebook copy of Love in Nimbin Edition 2

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Life lessons, politics, writing

One Friday Afternoon

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

Life lessons, poetry, politics, prohibition, writing

The voices of the dead

Nimbin Cemetery, Australia, 8am Sunday 19 May 2019

I went to visit the dead today

At the cemetery and listen to what they had to say

“We are the dead and the victims of laws

And injustice the ones that died from your wars

People keep dying please change this condition

Of your injustice system called drug prohibition

 

There were mothers and fathers and young people we grieve

He died from FLACA at 23, one New Years Eve

Writhing and screaming he was overheating

Boom Boom Boom of the Doof then his heart just stopped beating

 

A whole family but the baby died in a smash

Of an alcoholic driver who had a car crash

The beaten and murdered children and wives

When pissed dad arrived home who feared for their lives

Let’s not forget those who died from cancer

Who couldn’t access cannabis as a life enhancer

Prohibition of drugs is social abuse

Locking up people for recreational use

Did you hear about how young Jake Monaghan died?

ODed from the drugs his mother supplied

 

Prohibition of drugs is an outdated law

That criminalises the socially vulnerable, sick, black and poor

Police become dealers and deal drugs

To justify their jobs and do deals with thugs

Selling black market heroine, cocaine and ice

To keep prisons full and meet KPI’s

 

Racially profiling the coloured and poor

Died in the lock up, crushed behind a cell door

As I sit here I am looking down at the ground

Where I performed CPR on a young man who drowned

Choked on his vomit we tried but he died

I met his mum dad and siblings and we all cried

 

Today I went to honour the dead

At Nimbin Cemetery and this is what I said

Dead spirits I’d love it if you would help me

Harm Minimise, End Prohibition and make Cannabis Free

If I was a teacher I would give you a fail

For your punitive justice system and the way that you jail

The sick, poor and black recreational users

When it is clear to all that the system abuses

 

Drug prohibition doesn’t stop demand for drugs

Just puts it in the hands of criminals and thugs

The cost of prohibition is millions each year

To imprison the harmless and put people in fear

Harm minimisation is good for your health

Sharing and caring and rehabilitate yourself

 

I went to the cemetery and listened to the dead

End Prohibitions their spirits all said

 

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The Tawny Frogmouth on Prohibition

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 nighttawny_frogmouth_james_arthur_warren
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

End Prohibition Poetry Nimbin Mardi Grass 2019
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/

 

Free the flowers
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#420 End Prohibition Poetry Nimbin Mardi Grass 2019

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

End Prohibition Poetry Nimbin Mardi Grass 2019
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?

Humour, poetry, writing

Andy Banjo Player

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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Overcoming Writer’s Block

“Writing only happens when thoughts are written down” Herb Wharton

Are you a writer with writer’s block?

There is a solution to writer’s block and it is easy.

Write and give yourself opportunities to write. This can be done anywhere, anyhow, anytime? Carry a notepad and pen with you and when you get a smell moment scribble your thoughts down.

Why? Because writing is about transferring the inner talk of the mind’s thoughts into written words on a page, whether it be a paper page or digital file. It doesn’t matter as long as you write and it doesn’t even matter what you write about.

You may be two thirds through writing a potentially award winning book and get writer’s block. Then it’s best to stop and write something else or just step away. It could be any style or topic but what matters is that you continue the practice of writing your thoughts because when you get your next big idea for your novel could come at anytime and if you aren’t ready then you may miss the opportunity being presented.

So right now I sat down at my computer and thought, “I ought to write something… but Ive got nothing to write about sooooo….. I’ll write about writers block”

And now, here we are standing in water up to our knees.

As a creative, I don’t just write. I draw, sing, dance and play music and if I don’t have the inspiration to write then there are many other creative outlets. I guess this is why as a single man, I don’t get bored with my own company. Instead of using other people’s creative content to entertain myself, which is not super productive, I would rather create something in which the process of creation brings me joy but which I can also sell as an artist to enable me to keep creating and doing what I love.

