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Walking on the Moon…

What is your favorite form of physical exercise?

With so many forms of exercise that is available my personal favourite is walking my (JRT= Jack Russell Terrier) on a daily basis finishing with a few stretches on my return. A dog walk gets you out (for me twice a day ) meaning I hit my 10k steps most days . It’s fresh air – a change of scenery (helps your mental health ) especially as I work from home.

A Walk in the Park

Get the harness ready

Hook up the dog lead

With a stance that’s steady

Let’s use energy as a feed

Exercise your body

Loosen up your mind

Bypass the lazy and the shoddy

Getting fit is the goal to find

No barking from you

Dogs love to trot and run

Running off the lead is nothing new

You chase your pet; exercise = fun

Satisfy your need

Give yourself a pat on your back

Keep going: where will lead?

Just remember : there’s never anytime to slack…

Dreaming into Reality?

What alternative career paths have you considered or are interested in?

Once again I I haven’t choices for this question.

  1. One of my alternative careers would have been to become a stockbroker or an actuary ..something along those lines . I’m good with numbers and I’m in sales now so this would have been one of choices if I could have gone to university. (Another goal aspired to but not reachable from my background) . Watching films like Wall Street I did wander if I could have lived that life especially in the decadent and voyeuristic Lifestyle depicted in the 1980’s and 90’s. Anyway the money would have been great, as long as you survived the 100 mile an hour weekly race to step on anyone around you (if the films are to be believed )…
  2. 2nd choice is still my dream. Becoming a full time and sustainable writer of books, poetry , thrillers and adventures. I have 3 books available covering : poetry (Poems for the Festive Season)- 25 poems one foreach day to take from December 1-25th. I https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00Q3C4BEU
  3. I have a Young Adult fantasy, mystery adventure – Pentagon Pirate Gang: The Secret of the Orchard (available on Amazon and book shops- this is the first in the series)- https://amzn.eu/d/c4Xq0Ef
  4. finally for Adults- Company of Fools (Amazon only ) – comedy drama about the year in the life of a salesman as he seeks 3 life goals (1 a wife 2 a good job 3 start a family )…https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08GFS1W18/
  5. Maybe one day that ‘Dream’ will become a ‘Reality’..,(happy to get any advice /help on anything to do with writing/publishing/marketing )

Jamaica – WHERE MOVIE MAGIC IS WRITTEN…

For the sake of remembrance and just returning from my mother’s homeland in Jamaica, it reminded me of Ian Fleming, his books on Jame Bond (007) and the fact he has a Hotel called Goldeneye near Ocho Rios means I couldn’t resist re-telling the first Bond movie shot mostly in Jamaica some 61 years (released October 1962).

So here is my poetic repost of that first encounter with the ‘Man with the Golden Gun, who ‘Died/lived Twice’ and faced his first real enemy in the shaped of the ham-fisted Dr No.

I wonder who will fill next fill the 007 shoes and what dangers lie in wait for them …

THE FIRST IN THE SERIES (COVERING THE BOND MOVIES) – this is my own title v- enjoy…feedback..respond..

NO WAY…

It was an EON ago when it began

Nineteen sixty-two I believe

Broccoli and Saltzman had a plan

And there he was Mr. Sean Connery

From the pen of Mr. Fleming

Films that set the spy world alight

Cinema goers followed the sparkle like lemmings

Off the cliff of entertainment, into the night

In Jamaica an inspired Fleming wrote

They filmed Dr. No there

The exotic location was worthy of note

The choice, like Bond, was a dare

Bond fought ‘the hand’ of crime

Used the tricks of the trade

Ursula shone like a coin, a dime

Beauty met beauty; in Jamaica it was made

With action, pace and the one liner

Delivered to the enemy and the viewer

Followed by the baddie with a shiner

As Bond sat in a bow tie, eating from a skewer

With a nod and a wink

Good triumphs over evil

Facing the barrel of a Walther also makes one think

About not reneging on paying your bill

The bill for SPECTRE is a high one

Only 007 can guarantee payment

Supported by Ryder their work is done 

Now it’s time to send the statement

With Dr No. dead in the pool

Bond can get his hand on;

Cuddling Honey Rider as calm and as cool

Then sail away to safety; to the Bond theme song…

Welcome to the world of the Pentagon Pirate Gang…

Somewhere in the deep wooded Sherwood Forest lies a school – in it the young students have to compete to reveal life long secrets that are too powerful for them to learn. But learn them they do.

What happens when that time arrives and the vengeful head mistress Mrs Blackfruit and her sidekick the deputy head Mr Thornby decide to step in using their own version of punishment on the 5 students who band to together to form the Pentagon Pirate Gang.

Listen how the story unfolds here…

Audio Ad for Pentagon Pirate Gang; The Secret of the Orchard- J W Nelson

Let me know what you think, of the ad, the book (please leave a review) and the story – this is the first in the series. Book two on the way…

70th Heaven – The Queen’s Platinum Jubilee

In memory of the longest serving monarch in British history here is one way to remember our Elizabeth – “The Queen of all Hearts”

70 years later we are ready for another celebration. A date set for all the of the uk. A time to come together a one nation. This is my small take for a poetic viewpoint.

