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The ‘Meal Deal‘

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What’s your favorite thing to cook?

I’m in the kitchen;

What flavours will put my tongue on the hook?

Shall attempt some spicy chicken

Yes, maybe that’s what I’ll cook

Season with jerk, salt and pepper

Rub it all in with my hands

The tasty odour already makes you feel better

Yes, these are my cooking plans

Put in the fridge to marinate

While I have a sip of wine,

My stomach starts to assimilate

That food that is oh so fine

Coconut, spring onion added to rice

Topped with red kidney beans

Left to simmer, the smell sweet n nice

My senses now are very, very keen

The veg is in the steamer

The fried plantain is sizzling in the pan

I’m kicking it just like Bieber

That’s me, the ‘kitchen master’ man

Now it’s time to serve

Your food utopia on a plate

Patiently waiting, you hold your nerve

Your tastebuds put you right at heaven’s gate

I won’t take credit

I just hope I’ve made you feel

But you are now in my debit

With my very special “Meal Deal”

Walking on the Moon…

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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…

Keeping things in MIND…(how do you cope in todays frantic, often brutal & unforgiving world)

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For protection many will seek only the people or the process close to home. The ones you can trust. In effect you have to put yourself in a ‘bubble’ to keep out the ‘rays of destruction’ firing at you from all angles.

Well being is touted often and maybe in some people’s eyes far too often. Yet everyone has the propensity to ‘suffer’ from any type of instability. As it’s such a personal journey what affects one person is water if a ducks back to someone else. Still you treat each case as necessary. Maybe little little ditty reminds us all that it could be ‘me’ next or at some point in the future.

The Bubble

 

Something isn’t quite right

I cannot tell you what;

Tormenting me all day and night

Like that buzzing fly, I need to swat

 

I rack my torrid, fragile brain

Hoping to find some respite

No umbrella nearby and here comes the rain

A creeping darkness now envelopes the light

 

How do I get break free?

What help can I seek?

Is the answer; a glass of vodka martini?

Or will someone listen, as my words leak

 

Being in a bubble keeps you sane

Locked inside a delirium of fantasy and awe

The next addiction is sweet like sugar cane

A damaged mind plays tricks and is never a bore

 

As I sit here and ponder the winding route

Of where to plunder next;

Where is the map of support I can salute?

You can send that to me by text

 

I can read it, and will probably weep

My eyes, heart, filled with trepidation

Out of my skin my words begin to seep

Please defibrillate me into resuscitation

 

With a heavy, laden load I submit

Over to you to pick me up

I hope you’ll never ever quit

Lead me to once again, to drink from the ‘happy’ cup

 

 

Football maybe on its way home?

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A thrilling match, an even thrilling finale – the final is in the future as we patiently await the outcome. The only question that remains is; What will be the result When the Final Whistle Blows…

When The Final Whistle Blows…

 

When the final whistle blows,

How will you feel?

Has Kane and Watkins boosted our mood

Will Pickford protect our goal like a shield? 

 

When the final whistle blows,

Can Gallagher and Rice protect us?

Or will Stones and Dunk safeguard our back

Or should we ‘Jose’ and park the bus…

 

When the final whistle blows,

We can rely on the speed of Bellingham and Eze

We may see Joe Gomez move down the wing 

As we celebrate a goal with a ‘Yay’!

 

When the final whistle blows, 

The young Mainoo and Wharton will arrive;

Speed and skill intertwine 

Our ‘young bloods’ are starting to thrive

 

When the final whistle blows,

Saka and Gordon move at pace;

Let’s trouble every defensive guard

And give them something else to face 

 

When the final whistle blows,

Bowen and Foden add more to the mix;

Left or right makes no odds

A problem we hope any team can’t fix

 

When the final whistle blows 

Walker and Konsa sit tight;

Calmness plus speed suits us fine

In any match, any day or any night 

 

 

 

 

When the final whistle blows,

Sublime feet sends Guehi and Arnold out

A pass of brilliance will be delivered

The receiver latches on; and has no need to shout

 

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,

Palmer and Toney add even more threat

A chilling celebration we hope

On a final date in the future, that is now set

 

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,

58 years is a long time to ‘roam’

I just hope and pray; with a nod and a wink Gareth; please bring our football home…

Snow – Santa-Freezing-time for : The Christmas MEAT(ing)…

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As we begin the run in to Christmas Day and the festivities that compliment this annual occasion – here is a little something to consider for that ‘big day’…

CHRISTMAS MEAT (ing)

Stuff the Turkey

Roast the Chicken

Goose fat ‘tatoes are murky

Tasty though, they’re finger lickin’

Luscious leg of Lamb

Gorgeous 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 won’t make you moo

Just make sure that you’re not eating horse…

Complete your prep, with a sweet tooth in mind

Cream, pastry, chocolates 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)!

