Life lessons, poetry

Legend of the Bombagund

Earth 2020, A story of the future time.

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WAR

Makes Me MAD.

Seeing dying children.

Makes me very SAD.

Little Yemeni children are dying eveyday because of the greed of the rich while in Evans Head (Goanna Headland) the Military Industrial Children Killing Complex will play.

WAR GAMES in joint military exercises between the US and Australia. Talisman Sabre 2019. Why?

To practice for killing more children in Yemen, Palestine, Nigeria, Venezuela, Congo, Sudan, or wherever decided by these fraudulently elected, white supremacist, elite Sith Overlords supported by storm troopers and drones who are led like sheep to the slaughter.

ALL in the name of PROFITS

PROFITS for the ultra rich who don’t actually need anything more.

The Ultra Rich who suffer the most insidious disease of Obsessive Compulsive Hoarding of wealth with delusions of Grandeur of their “God given” supremacy. God doesn’t even exist.

Rant Switch OFF.

Legend of the Bombagund was written in 2017 about a post war, post military industrial complex world where people live in peace and harmony with each other and nurture all living things. The End of the Bluereds is the supporting piece which delves deeper into the military Industrial Complex. I shall attempt to post is in the near future.

Introduction

Henceforth the sloothan warp was hest

No more warp kiell est

Legend of the Bombagund

Peace now reigns but the rivs were blud

 

Over there in future Earth

Father tells his son a story

“Long ago the rivs were blud”

“This story will be gory”

 

“Henceforth the sloothan warp was hest

No more warp kiel est

Legend of the Bombagund

Peace now reigns but the rivs were blud

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Warrender came in a gust of whoosh

Against no warp did he push

The pushers and their rivs a blud

All lay down the bombagun
The bombagun henceforth no gotten

But the rivs a blud are not forgotten

The peace now rigns not the bombagund

Warps rivs a blud no longer run

 

Henceforth the sloothan warp will never

Warp kiell est no more ever

Legend of the bombagund

Peace now reigns and the rivs are love

 

Warrender stood between the others

He said, “Hey warps, kiell me yor brutha”

The Warps they answered, “Why? But no”

“There’s rivs a blud on the sand and snow”

 

“ These bombagund no need have gotten

but the rivs a blud are not forgotten”

Warrender came to heal the Earth

And the rivs now run clear rainbow birth

 

Henceforth they stopped the rivs a blud

And the rivs now flowing rivs a love

Warrender stopped the Bombagund

And the rivs a blud no longer run

 

“ Tell me dad. What’s a Bombagund?”

“Twas a machine to make the rivs a blud run son”

 

Henceforth the sloothan warp was hest

No more warp kiell est

Legend of the Bombagund

The rivs now flow clear rainbow love

 

Legend of the Bombagund Part 2

Boloxum flumoxed through the air

The sound of skringing everywhere

The smell of scrotch upon the nose

The sprooshelness it stained the clothes

 

Warrender Whoosshed into the land

There was rivs a blud upon the sand

Warrender called “ Hey Warps! Yes. You!”

“The Bombagund is kielling you”

 

The Warps answered “We don’t want no more.”

“The rivs a blud or bluddy warp.”

“We do not think that warp is funny,

But we’ve invested lots of money.

 

“How can we stop the Bombagund

So the rivs a blud no longer run?”

Warrender said, “The Bombagund put them down”

“Make a huge pile far from town”

“Ground them down and make no Warp

Destroy Bombagunds forever more

They piled the Bombagunds up high

A giantzilla pile up to the sky

 

They took the biggest Bombagund

The very last unrusty one

Warrender flew above the pile

Warrender and the Warps all smiled

 

They dropped that last big Bombagun

The very last unrusty one

Then the bombagund was never more

The rivs of blud upon the shore

 

They stopped and never ran again

The Warps they all became good friends

Henceforth the sloothan warp was hest

A pile of molten metal was left

 

Warrender stopped the Warps somehow

They made robots, tools and homes and ploughs

No rivs a blud across the Earth

Just peace and love a new rebirth

 

Henceforth they stopped the Bombagunds

Warps rivs a blud no longer run

The sloothan warp was gone forever

The Bombagun kiell est no more ever

 