I also enjoy drawing and exercise as well as writing poetry but there are times when I might not draw for months and other times where I will draw for weeks. However when I am not drawing, I don’t consider myself as having artist’s block because I will be creating something else like a poster, piece of furniture, T-shirt design, publishing a book or organising an event.

Back to topic….. In 2019 there were days where I would write 3 or more poems everyday but now I might only write one every day or so. But I don’t consider it as writers block. because I am doing other things.

If any thing, I suffer from procrastination as well as poor planning and execution which is the current focus of my personal development. That’s what I am working on and I’ll let you know how it is going in another blog post titled something like:

“Stop scrolling and get to work.”

The other option that I like to use in addressing writers block is the recording app on my phone. This is especially useful in a car driving and you can dictate what you want to write and then use a transcription voice to text app to put your spoken word into written form at a later time.

(It’s now 4 hours later) I got writers block writing about writers block so I got up went for a walk, had some dinner, chatted with friends, generally took myself far away from the computer. I went did something else totally different, fully trusting that when I came back to write that I would know what to write.

I recently read a great little book by the English comedian John Cleese “creativity: A short and cheerful guide” in which he wrote about trusting your subconscious to foment the words and thoughts in your down time. I find for me it is when my thoughts become unfocused away from what I am writing, especially when I am tired, then it is the best time to step away. Some days stepping away involves walking outside and standing in the sun for 10 minutes, then I will stretch a little and return to the task. Other days I will go on a longer break then sit down and continue.

The main reason that I love writing poetry is that it enables a deftness and succinctness in that it can express profound ideas with a variety of vocabulary , syntax and form. Plus it can often be written in one sitting and finished. However editing is often required to make a good poem fantastic.

Last week I wrote a quick poem of six lines and it was only the next day when I decided to publish it as an 8 page children’s book that I added the final two lines. That poem is titled: Johno the Cool Cat and was originally written on a piece of paper with a calligraphy pen and ink. I then took the poem, made a collage and printed it. (Each A3 coloured sheet cost me $1 to print and I sell them for $3 of which $1 profit comes to me and $1 profit goes to the Thundercloud Repairian Forest Fund to assist in forest regeneration and everyone benefits)

This is why I began the post by suggesting giving yourself opportunities to write. An opportunity to write can be a desk top, laptop, phone, notepad, or a piece of plain paper with a pencil or the back of a toilet door and photographed and posted on instagram. The point is, just write your thoughts down as Herb Wharton said in the quote at the top of this post.

I became a writer by writing and allowing the words in my head to flow out my hands and that’s pretty much it so being able to publish and sell my writing helps me to be able to continue writing.

I like writing because my writing makes me smile just like my dancing and playing music makes me smile and that also make other people smile. In my opinion there should be more smiling in the world, with dancing and giggles and tickles and wiggles and hugs.

One last thing. This blog post was not written in one go. It was written and honed in 6 different sessions over a period of one an a half days and Johno the Cool Cat was written over two days and the book took another day so in total there are about 12 hours of work to get this blog post to completion. I began Johno on Wednesday and will hit the publish button on Sunday……. Here goes (and I just reedited it for spelling and punctuation once again)

Johno the cool cat

Johno was a cool cat who like to have fun.

In the middle of the night he’d go for a run,

All around town, on the fences, in the parks.

Johno was a cool cat who loved wearing Clarks,

Desert boots and shorts with cool Hawaiian shirts.

Johno would go dancing until his feet hurt.

He’d sneak home in the dawn and the morning light

Then he’d sleep all day and go dancing all night

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My new Book Check this out at Amazon

Poetry To End Prohibition: Thundercloud Repairian (3) https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/0648346889/ref=cm_sw_r_u_apa_fabc_3jV8Fb8D9PBY6

poetry

Dittle Tiddle Ditch

Language and concept warning.

5:30am I wake up, meditate, do yoga, walk down stairs and listen to the inner voice.

7:30 walk down stairs, pee, breakfast banana, mandarine, and orange juice I ask myself, “who is Effin the Geffin and Niffle the Whiffle?” In that moment, that instant of inspiration, I know there is something to be written and shared. I grab my phone and begin to write.