Jamaica – WHERE MOVIE MAGIC IS WRITTEN…

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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…

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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…

“There is great power in humble fruit”

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Want to learn about the Secrets of the Orchard? Start your poetic journey here…

 

 

The first book in the highly rated* Mid-grade/Young Adult, fantasy, mystery adventure is available online (Amazon, Barnes & Noble, World of Books) and in book shops (Foyles and Waterstones)where a thrilling read awaits you in ; Pentagon Pirate Gang; The Secrets of the Orchard. https://www.amazon.co.uk/Pentagon-Pirate-Gang-Secret-Orchard/dp/1800942745/

 

* https://bookviralreviews.com/book-reviews/childrens-mysteries/

 

* https://literarytitan.com/2022/11/02/pentagon-pirate-gang/

 

 

Here below is a poetic insight into the story and the characters; a sneak glimpse into the fantasy world of the School of Fruit Teaching (S.O.F.T.) set in the deep wooded Sherwood Forest, where mystical mystery and skulduggery abound…

 

 

                                    The Rise of the Five (part 1)

 

 

            In the place where once Robin Hood stood alive

            A school hidden deep in the wood began to contrive

            A story rich in fruit, taste and flavour

            The odd rotten apple, can cause some very bad behaviour

 

            In the summer camp, at the Fruit of School Teaching

            The headmistress held private talks and secret meetings

            To hide the truth from the students that sought;

            To oust what was being hidden, and could not be bought

 

            For Amie, Gramon, Semia, Violer and Oro

            This school would mean more that they would ever know

            Fighting to learn the truth that will make them change

            The challenge, belief and trust, it would make them deranged

 

            With help from Mr Tumbleweed and Mrs Peaches

            They fight back against the vengeful leeches

            Of Mrs Blackfruit and her deputy Mr Thornby

            Who lock Oro up with only himself for company

 

            Yet, with their new found fruit enhanced senses

They conjure a plan to break down the defences

            To rescue Oro from the hidden dark hole

            It is a daring scheme ‘brave, cunning and bold’….

 

 

Find out what happens next – in the next poetic update from the first in the Pentagon Pirate Gang series. (Or if you cannot wait – get yourself a copy online or order in the shops and leave a review!)

 

thanks J W Nelson

 

 

PPG – The Secret is nearly out…

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A young Adult book is due out soon…Pentagon Pirate Gang: The Secret of the Orchard..

The secret is still waiting to be revealed (re-launch August 9th – on Amazon and shortly after in bookshops)

In the middle of Sherwood Forest, in Nottinghamshire there is a school. The School of Fruit Teaching (S.O.F.T.). 5 young students aged 8-15 embark on a mammoth investigation at the schools summer camp. The secret and many more have been kept from everyone except the people hiding it – The headmistress Mrs Blackfruit and her deputy and right man Mr Thornby.

As the investigation unfolds the newly formed Pentagon Pirate Gang learn that a 50 year old occurrence seems to have returned once more to cast further danger upon them and the other unsuspecting summer school students, and the parents of the five students that have taken up the mantle to put themselves in a zone of danger, mystery and adventure, that is just beginning…

More information on the release of Pentagon Pirate Gang: The Secret of the Orchard will be available soon. (available in book stores and online at Amazon)

Other books by J W Nelson – E-book – Poems for the Festive Season (Amazon only – all ages) and Company of Fools – (available as an E-book and Paperback – on Amazon – adult comedy drama/romcom).

Order your copy of any of my books above and please leave an honest review if you can – thank you

Order a copy here at Amazon – https://www.amazon.co.uk/Pentagon-Pirate-Gang-Secret-Orchard/dp/1800942745/ (or at Waterstones/Foyles/Barnes & Noble/World of Books)

Read or listen to an example review here:

https://bookviralreviews.com/book-reviews/childrens-mysteries/

Children’s Mysteries

You can reach J W Nelson on Twitter; @jwnelson3 /jwnelson2k@gmail.com or Facebook / https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100010453759002

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BLUE SKY THINKING….

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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