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Husband, father, worker, writer, poet, cinema junkie, film critic, a teacher (of sorts), positive, dedicated , a dancer, music lover...

MESS! (inspired by my daughter Mia)

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My  daughter is 7 years old and  whilst we are on a school term break, she has to learn and recite from memory a poem she chosen from several handed out by her class teacher. she chose beautifully written poem called Yuck. Here I attempt (in my own innocent style) a similar themed prose that tries to hit the same marks, based on the inspired choice ( I might add) of poem originally selected. Here goes…

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MESS!

You all have to learn to wipe

When you visit the loo

I’m fed up of getting my hands

Anywhere near your poo…

 

You’ve just eaten some raw egg

Now a mouth full of jam, stale milk and beans

I can see that you’re about to cough

And I know just what that means

 

A shower of yuckie food

Flying through the air

Luckily I moved just in time

The MESS only caught my hair!

 

Looking after all of you

Involves a lot of stress

It doesn’t mean I don’t love you

I could do without the MESS!

 

Marvel (ous) Universe Begins- Part 1

 

The Strength of the HULK

The speed of IRON MAN

To beat you to a pulp

Or crush you like a tin can

 

The God-like power of the THOR

The return of CAPTAIN AMERICA’s Steve

The action, never will it bore

Or make you want to get up and leave

 

The mind altering prowess of XAVIER

The cutting, sharpness of the WOLVERINE

Could Charles be mankind’s ultimate saviour?

A showstopper if put on our screens…

 

Would Jean Grey ‘lift’ our wilting mood

Could MAGNETO ‘attract’ our me(n)tal attention?

If they had children  – what an awesome brood

The road to mutant revolution or cessation?

 

Eye wonder how CYCLOPS sees things?

The intelligent BEAST would confur maybe?

The future is here for super human beings

Shield’s response would be swift and scathing?

 

What does Fury know

You understand he could be mimicked by Raven

Her effervescent  camouflage never shows

As she cleverly hides inside her own little haven

 

Sticking to our human nature we look to the AMAZING SPIDER-MAN

Is he related to the mysterious BLACK WIDOW?

He lives in an apartment no bigger than a tin can

This Russian keeps secrets she wants no one else to know

 

Apparently an apocalyptic event is upon us

Will we be rescued and at what cost?

A few mum’s and Dad’s with some extra Vitamin B+?

I’m waiting to be saved by a certain Emma Frost….

The 400 bards, words &Sonnets Arise

So I suppose thou years hang by

A celebration ye say not for thee to cry

A man of guile and gift of pen

Less we cherish his works every now and then

We seeketh his profound prominent view

Dispersed like rain drops followeth from dew

Words, sonnets, actions, poetically plays..

After 4 eclectic centuries still they guide our footsteps today

We maketh no mistake this is past reaching into our future

Toucheth all mankind’s sweet variety of culture

Pens at the ready, write, act, discover without fear

Your inspiration still abounds, written in ink by someone called Mr Shakespeare. ..

 

All about me? Say hello to…?

Why not I’m a writer

I don’t box, so I’m no fighter

Like to boogie when I get chance

And by the way it means I like to dance

Like being happy and never sad

My occuptaion is being more than a dad

Never naughty so no ending up in court

Enjoy going to the gym and playing many sports

Enjoy the taste of food, especially spiced lamb

Yes I’m the man from the midlands – Yes that’s Birmingham

No hiding in my family of six

Growing up was like a certain film – maybe the Matrix?

The blue pill guided my path, my life

Doors opened, I found a job and my wife

The red pill meant having a boy and a girl

Precocious little blighters, make up our small world

I have always wanted to write

To have the ability to excite

Involve, stimulate and entertain 

That’s the target, that is my gain

Hello from JW Nelson – a poetic set piece about me and who I am and try to be.

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The Tree (it’s starting to look a lot like…)

The Tree…

 

So December arrives

What does it mean?

We count down the days

Oh yes, we’re really keen

 

The garden centre beckons

Another arduous trip

Never mind the madding crowds

But watch the ice, in case you slip

 

You view fifty trees

They all look the same

In frustration you pick the first one

It’s the annual run around game

 

Now into the car

You bend, twist, and shove

Eating needles you hadn’t planned on

Once in, you raise your eyes up above

 

With ease you bring it home

Stand back –  look at your icon with pride

Until you notice something is missing

You now want to run away and hide

 

Never mind, a job is done

The family will be pleased

No concern about the lopsided tree

Or being continually teased and teased…

 

More like this: @Poems for the Festive Season on Amazon.co.uk

 

Christmas MEAT (ING)…

Stuff the Turkey

Roast the Chicken

Goose fat ‘tatoes are murky

Tasty though, they’re finger lickin’

 

Luscious leg of Lamb

Georgous side of Gammon

Sausages wrapped in ham

Oh, and don’t forget the freshly caught Salmon

 

Pluck the Pheasant, Goose or Duck

Tantalise taste buds with some wine based jus

Order now, or be out of luck

Supplant the potatoes  with Cous Cous?