Stanza one finished, makes little sense, so the decision is made to write the second stanza using the same “nouns” mixed in a different way to bring about completion of an idea, a scene, a description of some imaginary far away land. Invent new verbs, and add to poem.

8:30 am Having completed two stanzas, I begin to think, “what the actual fuck have I just written?” and “I think this needs a drawing to put it into context.” A quick search comes up with a long piece of paper, pen and watercolours.

Begin to draw. Efin the Geffin with very big feet and Niffle the Whiffle, tall and thin, road, Spifle Wople Woden tree, dick. WTF? Dicks are are funny, especially with an animal head and caterpillar legs. Kunts with big feet are funny too. Mountain range, watercolours splashed on quickly. 8:50 new employee arrives early for work, text message please give me 10 minutes to complete this art work.

8:58am BOOM Publish. What the Actual Fuck is this?

Dittle Tiddle Ditch by Thundercloud Repairian

Effin the Geffin loved Niffle the Whiffle,

Where the Spifle Wople Woden grew in Dittle Tiddle Ditch

They danced about the Foddle Frop

,and the learning of the Derms,

while Mafle Bapple Twadle Po swilshed in Fardle Berms

Niffle the Whiffle said to Effin the Geffin,

The Fardle Berms are hilshy wadleshop the knowdle Derms

The Foddle Frop hashbo titch wop

Mafle Bapple Twadle Po

In Dittle Tiddle Ditch where Spifle Wople Woden Grow

Humour, poetry

Thunderous Laughter

4 million seconds of joy were created
Not fear nor anger, jealousy or hatred
Laughter and smiles became the infection
From sharing my joy, passion and affection

My happiness burst and I let it go
Showed stellar passion for falling snow
Drifting, blowing I let my self go
Let my love of life and passions show

55 thousand people all made a smile
From snow falling sharing the smile on my dial
In 83 seconds by sharing my happiness
I raised the vibration to laughter from crappiness

Simple snow falling lifted my spirit
Like Thunderous laughter all want to hear it
Give thanks for the snow, cold winds that blow
Celebrate life and let your joy show

Leave the inside and step outside
You can decide to bloom and not hide
Fun, laughter and beauty are coming your way
Anxiety, gone, and joy is here to stay

Laughing at the snow falling on me
Celebrating life emotionally open and free
Because inside me I found the joy of a child
And snow falling tickled my little bit wild

Thanks for the laughter in every day
There’s joy if you look, beware what you say
Share the good news about make others happy
In this age of blessings noone should feel crappy

We’ve connection with all of the global community
And we can work together in harmony and unity
My purpose to share joy and make others laugh
Which is more achievable than a flying giraffe

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Escape from The Ship of Fools

Escape from The Ship of Fools

The rudder had fallen off but He yelled at me, “I just want a nice environment”
“We need a rudder” I said.
If only he knew the word nice means fool.
He yelled it again like a kid having a tantrum, “I just want a nice environment”
I replied “but we need a destination and a chart and to chart a course.”
He didn’t listen and screamed at me,
I JUST WANT A NICE ENVIRONMENT
So I left him in the “ship of fools”
I didn’t want to set the sails on the ship of fools.
The Captain said you arent welcome because you’re upsetting Charlie. There is the plank.
Stuff your plank it would make a good rudder.
Charlie yelled again, I just want a nice environment.
I threw the plank in the water and
I dived in the water, I lay on the plank and paddled and swam fast and direct. I used my own feet to steer Landed on a tropical island with abundance of food and good weather.
It was hard work getting there and hard work setting up but it was like a paradise.
He got what was coming to him and has his nice environment.
A Ship Of Fools
His ship sailed nowhere but drifted in circles.
He waited.
A thunderstorm came and the ship of fools was tossed about.
He yelled again, “I just want a nice environment”
But the tempest continued for weeks as the ship of fools tossed and turned and he didn’t sleep well.
He Drank his rum and yelled I just want a nice environment
When the Thundercloud finally left
He was still drifting and the sea was calm.
His supplies were low.
He yelled, I just want a nice environment.
The Captain was fed up, and she cut his testicles off and ate them.
“I just want a rudder” said the captain
And a destination.”