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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.
poetry, poetry, politics, writing

Climate Emergency

#ClimateEmergency

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Slander propaganda

You might consider action and today is the day
There’s a climate emergency that won’t go away
If we don’t work together to protest and shout
The message won’t be heard and will not get out

Imagine a world filled with peace and free energy
From renewables for all and plant billions of trees
I won’t happen if you believe the Courier Mail
If you don’t protect and take action the ecosystem could fail
But if you start today to protect life on Earth
End the coal days with a renewable rebirth

Take the day off to take Climate Action
To stop the Climate Emergency and government Inaction

You might consider to #disrupt and #disobey
The propaganda in the Courier Mail today

Get out of your home and take over the street
When we all work together the climate emergency is beat

There’s a climate emergency, time for you
Glue yourself to the road with superglue

Get on the fresh air and protest today
Or the #Climate Emergency is coming your way

Original Poetry written by Thundercloud Repairian, Nimbin based publisher, writer and performance poet. Thundercloud is available for performances and readings

Email Thundercloud

“Washing away the garbage and leaving behind rainbows”

LINK TO #ClimateEmergency protest in Brisbane

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Our Darling is Dying

In July 2016 I was travelling through western New South Wales when my by bus Atlantis broke a fuel line. I repaired the bus with the help of a local earthmoving business. I got on my way the next day and had a blow out ten kilometers out of town.

The desert was green from a few recent showers but the Darling River was low and I was not leaving Wilcannia until I had replaced the tyre in Broken Hill. It so happened that the Barkindji mob and some other local had organised a protest to stop traffic on the only bridge over the Darling River for half an hour, every hour, all weekend.

During my stay in Wilcannia, I met the kindest and most welcoming people in all of my travels but I also met a people struggling to hold on to their traditions and way of life because the Darling River or Barka as it’s known locally is drying up.

In Queensland and New South Wales, corruption and water theft and harvesting has stopped the flow of the mighty Darling River which once flowed all year round and is a vital source of food, culture and recreation for the Barkindji people of Wilcannia. The Barka is now not even a trickle but a series of muddy billabongs with dying fish, yabbies, turtles and andthing else that once lived there.

The Barkindji people of Wilcannia are tough and self sufficient but their community orchard and garden can’t be watered and fresh produce is prohibitively expensive due to the freight costs. Without access to freshly caught fish and fresh produce, the health of the Brakindji people is being adversely impacted. There are also important social and cultural remifications of the Barka not flowing. There are a whole generation of young people who aren’t getting to fish, swim or go camping on the river and learn culture. This also leads to depression and alcohol abuse in the community.

In 2016 vwhen I stayed in Wilcannia there was still water in the river for the town because of the weir but in January 2019 the situation is dire and the water quality is decreasing in town all allong the river to the point of being undrinkable.

This problem is not isolated to Wilcannia but ultimately affect the whole Murray Darling Basin and the ecosystem of the continent.

Why has thias happened?

Two main reasons:

1. The drought caused by 200+ years of land clearing and deforestation has lead to a vastly different and drier climate in Auastralia.

2. Mismanagemant and corruption by politicians, farmers and large corporate cotton agriculture.

The solution is simple. Restore stream flow and mass tree planting and reforestation accross the entire catchment of the Darling. This could be done by a National River and Forest Brigade and reassigning the military forces to productive and nurturing purposes instead of destructive purposes.

The management of the Murray Darling should be by a single national body and responsibility taken away from the states as the Murray-Darling crosses borders.

There are some many other steps including the covering of irrigation canals, changing from cotton to hemp farming for fibre, restoring cross land flows by removing artifical barriers. However for now, I have written the following song/poem to raise awareness of this important national issue of environmental, ecological and socio-cultural significance. Please share to bring awareness to this issue.

Our Darling is Dying

Our Darling is dying and running quite dry

The Barkindji man said, I just want to cry

I went to the Darling and all I could see

Was a dry river bed, no longer flowing free

Dead fish were floating with poison and sick

Long muddy billabong, blue green algae slick

“Our river would always flow to the sea

Even in drought she always flowed free”

“There was always abundance and plenty of feed

But now she’s exploited by corporate greed”

Dinners and deals and networks of corruption

The Darling River is dying, this is it’s destruction

National politicians take donations of greed

From cotton corporations with their GMO seed

Four hundred thousand Megalitres for just Cubbie Station

But no water or fish for the Barkindji Nation

Other farm’s water theft is also a crime

The new laws don’t stop them our Darling is dying

Cotton farms, water theft, corruption as donations

The Darling is dying because of greedy cotton stations

Out there in Wilcannia there’s no fishing for feeds

No water for veggies so the garden’s just weeds

Two dollars for an apple, a lettuce ten or more

A dry river makes us sick and keeps us all poor

Just drinking and fighting and wearing a frown

Waiting for the Darling River to flow down

There’s no fishing, or swimming or camping anymore

There’s nothing to do and life is a bore

A dead roo in the river but it didn’t drown

It died when it drank the poison river water down

It’s time that we started the Barkindji man said

If the river doesn’t flow the whole country will be dead

Free up the Darling River and bring it back to life

Or the whole ecosystem is in trouble and strife

Everything must be done and we have what it takes

To naturally refill the whole Menindee lakes

To bring back silver perch, yellow belly and cod

Our Darling, Our source of life, Rainbow serpent God

If we don’t let the water flow I will sing this song

Till the Darling River is no more a muddy billabong

Clean up the river and make it like long before

and the Darling can waltz and flow forever more

But our Darling River’s is dying and our Darling is dry

The Barkindji man said, I just want to cry

Song Copyright James Arthur Warren, Thundercloud Reparian

Sung to the tune of Music Waltzing Matilda composed by Christina McPherson 1895 all instruments played by Charles Whitmer https://youtu.be/L-jftwjDzc4

You can contact me below if you are interested in using this song.

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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