70th HEAVEN

Q uintessential

U nsurpassed

E lemental time

E lapsed

N ational appeal

E ngland is home

L ong may she reign over this;

I slands ruled from the throne

Z ooming

A cross the ether

B roadband carries her waves

E ver present from past to future

T omorrow is yet another day

H eraldry holds the spine that is set

P rominence is the byword

L et us never forget

A n announcement that must be heard

T hree score and ten years

I rrefutable in its achievement

N ow we exhibit the joy of tears

U nmatched by the personification of sentiment

M arvel in the trust; we have the belief

J ustified across the board

U nflinching is our master chief

B ending on knees she knight the lords

I n harmonious voice

L et your soul and hearts ring at seven

E ncompass family; sing and rejoice

E lizabeth holds her arms out; welcoming you all to 70th Heaven…

70th Heaven – The Queen’s Platinum Jubilee

In memory of the longest serving monarch in British history here is one way to remember our Elizabeth – “The Queen of all Hearts”

70 years later we are ready for another celebration. A date set for all the of the uk. A time to come together a one nation. This is my small take for a poetic viewpoint.

70th HEAVEN

Q uintessential

U nsurpassed

E lemental time

E lapsed

N ational appeal

E ngland is home

L ong may she reign over this;

I sland ruled from the throne

Z ooming

A cross the ether

B roadband carries her waves

E ver present from past to future

T omorrow is yet another day

H eraldry holds the spine that is set

P rominence is the byword

L et us never forget

A n announcement that must be heard

T hree score and ten years

I rrefutable in its achievement

N ow we exhibit the joy of tears

U nmatched by the personification of sentiment

M arvel in the trust; we have the belief

J ustified across the board

U nflinching is our master chief

B ending on knees she knight the lords

I n harmonious voice

L et your soul and hearts ring at seven

E ncompass family; sing and rejoice

E lizabeth holds her arms out; welcoming you all to 70th Heaven…

BLUE SKY THINKING….

On a random sunny afternoon, sometimes thoughts, ideas, musings from the past, present and future merge as you look skyward. The deepest blue sky and potent yellowy sun start to speak to you in rhyme. So you close your eyes and respond in kind…maybe with something like this…

Sitting in the afternoon sun

I breathe deeply with heat on my back

Not a cloud my eyes can see

My pet dog lies strewn with comfort


The trees sway this way and that

Their shadow cast spookily across my lawn

A small insect escapes the blades

As I watch it struggling to find a path


To dream as I do

It only happens when the sky is eternally blue

A cool breeze refuses to share it’s energy

And supply me, my dog with sufficient air


To feel my dreams develop beyond

An horizon that is impossible to view

How the mind works to supply hope

To those who dare to dream

When sky becomes eternally blue

Radiating heat from the sun

Splatters on my face

On my back on my neck

It’s the suns way of a loving embrace


Yes I dream still of nothing

Into the eternal blue yonder

To find no answers as such

Light years from perdition

I hope and can only wonder


Enjoying the reflective glare

Squinting with delight not derision

My blue sky that is above me;

Could it mean I’m looking;

Directly into the heavens?


A star; yes the celestial being

A yellow ball of sublime heat

And perfunctory light

I sit here to worship your power

With every bone and sinew


The blue sky motivates the thinker

Metastasises the brain like an engine

Churns thoughts, hopes, the unseen shadow

Eyes open wide now as the truth

Waits for you unbidden

When Final Whistle Blows

When the final whistle blows

How will you feel?

Has Kane and Sterling boosted our mood

Will Pickford protect our goal like a shield?

When the final whistle blows

Can Kalvin and Rice protect us?

Or will Stones and Maguire safeguard our back

Or should we ‘Jose’ and park the bus…

When the final whistle blows

We can rely on climbing the ‘Mount’

We see Reece James fly down the wing

Leaving the ‘Italian Job’ with money to count

When the final whistle blows

The young Bellingham and Sancho arrive;

Speed and skill intertwine

Our ‘young bloods’ are start to thrive

When the final whistle blows

Saka and Grealish move at pace;

Let’s trouble the Italian old guard

And give them something else to face

When the final whistle blows

Foden and Rashford add more to the mix;

Left or right makes no odds

A problem we hope the Italians can’t fix

When the final whistle blows

Walker and Mings sit tight;

Calmness plus speed suits us fine

In any match, any day or any night

When the final whistle blows

We hope to be ‘tripping’ the light fantastic;

At any moment you may not be Shaw

Fingers crossed we won’t need anything too drastic

When the final whistle blows

Where will you all be?

It could be heaven or in some hell of a place

We’ll all have to wait and see

When the final whistle blows

55 years is a long time to ‘roam’

I just hope and pray; with a nod and a wink

Gareth; will bring our football home…

The Bond Poetic Vol 3. Returns in: ” The Finger of Gold “

The third Bond Film still ranks in the memory for several reasons. The gold painted lady, the ‘ejector seat’ stunt and ‘that Jag’, then Bond on the table coming perilously close to becoming a soprano and not living to ‘sing that particular tale’.