Warrender stopped the kielling and fear

And the Bombagunds all disappeared

Warrender left when the warp was over

And the rivs a blud washed from the clover

 

The grass was green, the snow was white

There were no Bombagund flashes at night

Boloxum cleared from the sky

The singing birds were heard up high

 

The acrid skroortch it left the nose

The rivs were clean to wash the clothes

 

Henceforth the sloothan warp was hest

No more warp kiell est

Legend of the Bombagund

Peace now reigns and the rivs are no longer blud

Legend of the Bombagund Part 3

The Warp began so long ago

No Warp could remember no blood on the snow

No Warp could remember how it began

Or a reason for why the rivs a blud ran

 

The Warps were divided into two teams

The red and the blue ununited it seems

Warrender could see through this fake separations

Of the haves and havenots  and the patriot nations

 

Warrender could see through the blue-red warp fear

That their profits would be lower if Bombagunds disappear

The Bombagund makes all people frighted

The rivs a blud on the snow make us very ununited

 

“If you must kiell est, kiell me” Warrender called

“If you want blood on the sand, I’m willing to fall

I stand here a human between two Warp Teams

Blow me into pieces, make me into baked beans”

 

“The Blue Warps and Red Warps, why is you fighted?

You are human like me, why ununited?

My blood it runs red and blue in my veins

We all bleed the same, we all feel pains

 

The sloothan warp was hest not grand

The blood washed from the snow and sand

The solution is simple, it’s called NOTARM

Warrender yelled out, “It’s do no harm”

 

Notarm the people on the Earth

Notarm each other a new peaceful rebirth

Henceforth Notarm and all sit united

Compassionate solutions not selfish fighted

 

Henceforth no blud be spilled on ground

We’ll sit in love all gathered round

No warps, no more, no Bombagund

And the rivs a blud will no longer run

 

We’ll hest the sloothan warp hence now

No more kiell est somehow

Destroy every single bombagund.

So the rivs as blud no longer run.


Henceforth the sloothan warp was hest

No more warp kiell est

Legend of the Bombagund

Peace now reigns and the rivs are love

The Last Bombagund

Hakido walked towards the sun

He looked about and did not run

At night he’d sleep upon the ground

Boyhood was lost and manhood found

 

He’d swim in creeks, eat from the land

Till he came to the ancient forest grand

The leaves were high the trees were tall

The rainforest birds gave a welcome call

 

The canopy closed with no sunlight

The little hairy men came out at night

“Hakido you’ll come with us

We want to show you this old bus

 

“The bus is hidden in a cave

You’re a man now you can be brave

They walked up to the sacred mountain

The thunder clouds rained down a fountain

 

The cave was huge, cathedral rocks

Of stalactites, crystal outcrops

Hakido was despeeched. Eyes didn’t deceive

Twas a machine Hakido could not perceive

 

He said to the little men, “Why you trick us?”

What is this machine? It is not a bus

“You brought me in here what is this found?

Is this the very last Bombagund I have found?”

 

He picked up the Bombagund he walked outside

He aimed it. He fired it. The forest was fried

A skringing sound, sprushelness, boloxum and splatter

The forest black flattened like a nuclear flatter

 

Hakido screamed when he opened his eyes

He’d never experienced such bad-surprise

The Bombagund scroortch made a big dis-inter-figure

A crater and boloxum dust when he pulled the trigger.

 

It cut through the forest blackened and fried.

Left a scar and a crater 500m wide

Hakido yelled, “My eyes don’t deceive

Death and destruction, dead Earth I perceive

 

“Is this the very last Bombagund I have found?”

“This must be destroyed, must be broken down.

It’s not my decision. It belongs to the tribe.”

We must sit in circles collective decide”

 

“This Bombagund thing is a kiell est machine

If it gets out people might become mean

We’ve peace now on Earth we all live with love

This Bombagund thing could destroy all of the above

 

Hakido put it back into the cave

The hairy men said, “you are so brave.”

Hakido returned home from his walk about

A man now the tribe gave a joyous shout

 

Henceforth I have decision news.

