animals, change, health, Humour, Life lessons, poetry, writing

50 Thousand Years

1st Prize, Crocodile Crawl and Marathon Swim in Nimbin Pool Olympics

It was my 50,000th birthday yesterday so I have decided that I will share all my poetry from the last 24 hours. However, first I want to announce that I achieved a lifelong dream of Olympic Gold in the Nimbin Pool Olympics on the 27th of January 2020. I won’t be going to the Tokyo Olympic Games but I am seriously considering entering the 50m butterfly in the Pan Pacific Masters Games #PPMG2020 on the Gold Coast in November because with dedicated training, I can win.

This first one celebrates my sons and the gift of life from my two past wives.

Thanks for the gift of life
From my first and second wife
Our three sons are my greatest gift
Everywhere they go spirits lift
Clay, Luca and Sacha are my sons
The Builder of Earth, The Light of Moon, The Protective ,Caring One
Carrying Water mixing Earth, and Light
The love of two people in the Moon Light
I sowed the seeds and nurtured my sons
They look to me as The Role Model One
I express gratitude
for their attitude
Their smiles, hugs,
that they are peaceful not thugs
They grow and show love
Protect, build and shine light above
Thanks for the gift life
From my first and second wife

This poem is about self care because if you don’t care for yourself how can you care for others?

My time alone is time I own
I’ll spend it productively alone
Time for self, mental and physical health
As my health is my wealth

Quiet time is sublime
Where I find the words that rhyme
So I will write in the night
Words to inspire and delight

Time for me is time I’m free
To create my life for me
Where I inspire others higher
In the quiet time when I retire

I’m in Brisbane visiting my parents and son amd when I went outside in the night to pee, I noticed the difference and decided to write about it. Please pardon my profanity ūüėČ

The city and bush

The city at night is incredibly quiet with only a far away hum
Back in the Bush sound surrounds insects, frogs are around so back to the Bush I’ll run

The city at night is filled with light
Even when the moon does not shine
In the Bush I see stars, wallabies not cars
And The Milky Way in a bright line

In the city asleep, you don’t hear a peep
But the hum of the air conditioners ring
In the Bush hear the breeze, in leaves of trees
And Cicadas that make my ears ring

I heard a bird, he said some words
“faaaark the city I’m a crow”
“there’s many birds in the Bush, so off I’ll push
“off to the faaaaarkin Bush I’ll go”

I’ll get out alive, thrive not survive
So I made a decision to leave
In the Bush I am happy, life’s peaceful not crappy
But the city makes me want to cry and grieve

I won’t look behind, life is sublime
I am lucky I live with the land
In the city day and night, there’s struggle and fight
But in the Bush the beauty is grand.

There’s a lumpy old stump that I love to jump
Wind blows the leaves on the ground
Now I sit in a White box with a fan at the top
Going around and around

I’m going back On a winding logging track
That’s now a road for a car
I will be fine in the Bush anytime
And The city, long gone and far

Anticomplaint

Today I’ll complain
I know its strange
But I also wake up with pain
I wouldn’t usually tell you
I just push through
And manage it with my brain
I want to complain
About sun and rain
And fuckas
In my news feed
That whinge and complain
About the hot and cold
New and old
And can’t handle the truth
From people like me
Who are BOLD

I Emptied MY cup
But filled it back up
Because who wants to be
A useless fukup
So I won’t complain
Put my shit in your brain
With your pussy attitude
Are you sane?
Lift my spirit high
Fly in the sky
Experience all of life
With joy and not cry
Laughing with happiness
Passion and bliss
My puspose to uplift
As people need this
And I will no longer
Whine nor complain
About pain
But take action
not get sucked down the drain

I won’t complain
Nobody wants to hear it
I am an uplifter
An uplifting spirit
My purpose to share my words to uplift
Sometimes a slap in the face book
Is lifes greatest gift.

STOP IT

Stop trying and just decide to do it
Stop crying and go through with it
Stop giving up and start something new
Stop procrastinating and just do
Stop surviving and thrive
Stop drifting and drive
Stop hating and love
Stop fearing have courage
Stop sinking and swim
Stop drinking alcohol and live
Stop taking and give
Stop shaming and forgive
Stop fighting and care
Stop cutting and grow hair
Stop complaining and be sane
You are responsible for the thoughts and actions of your brain

Birds, bees, flowers, forest trees, we are in the need of these.
animals, health, Life lessons, poetry, prohibition, writing

Tawny Frogmouth’s Pain

Last night I went for a drive to collect some eucalyptus seeds so that I can grow some seedlings to plant trees for koala corridors. It was just on dusk and the tawny frogmouth was sitting peacefully on the driveway. I got out of my ute and approached him. Then he majestically flew off into the night. This is the message that he left with me last night.

 

The Tawny Frogmouth came again last night and said,

“I hate to be a pain, but prohibition is is causing harm to livers and damage to the brain”

There are so many people who want to medicate themself,

but they can’t get real medicine so end up damaging their health”

Cannabis is prohibited but cures cancer and also pain

Magic mushrooms cure depression, reset and reactivate your brain

DMT is made by your lungs, in your pineal gland, in roots and bark of trees for free

It is one of the most endogenously produced and healing substances denied from you and me

Alcohol is a poison and damages your liver and brain

But marketed and freely sold, prohibition is insane”

The Tawny Frogmouth said, “take a long hard look at yourself

Why prohibit medicines but sell what is bad for your health?

