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Nimbin, 2018 sitting in a cafe on the street I was approached by an old mate, Pete. Pete loves surfing and was excited to tell me about his day surfing the day before. Pete left and went into the chemist and by the time he walked out I had finished this piece of poetry and read it back to Pete. He was stoked and now finally it is published.
14, 16, 28, 44 in his head
I’ve had a great day Pete the surfer said
I went down to Ballina. No one could get out
Even the jet ski driver wouldn’t tow me out
The surf was too big, 4 meters or more
It was messy and swirly no one could leave shore
So I walked out the rock wall and dived in the rip
Iit took me out way back on a round about trip
I was surfing alone, a pin prick from the shore
I got some big rippers one five meters for sure
I was out in the big waves. I was surfin’ alone
It was bliss, I’m so happy, the wind wasn’t blowin
It was glassy and smooth and I got in a tube
It took me back 20 years to when I was a Juvenile
I dunno what they’ll say at the hospital tomorrow” Pete said
“They’ve been working two years to fix this stuffed leg
I couldn’t give a shit. I’ll enjoy my life too
I’ll sleep well tonight. You know I’m seventy two
But age doesn’t matter, it’s great to be alive
Said Pete the surfer, “ I only feel twenty five”
You will be able to buy this and much more of my 2018 poetry in a 218 page book soon to be released, Djanbung’s peaceful protest in Nimbin. (Djanbung is the Bundjalung word for Platypus)
The following is the first two verses of “The Platypus” which is the introductory poem in Djanbung’s Peaceful Protest in Nimbin.
Down in the creek the platypus lives.
On the fish and insects water gives.
Down in the creek the platypus dreams.
Of abundance in crystal clear streams.
It’s brown and furry with a duck-like nose.
With a tail that looks like a beaver goes.
Webbed feet help it swim through the creek
With a rubbery electromagnetic sensitive beak.
The platypus’s home is crude but good
He lives in a burrow by the creek that won’t flood
The platypus lays its eggs underground.
The babies are born in a burrow they’re found.
Because the platypus swims there in the creek
The platypus has a big rubbery beak.
A mouth that’s like a duckbill nose
It’s got claws on its feet and spikes on its toes.
The platypus burrows underground
Where it lays its eggs, its babies are found.
Thanks Djanbung and stay alert for “Djanbung’s Peaceful Protest in Nimbin” book 4 of the “Love and Lust in Nimbin” poetry series by Thundercloud Repairian out not as ebooks and paperbacks. Just click the links below to buy my books and support me as an artist.
Love in Nimbin: Love and infinity in Nimbin for all eternity and for our corroborees of song and stories of our dreamings (Love and Lust in Nimbin Book 1)
Lust in Nimbin: Love and infinity in Nimbin for all eternity and for our corroborees of song and stories of our dreamings (Love and Lust in Nimbin Book 2)
Poetry to End Prohibition: The voice of the tawny frogmouth (Love and Lust in Nimbin Book 3)