Djanbung's Peaceful Protest in Nimbin
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Pete the surfer

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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)

Thanks Pete.

The following is the first two verses of “The Platypus” which is the introductory poem in Djanbung’s Peaceful Protest in Nimbin.

The Platypus

14/1/2018

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)

animals, book, change, ecosystems, health, Humour, Life lessons, poetry, poetry, politics, prohibition

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I have just released an number of books on Amazon and will continue to release another 10 books over the next 12 months.

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Poetry to End Prohibition

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The Tawny Frogmouth on Prohibition Free PDF

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poetry, poetry

Creation of the Australian Poetry Hall of Fame and Museum

Monday 24th of March 2020

Driving home from the Banjo Paterson Australian Poetry Festival and competition, I stopped in a small county town of Guyra on the New England Tableland. I got out to have a walk and stretch my legs and found an empty theater. I met the owner and he showed me around. I thought about it for 5 seconds and said “I’ll take it”

What to do? I had a lot to imagine on the remaining three hour drive home to Lillian Rock near Nimbin.

LIGHT BULB MOMENT

“THE AUSTRALIAN POETRY HALL OF FAME AND MUSEUM”

Tuesday 25th of February to 29th of February 2020

Furiously writing business plan, begin selling all my excess belongings, transition plan, income streams, advertise Atlantis for sale, cost benefit analysis, expenses, projected income, planning space, poets in residence.

Brainstorming and more brainstorming: Mission Statement

Register domain name and website: http://australianpoetryhalloffame.com/ 

Sunday 1st of March 2020 8:04pm

Register Business Name online at ASIC website: AUSTRALIAN POETRY HALL OF FAME

Sunday 1st of March 2020 8:33pm

HURDLE: Receive automated email “Application Rejected

Monday morning, JUMP HURDLE: LODGE APPLICATION TO REVIEW DECISION

Monday 2nd of March 2020

Midday: Go to the Bush Theatre in Nimbin and write projected benefits for town, withing two years 10 direct FTE jobs, 20 flowon FTE jobs, 3 to 5 new businesses, new industry of tourism, contact solicitor, contact and engage local accountant, expenses, Xero, Square POS,

More Brainstorming: Hall of Fame big murals, Songlines Room representing artists and poets from all original nations, functions, events fundraiser, poets breakfasts, craft and farmers market, annual poetry competition, festival, bush poetry, comedy night, ” The Club with No Beer” night club, fun, yoga and fitness classes, free adult literacy classes, giving to the community, writing workshops, poetry slams, community dinners, open mic night. bush dances, drumming circles, timeline, rewiew, independent film, theatre productions,  story telling nights, video productions, fun, publishing books.

So much to think about and do that I think I need to go to bed and rest,

I will keep you updated on this exciting new journey in my life.

However before I go I will share my newest poem.

GENESIS CHAPTER ONE: CREATION ACCORDING TO THUNDERCLOUD REPAIRIAN

On the seventh day he rested, relieved beyond belief
that he had overcome his fear and self limiting belief
When he looked below at all the things he’d done
He cried with joy and thanked his strength and then he thanked the sun

Then on Sunday

On the day of the sun after rest he made a plan
There is a lot of work to do this week to make this life more grand
Everything was dark so he lit a light
on the day of the sun he shone very bright
He took a pen paper, plotted, calculated, planned
Calculated more, dreamt his future shinning grand
But then Monday came again and he thought, “Oh Mate!”
I am very excited by this plan of mine that is great
But it is now time to make these waters flow
Open the flood gate to the firmament seas and rivers grow
Then the seeds were planted and he brought forth the grass
the trees the herbs flowers and beauty that would last
Then came the lights to the firmament to divide day and night
and stars came in seasons to dance and sing day and shine bright