There’s one Bombagund  left. No lies. I tell trues

Decision time now. We must be brave

I left it hidden up there in the cave

 

Thundercloud daddo tell us Hakido said

The Legend of the Bombagund. The one in your head

Tell us about the Bombagund I have found

Thundercloud gathered the whole tribe around

 

Henceforth from before Thundercloud sayed

The blue and red warp games with Bombagunds played

Bombagund machines came from Warps who supplied

The sloothan warp, rivs a blud so many died.

 

It all came down to just one man

The one called Warrender who whooshed into the land

Between the Blue and the Red Warps he stood all alone

And he brought World Peace to the Earth all on his own

 

Henceforth the sloothan warp was hest

No more warp Kiell est

Legend of the Bombagund

Peace now reigns but the rivs were blood

 

Life lessons, poetry, writing

A New World Order

Good bye ScoMo, Trump, Macron, Elizabeth, Netanyahu and the Pope elect.
This year will be the fall of you, my prediction is correct.
We the people call you out and demand that you step down
Your ponzi thieving system is going to be torn down.

An Illuminati puppet with an invisible hand up bum,
A troll to scare the people but only fooling some,
Prime Minister or President or Premier of the land
Re presenting oligarchic interests your deception is not so grand

We the people call you out, you’re Empires all will fall
For your fear wars don’t cut it so we’ll tear down your Southern Wall
Racist figures sit in Towers, Emperors without clothes
Psychopathic sociopaths everybody knows

The truth is that you are human and no different to us all
Not God’s elect, Not Elite nor Illuminated at all
Your hoarding and your greed is an obsessive schism
Turn upside down your pyramid scheme, anarcho-syndaclism.

Redistribute all the wealth of banks and corporations
Share the common lands, no land ownership in Nations.
Guarantee that everyone has a home and healthy food
Free energy for all and health care that is good.

But you corporate office puppets you’d better listen here
Corrupt political leaders , this will be your last year.
Your representative democracies aren’t re presenting me
Destroy the system and create Direct Social Democracy

animals, Humour, poetry

Mermaid Juice

Sitting at home this Sunday morning and my partner says something that sounds like “mermaid juice.” OK, I think to myself, there is something funny about that and I begin to write.

Mermaid Juice

“I think I’d like a mermaid juice.” The great white shark said

So she blended up a mermaid and the mermaid juice was red.

“I was feeling pretty funny because I ate a clown

But mermaid juice has fixed my tummy since I drank it down

Now I’ve had my mermaid juice, I want some toast and cheese

But I can’t leave the water, can you call Uber please?

I’d really like a sandwich on some bread that’s brown

I love Uber eats when they bring food down

Thanks for bringing my food but I’m not a fan of bread

She opened up her mouth, bit off the Uber drivers head

Great White Shark was happy with good food in her tummy

An uber driver and a clown and mermaid juice so yummy

There is one more thing, I want some more to eat

So she called the cops and ate some raw pig meat. 

 

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poetry, writing

The floogal of Bligalish

Nimbin, August 2018 and the following words begin to come into my mind, “In the floogal of bligalish the greolopker krusht” I quickly grab a pen and begin to transcribe the “words” that are flowing out. I have one verse and make a meme and publish. Over the next week or two I begin to add a few more verses with the intention of making this piece my entry for the Lismore Poetry Cup.

By mid September I have finished, rehearsed and ready for the Lismore 2018 Poetry Cup. My performance is polished and outstanding. I didn’t win but that’s not what’s important. The important thing is that I have written the following poem which lends itself to all kinds of interpretation.

 

In the floogal of bligalish the Greolopker krusht.

Warkeling slifishly zer klebimed the drulch.

Graablee ended zem hophingly zock.

Hollack hast broidenid Twadchickas plock.

 

Twadchicka conspought ze plock avec Krishsus.

Zey brosht and clept whilst drustopping flistus

But Greolopker notest umd klebimed ze plock.

Avec ze broidenid, slifishly broidenid hock.

 

Krishsus busht a kakaphone of wifkak umd quuck

Whilst Greolopker doknifid umd shut ze kakaphone up.

Slifishly warkled zem triphingly hustock

As the floogal of bligalish wength reglifmok.

 

Krishsus poongth brack umd Twadchicka replockid

Greolopker reklebimed zey instapoet djokid.

Avec ze moglehid boogratcher sluup.

Zifuk fa kryan utelad pluckity zup.

