Oh yes it’s that time again
To declare togetherness and love
For those committed to remain
A connection as pure as a dove
Today’s love is smart, warm and clever
For two people to be intwined
A bond to last as long as forever
As we all celebrate every day as a ‘valentine’…
JW Nelson
February 14, 2024
Here is another little bit of that Christmas sprinkle or sparkle whatever you prefer is your call – As always i wish you the very best, yes indeed to one and all.
The Partridge is stuck in a tree
What should we do?
Sing a song, get down one knee?
I could swear I did see two
—-
Oops, sorry that was the Turtle Doves
Yes, there are two of those
Christmas is something everyone loves
Some Turkey and garlic of cloves?
—-
Non! Say the French.
It has to be the trois hens
Don’t agree, be left on the bench
Watch them eat; only through your lens
—-
No fear though,
The four birds outside are calling
Joined by a man, saying, ho, ho, ho
On a sleigh, in the sky, now falling
—-
You throw him five golden rings
Santa needs presents too
Bet you didn’t know he can really sing
There’s so much more he can do
—-
Work his magic on the geese
All six of them lay eggs
The golden ovals represent signs of peace
At this time; no one should ever need to beg
—-
But the water is cold
And the seven swans keep swimming
Wrap up warm, don’t be bold
And your cupboards will be brimming
—-
The eight maids will provide the milk
There’s plenty to go around
Frankincense is replaced by silk
Your footing is now solid, sound
—-
As you celebrate this time of year
And watch nine ladies dance
The ones you love for and care
Surround us and join in the prance
—-
On tiptoes so you can join in
In the circle with the ten lords leaping
Did they have a few shots of Gin?
No, its okay, its all part of the meeting
—-
Moving and swaying to the piper’s tune
The eleven pipe as best they can
Sometime, later that afternoon
They heard the beat of the drumming man
—-
Twelve to be exact
Drumming, drum, drum
Twelve days is a long time to keep up this act
So I say to you all; just go out and have some
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…
For the many, who at this time of year may find themselves in this predicament.
We search high we search low
Our problems we own; confess
No need to put on a show
As we are the homeless
How did we get here
Anyone hazard a guess?
We are normal; you have nothing to fear
But we are still homeless
Out on the streets: this is our home
We try to make it our best
Finding the right place; takes time to roam
But there you have it: we’re still homeless
We locate the large shop front
Try to find warmth among the mess
When we roam we also hunt
There’s no other way when you’re homeless
The light draws in anytime soon
Ready to face the cold night-time test
Sometimes when I look at the moon
It tells me ‘your outside and your homeless’
The boxes surround me as I snuggle in
I’m not a bird; but I’m in my own nest
I don’t mind being near the bins
As I accept my status as being homeless
In the morning hope reins supreme
A Samaritan makes an offer: I say yes
On my withered, tired face a smile beams
Just maybe, I’ll no longer be homeless
I dream of this for everyone one I know
I speak from the heart; not in jest
We all need the help: tackled blow by blow
Maybe one day they’ll fewer of us homeless
Today I spoke with a marketing expert about how to better manage your online profile, promoting your work and doing this in the best way possible to get the best return.
Sounds simple enough, apart from the fact that one of the key things is to tell any visitors to my website/blog more about me, so they will glean from this this what they are here for.
So to this end I have updated my ‘about me’ or my ‘about J W Nelson’ sections in an effort to give readers, viewers the option to quickly know about me and what i want to achieve.
Please check out the above sections and let me know if its any good! And to help with knowing more about me – here is a little ditty…
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 occupation 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 ‘Me’ – a poetic set piece about me and who I am and try to be.
Any feedback welcomed; on here or @jwnelson3 (twitter) or j_w_nelson309 (Instagram)
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…
74 years ago today the UK asked for help from the commonwealth to help rebuild the country Great Britain after the 2nd world war. The Jamaicans who responded to the call had no idea what they were sailing into as they arrived on the ‘Windrush’.
Many people i know knew people who came on that earlier transport and the struggle that begin for everyone since. A small gesture maybe now is displayed at Waterloo station in London to commentate and remind us all of what was and still is sacrificed considering the poor treatment of many of those who answered that call and hopefully still remain here in the UK today.