We tawny frogmouths wonder if you humans are sane?

Why do you drink alcohol which damages yous kidneys and your brain

You would be better off without alcohol,” the tawny frogmouth said

But magic mushrooms, cannabis, harmaline and DMT grow new brain cells in your head

“I am a psychedelic tawny frogmouth, I just love and wish you well

And that you recover from your alcoholism that makes you unwell and your life hell. ”

Please, I love you, please,¬† I love you, I’ll ask you once again

Please care and nurture your own health, I am crying here in pain”

The Tawny frogmouth came last night and this is what he said,

“Please stop drinking alcohol, ”¬† I heard him in my head.

animals, Life lessons, poetry, writing

Little Bird

Little bird had a fear

So he let his fear disappear

If I jump, I won’t die

All the other birds can fly

The little bird jumped from the nest

It was time to face his biggest test

Little bird said “it’s time to leave

Jump from this nest and self believe”

I can do it jump from high

And I’ll be Flying in the sky

Little bird fell towards the ground

He gave a fearful cheeping sound

Opened heart then wings with love

Fell towards the Earth from the nest above

If I hit the ground I’m going to die

So he opened his wings and began to fly

He flapped and flapped, flapped some more

Just before the bottom he began to soar

An in that moment began to fly

Ascended up into the sky

And he whistled happy loud

“I can fly up to the cloud

I jumped, I flew, I didn’t die

Now I’m free to loop and soar in the sky

I have ascended and I am free

From the nest that nurtured me

I may not fly up to the sun

Come and fly with me and we’ll have fun”

And The last thing he was heard

Yelling, “Jump from the nest little bird

You will fly and have a wonderful time

Jump from the nest and you’ll start flying”

Don’t sit in the nest worried crying

Open your heart and wings you won’t be dying

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Illustration and writing in colour

The Blue Fairy Wren is one friend and he wants me me to let you know that colour is coming my friends.

I’m writing and drawing and keeping occupied and the latest is this pic of the things I draw and write.

I’m illustrating Seahorse medicine, one, two and three. They are books written for growing humans and poetry.

The Rise of the Rainbow Lorikeet is brand new and I’m sharing my latest creation here for you.

Rainbow lorikeet drawing
The rise of the rainbow lorikeet by Thundercloud Repairian

The rise of the rainbow lorikeet drawing
The rise of the rainbow lorikeet by Thundercloud Repairian

animals, book, Life lessons, poetry, writing

Three Seahorses

More animal poetry is on the way when I listen to what the animals say

I’ve finished writing “Seahorse Medicine for future humans” and my next step is to illustrate, edit and format for print but that takes time and money both of which are stretched thin at the moment. However, I do keep on writing and now have enough poetry for a second book of children’s animal poetry (Seahorse Medicine Too Grow) as well as begining on a third collection called “Seahorse Medicine Three: Animals speak through me.”

The following poems will be included in the third book

The Bush Turkey

The Bush turkey is a nurturing man

Hatches the eggs because he can

In the forest

Scratch around

Pile the leaves 

Bush turkey mound

Raises the kids 

For his wife

Father nurtures

New young life

Feels the temperature

Neck of yellow

Patient waiting

Until chicks cheep, “hello”

“Daddy, daddy we love you”

For all the nurturing 

You do”

Bush turkey

With a head of red

Yellow necklace

Powerful legs

Wings of Black

Lustre Shine

You nurture life

You are 

Divine

Brother Bush turkey

Came toward me

His three sisters hid away

He’d come over as a decoy

To protect his sisters

What a boy

There was dad

Working hard

Big yellow neck

Scratching hard

With powerful legs

Adjust the temperature

Incubating eggs

Gentle men

Care and protect

Nurture family

And respect life

Just like a Bush turkey

Soldier Crabs 1

Sensitive and strong 

With armour of blue

Left right left right 

How do you

Not trip over 

With so many legs

Running all together 

And not tangle your legs?

 

Tiny Birds

Little tiny birds fly towards the light

To escape the darkness and when they’re closed inside

Up towards the heaven where the sun lights up the sky

Little birds swoop and soar towards the light up high

Honeyeater
Honey Eater

Fairy Wren

Fairy Wren with a head of blue

You only ever sing words true

Fairy Wren you are correct

Because you know cause and effect

And if you ever tell a lie

A part inside of you will die

Honest little Fairy Wren

I trust you my blue head friend

 

Fairy wren said, “Please Stop Striving

Against each other, fussing and fighting

We’re all in this together

Let’s work for peace forever

All beings can live in love

Not only the peace dove

It’s time that you decide

To cooperate and stop to strive

 

Fairy Wren with a head of blue

I’ve taken on your words as true

Ensure my words are true and correct

My cause correct, the right effect

Throat chakra shining brilliant blues

Only singing loving truths

Honest little Fairy Wren

You show the way my truthful friend