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The tawny frogmouth came to me very late one night.
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 😉
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
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 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
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.
Woe looked but did not see
Listened but did not hear
Touched but did not feel
Ate but but did not taste
Inhaled but did not smell
Thought but did not sense
Believed but did not question
He walked but never stopped to rest
Created everything he looked at, listened to, touched, ate, inhaled, thought and believed
He lived in a grey city, In a musty smelling grey box, with grey walls, one window, a concrete floor and in the grey night with the glow of ambient city light all he could hear was grey noise and a high pitched ringing noise in his head. He had an old black and white TV which only had one channel which only every played a test pattern (in black and white). Every other channel played grey static. It was an old Cathode Ray Tube analogue TV with big transistors and he had to get up and walk over to the tv to turn it off every night after he had fallen asleep on his grey couch watching the test pattern in black and white.
He was tired
He was unwell
His life a hell
He said of himself
How can I change?
I have created this hell here on Earth which is strange
One day he turned on his black and white TV and the test pattern was in colour and out of the speaker was playing a choir of birds singing.
Woe had difficulty sleeping that night.
Woe woke up in the night and needed to go to the toilet so he went through the door to his bathroom but there was no bathroom and he found himself in a forest. He turned around to look back in his grey box but as he turned around a gust of wind blew the door shut. He panicked as he realized he was only wearing grey pyjamas and he didn’t have his key. He ran toward the door but it just disappeared right before his eyes and turned into a weathered grey fencepost wrapped up in barbed wire. He felt for his phone but it wasn’t there.
Woe sat down on the ground.
He looked around and saw blue skies turning greenish grey with afternoon thunderclouds, black ants, blue dragonflies, rainbow birds, and trees all shades of emerald and green with barks of white, orange and yellowish brown, while a red belly black snake slid by and he found
Himself listening and heard the rustle of wind in the grass, frogs singing, cicadas, and the screech of yellow tail black cockatoos, whip birds, cuckolds and bell birds.
He put his hands on the Earth and ran them through the damp grass that he was sitting on. His legs were wet and the water was soaking through his shorts. He removed his shirt and felt the sun on his lean muscular body, Something crawled on his shoulder and he saw it was a green worm so he picked up a leaf and the worm crawled on the leaf and he put it on the ground.
Woe noticed that beside him was growing a Midyim Bush with tiny pink speckled berries so he put one into his mouth and it tasted sweet like a raindrop of rose and vanilla ice cream so he picked half a handful and put them all in his mouth at once.
As the juice trickled out of the corner of his mouth he inhaled deeply and smelt the musty humid moist air of the forest after the rain. He inhaled again and smelt, lantana, eucalyptus in the air.
Suddenly he heard thunder rolling in the distance.
He thought to himself, I love this feeling of freedom and I am so grateful that I have this beauty in my life.
Woe was still.
It was good.
All was well
He lay down and fell asleep on the damp grass and the clouds came over and the rain started.
Woe woke up,
On a grey couch
with a grey test pattern
With Grey Static noise
In his Grey Box
The fire alarm was going off
The fire sprinklers were flooding his grey box
Woe ran outside to escape the fire.
And as he looked back saw his grey box burning to the ground.
He felt for his phone but realised he was wearing his grey pyjamas.
Woe sat down.
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
has been updated and added to in this
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
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/