 

Flistus hast koppt zey clepting and brooshting

Summonsid Hollack umd Greolopker slifishly hooshting.

Tall ended slifishly triphingly hustock.

Doknifid nemronivne lagphar till thwock

 

Plock twas ended from Graablee umd strogingly frew

Days umd dark over gone awebrishly through.

In the floogal of bligalish the Greolopker krusht.

Warkeling slifishly zer klebimed the drulch.

 

Graablee ended zem hophingly zock.

Hollack hast broidenid Twadchickas plock.

 

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Life lessons, poetry

Henny Penny

Lessons from Henny Penny

You get out what you put in.

I remember as a young man hearing the story of Henny Penny who planted wheat to grow seeds to make bread for her family. Every time she wanted help the other animals were too busy to help. However, when the bread had been baked all the animals wanted to have some but Henny Penny didn’t give them any bread because they hadn’t helped.

I wrote this poem to expand on the lessons of Henny Penny.

Henny Penny

Henny Penny planted seeds but no one would assist

They said it is a good idea so Henny did persist

The seeds they grew to wheat and trees, rye and barley too.

Henny Penny planted these and ate the berries blue

The others smelled the cooking bread and gathered round in lust

Give us some you selfish hen the farmer gives us dust

I only have enough to feed the ones that I can trust

I made enough for all that helped to harvest sow and crush

You saw me plant and carry water, working in the hot

You could have helped, we would have enough for all but now we’ve not

Myself I need the energy to plant a row of seeds

Here have some crumbs. It’s all you get. What lazy people need.

Henny built a humble home for all her family

Her door was always open to visitors for feeds

The selfish ones watched from afar with envy lust and pride

Coveting the simple things like Henny’s hot fruit pies

Henny would be nice to you when you’re not a selfish jerk

Hot fruit pies and fresh baked bread for those that do the work

A rattle snake came along and offered her some money

She laughed said to go away. I can’t eat that it’s funny

You want a piece of glory of God’s delicious bread

Now you offer gold and coins when I wanted help instead

You can use the money to buy some new fruit trees

Or you could help and climb that one and pick the seeds for free

The Earth provides us everything in abundance and in joy

The fruits of all my labour are for my children to enjoy

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poetry

What is the value of a tree

 

Forests make me happy and I was lucky to play in the forest as a young child and as a man. I heard a rumour about two disappearing words. “Acorn and forest”

As a young boy of 7 playing marbles under an oak tree, I found a heart  shaped acorn. I pushed that acorn into the ground. An oak tree grew. In 1984 at 14 on tree day I was given an African Tulip Tree which I planted.

Working in the forest the day before my birthday in ”99 lightning struck thanks to my son Clay. I went to help my dad Doug build a forestry nursery. I stood there day after day putting tiny eucalyptus and rainforest seeds in pots by hand. My family grew a million trees and now there are more forests.

We need forests because they are for resting under and sitting under playing marbles. We need acorns to grow forests. Plant the seed and grow a tree. Plant a million seeds and grow a forest of abundance.

I am a supplanter. supplanting ideas these days I plant heart shaped seeds of love and growing forests of compassion. The following poem was inspired by an article I read that said the value of a tree is $193,000. I believe it is much more infinite and subjective. Others agree to disagree

https://www.therecord.com/news-story/6702767-what-is-the-value-of-a-tree-/

http://www.earthsharing.org.au/2006/09/how-do-you-value-a-tree/

https://www.uow.edu.au/~sharonb/STS300/valuing/price/pricingarticles.html

The following poem comes from book one of my 2017 two book poetry anthology Love in #Nimbin, Book 1 of Love and Lust in Nimbin, by Thundercloud Repairian AKA James Arthur Warren.

What is the value of a tree?

One hundred and ninety three thousand dollars can’t you see?

Plant one seed and help it grow

A million seeds, green forests grow

I planted one, I planted four

A million seeds outside my door

A forest grew from the seeds I threw

Onto the  blue house floor

The forest is a special place with fruit for you and me

Let’s eat the fruit together and then we’ll plant the seeds

What value is a teacher from all the seeds he threw

Onto the dirt of the blue house floor that grew and grew and grew

Each of us are seeds and supplanters too

Let’s plant seeds together to keep the blue house blue.

 

goat tree