At Christmas approaches I’m sure we’ll see the usual catalogue of Bond movies to remind how the whole ‘spy movie’ thing got started and seems here to stay.

It was now 1964

The world no longer on hold

007 faces a nemesis once more

A man hypnotised by Gold

—–

Into the fray Bond tracks his man

They know him  as ‘Goldfinger’

The DB5 speeds through Switzerland

No time to slow down, or to linger

——

Smuggling himself into that life

The Golf course is the venue

Odd Job ensures there is no strife

Then removes a head, that cannot be renewed

—–

A crafty plan is set in motion

Is Pussy Galore the key?

Bond has other ideas with her devotion

To change her mind to switch teams?

—–

Bond is caught in the lion’s den

The criminal fraternity are shrouded in smoke 

Goldfinger’s plan is not an ‘if’, but ‘when’

The men in that room perished by the choke

——

Strapped to a table about five feet high

Bond utters his final convincing words

Goldfinger responds ‘You’re supposed to die’

Bond’s luck is in; as his pitch is heard 

—–

But Galore’s planes are now in the air

Poisonous gases ready to deploy

A change of heart the soldiers it did spare

Denying Goldfinger his moment to enjoy

—–

With a plan B, Goldfinger changes tack

Leave Bond trapped with his Korean brick

Bond gives him a shock when he attacks

A sizzling finale did just the trick

—–

Leiter thinks the job is done

Auric has other schemes and ways 

On Galore’s plane Auric saw the sun

And that was the end of Goldfinger’s days…

Black History/B.L.M. Vol 1 – October 2024 – J W NELSON

‘There’s no mystery to Black History‘ (that’s my little poetic saying). Parents from Jamaica. I have traced my ancestry back to the point when slavery was just abolished (around 1834).

And now nearly 200 years later in the UK my son and daughter are just learning about Black History in school. Wow. Is this ‘Titantic’ ship starting to turn? Who know, hopefully for everyone of colour, wherever we are all are, whatever status we hold, just maybe there are slivers of light appearing amidst the once long and eternally dark tunnel, that we have been treading.

As a would be poet, below is my first take on the many wonderful black inspirational people that have had endure; so people like me, don’t have to as much. More to follow throughout October (and maybe beyond) on other topics.

WHO ARE WE? (starting with the past)

Commemorating Rosa Parks Day | SFMTA

We could be the person on the bus

Your name may be have been Rosa Parkes

Your life made to suffer by the colour of your skin

Yes; they have tried to keep us hidden; into the dark

Assassination of Martin Luther King Jr. - Wikipedia

We were the people without a voice

But Martin Luther made them hear

Look what they did to our dear proud brother

Because he made ‘them’ see what they all feared

Jesse Owens vs Adolf Hitler, Berlin 1936 Olympics | The German who helped  humiliate the Fuhrer

We are the ones that move fast

Yes; Jesse Owens showed the dictator this

In the face of complete and utter oppression

It’s something that hasn’t quite fallen over the precipice

We have own Marvel Man from the past

No wheelchair in sight; but his name has an X

A voice for black empowerment

And contrary to many he wasn’t always vexed

The Story of Phillis Wheatley. By Elizabeth Warren | by Team Warren | Medium

A personal mentor; the first black female poet

If you don’t know; Phillis Wheatley was her name

George Washington recognised the talent

For every poet; she should be in your ‘hall of fame’

We need to be like our once enslaved Frederick Douglass

He fought to support those via the abolition of slavery

Putting pen to paper for all to read

His life, his very own Black History

We are the ones that Marshall the Good

Overturn the wrong for the right

Winning against segregation for the learning to occur

We thank him for providing; ‘out of darkness’ we too now have light

Muhammad Ali | Biography, Bouts, Record, & Facts | Britannica

We are among the ‘greatest’ ones that had to rumble

The man with fists and feet of flight

Yes Cassius/Muhammed Ali knew how to move

You couldn’t stop him talking either; any day or night

Oscar win proved Sidney Poitier was second to none

We are the ones that have had to ACT

Mr. Poitier the consummate pro; won an Oscar

Imagine that in an era for his accolade

Showed that black people could also raise ‘the bar’

We should be Harriet Tubman the saviour

Literally saving over 300 enslaved souls

Nursing her community to a better educated life

She was dedicated, selfless and bold

We are the forerunner’s to make things happen

From a seat of power to make the change

Shirley Chisholm started the political race

And now her stepping stones has put us on the front page

We are the entrepreneur’s with a million in the bank

Madam C J Walker knew how to make ‘hair pay’

Making jobs for over 3,000 people at that time

Means we continue to use her genius every single day 

Review: Marvel's 'Black Panther' Is Politically Passionate Blockbuster  Filmmaking

We are everyone, everything, just like you

We have beautiful, hair, colour, skin and eyes

We are proud, clever, funny with intelligence

We are here, we are all together, let’s all keep aiming for that prize…