Here is my simple poetic piece on this topic of, endurance, patience, belief and the ultimate continuation to try at and go for triumph over the odds.
Windfall /Rush
They asked for our help
And we answered that call
Our mothers and fathers took their leave
Being sold the idea of a windfall
They travelled across the seas
Seeking a new future for all
Working tirelessly for the last 74 years
Still wondering where is that windfall
And now after all this time
The governing hands have ‘dropped the ball’
Losing our parental identification we ask how?
So is it time to forget about that windfall?
With honesty and integrity our parents left their homes
Diligent, and obedient working across buses, trains, and shopping malls
Helping to build a life in Britain now their home
Shouldn’t those in charge be now handing out that Windfall?
Anyone working for so long after being asked to help
Should not be treated with such shameful contempt
I truly hope our Windrush generation
Get that windfall and a message of apologies needs to be sent…
@jwnelson3
The fourth episode in the Poetic series sees 007 take to new ‘depths’ to save the world once again in 1965…
(This and all episodes of the Bond Poetic are available as a Podcast (via Anchor/Spotify) and available on other podcast platforms like Apple and Google.)
Thunder and Balls
The years roll on and Bond is still alive
‘Awake Mr Bond’ to the Thunderball
The year is set; its now 1965
Will James answer the call?
MI6’s nemesis remains alert
Spectre have stolen the atomic prize
No time for Bond to ‘chase the skirt’
Focus now: on Spectre’s timely demise
To escape from his latest tight spot
Finally Q delivers Bond tech in style
Remaining cool; never hot
Bond raises the stakes and flies
Into the Caribbean delights
Into the den of Mr Largo
$100 million is in his sights
Has Bond immunity against Ms Domino?
The world is on the brink
That ransom has to be paid
They need a ‘boat’ that won’t sink
Underwater is where the battle will be played
In widescreen view you did see
Leiter support the mercurial Bond
Fleming’s heroes fight the enemy
No time for fear or to abscond
A first time aquatic leads the way
Largo knows the waters below
The Bond/Leiter combo manages to hold sway
Our enemy gets a hit and a blow
Miami is the final location
On board Domino gets her sweet payback
Largo retires on a permanent vacation
There’s no need to continue the attack
Into the arms of Bond does she fall?
M, surely would not approve
Maybe this once for saving the Thunderball
You can’t stop 007 when he’s in the groove…
The Partridge is stuck in a tree
What should we do?
Sing a song, get down one knee?
I could swear I did see two
—-
Oops, sorry that was the Turtle Doves
Yes, there are two of those
Christmas is something everyone loves
Some Turkey and garlic of cloves?
—-
Non! Say the French.
It has to be the trois hens
Don’t agree, be left on the bench
Watch them eat; only through your lens
—-
No fear though,
The four birds outside are calling
Joined by a man, saying, ho, ho, ho
On a sleigh, in the sky, now falling
—-
You throw him five golden rings
Santa needs presents too
Bet you didn’t know he can really sing
There’s so much more he can do
—-
Work his magic on the geese
All six of them lay eggs
The golden ovals represent signs of peace
At this time; no one should ever need to beg
–
But the water is cold
And the seven swans keep swimming
Wrap up warm, don’t be bold
And your cupboards will be brimming
—-
The eight maids will provide the milk
There’s plenty to go around
Frankincense is replaced by silk
Your footing is now solid, sound
—-
As you celebrate this time of year
And watch nine ladies dance
The ones you love for and care
Surround us and join in the prance
—-
On tiptoes so you can join in
In the circle with the ten lords leaping
Did they have a few shots of Gin?
No, its okay, its all part of the meeting
—-
Moving and swaying to the piper’s tune
The eleven pipe as best they can
Sometime, later that afternoon
They heard the beat of the drumming man
—-
Twelve to be exact
Drumming, drum, drum
Twelve days is a long time to keep up this act
So I say to you all; just go out and have some fun!
My debut novel is now available on Amazon in paperback and e-book
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08GHSBJWR/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=
Let me know what you think if you purchase or download a copy …
Thanks
JW
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