And the stars were set into the firmament like a “hall of fame”
After that the water creatures and gave them all a name
Then water creatures arrived and abundance for all
Whales, dolphins, every flying creature celebrated in the life of the hall
Of Life came next the beasts of the land, the koalas and sheep
Next came Jackaroo and Jillaroo with Little Beau Peep
And he said “OK you mob, yas can be just like me”
“Nurture the earth and you will all live fruitfully
You have every seed and herb and fruit of earth to eat
Why on Earth insist on eating beasts and eating meat?
On the Sixth day he looked back at what he had achieved and said “I have done my best”
So I reckon that tomorrow should be my day of rest
When all his work was finished he went walking in the wood
He sanctified it all and said “Life is fukin good”
“I made the earth and heavens and Jack and Jill are mates
I think I will stir up some trouble and temptation I’ll create”

So he made a tree of life in the garden of eden
Jill became Jacks wife and then they were even
because they were locked into a marriage contract
Jill was tempted by a big banana and Jack absolutely cracked
He said “if you loved me you wouldn’t have eaten from the tree of life
Get out of my garden you are no longer my wife
I forgive you Jill but until you repent
“I will live here alone in my garden with this here serpent”

Stay tuned for more information as the Australian Poetry Hall of Fame develops.

 

 

change, ecosystems, Life lessons, poetry, writing

Speak to us of Lust

“Speak to us of Lust before you leave

Your vision of lust makes us think of greed”

 

The Thundercloud rained, “Lust is a double edged sword and can cut you to pieces or cut a path to your future”

Lust can keep you burning in hell with the lust to be perfect or lust for control. Lust can make you sick with obesity or destroy your character with spiteful words. Lust feeds you the “flavour point” with a perfect balance of salt, sugar and fat. Lust makes you waste time chasing Satan’s rainbow at the end of the video game, masturbate to porn, ejaculate and give up your dreams to please other people. Lust for food, money drugs, sex, tobacco, drugs, alcohol, adrenaline, causing fear and power.

Lust for power will make strong men weak with corruption.

Lust for beauty makes naturally beautiful women paint clown makeup on their face, cut their noses off, suck fat out, insert silicon, inject botox, lift faces, inject fillers, pay a fortune for a garment made by a woman paid one dollar per day and pay a personal trainer to tell them to move their fat ass,

“Lust for life” said Thundercloud, “that’s a whole other ballgame and that is the edge of the sword that you want to use”

Lust for life can take you walking up mountains, past crystal waterfalls, into caves with treasure of silver and gold. Lust for life is knowing your purpose and where you are headed. Lust for Life is the Captain of the Pirate Ship heading straight into the storm knowing that there is smooth sailing on the other side.

Lust for Life can make you say “See you later baby… I’m outta here”

Lust for Life wakes you at 4:30am and says get up and exercise in the cold winter morning. It takes you down the health food isle and makes you repulsed by the sweets,  crisps and sugary soft drinks isle of the supermarket. Lust for life has you growing you own organic vegetables and eating a predominantly plant based diet. Lust for life has you shopping at the Organic Food Cooperative and avoiding the supermarket altogether.

Lust for life has you driven by purpose setting goals, plans and applying them in action that sees you getting what you want.

Lust for life is the rain which sprouts the seed, the storm that feeds the river.

Lust for life is showing the truth to a liar like a lightning bolt to a tree on a hill.

Lust for life says goodbye narcissist and hello humility, goodbye judgement and hello acceptance, hello self love and goodbye hateful people, goodbye and you are welcome to play with your gang of bullies but I don’t want any part of it.

“Is that all?” the crowd asked

“No” replied Thundercloud

“Tell us more please” they begged

“NO” Thundercloud boomed out, ” I have plans to sprout seeds, fill rivers and strike lone trees on hills to make ozone”

And Thundercloud stormed off leaving behind a rainbow.

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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 😉

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.

Life lessons, writing

He existed but did not live

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.

Weathered grey fence post
When he turned back his grey box turned into a grey fencepost wrapped in barbed wire

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.
Woe rested.
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.

Tall Blue Gum Trees
He saw blue sky, and all shades of emerald and green.


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.
Stunned,
Woe sat down.

He looked up and saw a rainbow.