 

Not just meat, we all need greens

Broccoli and Brussels light up our plate

The earth will be a better place to be seen

In the global food climate debate

 

Add some carrots, roast parsnips too

Compliment the diet with a variety in types of sauce

A tender cut of beautiful Beef wont make you moo

Just make sure that your’e not eating horse…

 

Complete your prep, with a sweet tooth in mind

Cream, pastry, chocolate are on the festive menu

Look hard enough and I’m sure you’ll find

Some of us searching for the loo!

 

Christmas is now around the bend

Prepare well, include plenty of seating

Seek out the tablets to put you on the mend

As you partake in your chosen Christmas MEAT (ing)!

 

Have a poetic Christmas with a poem for 25 days @ https://t.co/D6RHIK5WHY (amazon)

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The Journey (the 4th in the Tube Traveller Diaries)

 

st panc

Where I arrive and leave…

 

Where to start

maybe at the beginning

Train was late

Left my head spinning

 

worried about the underground

headache on the way

change of plans in effect

Taxi – is now the order of the day

 

missed the rocking and rolling

the warm stuffy atmosphere

missed the close proximity

of not being on board there

 

black_cab_1

 

exit St. Pancras

waiting ages for mr. black cab

we debated the scrouge of Mr Uber

the conversation was anything but drab

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heading for a Brunei owned park lane hotel

I only do upmarket you see

the doorman open my taxi door

there I was, out stepped, little old me

 

the deed was done

the return was now planned

Green Park Tube was calling me

for today however; the tube was banned

green park

The name actually makes sense…parks are usually green…

maybe on another day

me and my TFL travellers will unite

enjoying the flexible JOURNEY

that operates any day and any night..

 

All together now?

Are we really?

Doesn’t seem like it any more

Words cannot express how;

To save your life you play dead on the floor

 

Are these events last week Paris

The tipping point in this thousand years war

The undercurrent simmering like a now erupting volcano

For which we’d better find an ice cold cure

 

Are we really all that different

Aren’t we blood, veins, muscle and sinew?

Do we vent like Andrew Neil

In an verbal attempt to not let this madness continue

 

Are we preventing rather than cure

Getting to the root, planting the right seeds

A careful, meticulous response is a possible thrust

In hopes of developing non-violent, religious agnostic deed

 

Are we the last generation to consume

Such vociferous, rabid disdain and utter hate

The mind boggles at the inhumanity displayed

There’s nothing we want to eat now that’s on our plate

 

Are we going to find answers in; bombs; bullets; diplomacy?

Whatever shape or form they might be

Look to the US, UK, China, Russia, France, the UN etal

The eyes of the world have been opened for all to see

 

Are we to view the horizon with genuine hope

A conglomeration of the best minds, tactics and strategy

Getting to very heart of a fiercely religious, dedicated group

A solution lies in educating the youngest of babies

 

So are we really all together?

This HAS to be resolved in the time to come

Every facet of human existence must be exhausted

We all deserve to walk freely and not have to run

 

Are we there yet?

There is much strength and endurance in a feather

A whisper in the right ear can be heard across the globe

It’s message rings out loud ‘We are ALL together’

 

 

 

Dream Girl

Out of the blue it seemed

I saw a beautiful girl, or was it a dream

If this is real I cannot wait

Must pluck up courage, ask her out on a date

Plan my attack, plan what to say

Time is short, I only have one day

The time will come, and come soon

I’ll ask her to meet me at Benzaro’s at noon

As the tension began to build,

I couldn’t hold it much longer

Emotions increasing,

Getting ever stronger

There she was as gorgeous as can be

It was only a dream, and i needed a wee!!

 

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T.O.W.N (The Overt Winter Night)

What does it mean when the temperature falls?

What does it mean when you are cold?

What does it mean

To the man

                              In the hall?

                              Does it mean

                              He is bold?

                              What does it

                              take to find

                              Heat. What

                              Does it take

                             To have flight.

                             What does it

                             Take to admit

                             Defeat. All it

                             Takes is an

                             Overt Winters

                             Night.