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Does God’s mighty thunder scare you?

 

At five this morning a mighty storm approached my litttle town, Aguacate, Costa Rica. I have lived here for two years and do not remember a storm of such magnitude and rage in the early morning.

IMG_4108I lay in bed awake, my eyes closed, my puppies hugging me closely as the lightning lights up the black clouds above. I count the seconds for the sound of thunder. A half second later, craaaaak! As the thunder rolls through the sky. Rolling slowly above our little home. Immediately another flash of lightning, like in the movie Frankenstein, where the electrodes on his head flash with lightning to awaken the monster from death. I could reach up my hammer to the sky like the ancient God Thor in Viking mythology, the lightning was so close and fearful.

Have you ever felt this sensation as if you were part of the storm. Feel the electricity surrounding your body as the shock waves move the wind and air. The sky unzippered and a multitude of rain crashes to the ground with such force that the river flowed, flowed high over the rocks  and made a roar of a diesel locomotive. The bumbling sound of the river rolling over the rocks disappeared along with my comforting sensation. Craaack!, a flash of lighting, another flash, crack! Craaaack! Craaaaaack! Another flash of lightning that felt like it hit the ground next to our open screens in our bedroom as I feel the heat from this violent storm. Another bright flash followed by a very violent, load craaaaack! A sound of a tree splitting in half a block away. I hope no one is hurt, I think to my self as Mr puppies jump up in unison barking to chase off this natural intruder.

I calm the dogs down as they return to my side and lay close to my body. Their ribs rubbing against me rapidly expanding nervously as they pant. I pet them softly, it’s ok girls, God and his Angels are bowling and hitting a lot of strikes, as I remember my Mother calming her children as they sit on the couch and Daddy watches us during a storm smiling peacefully. Funny how storms bring back memories of my young youth. Slowly the lightning abates and moves away being less frightening. I can hear the thunder ten miles away as I count the seconds to the thunder.

The dogs are calm and relaxed as LuLu licks my hand as if to say thank you for protecting me. I pet her and LaLa gently, feel their gentle breathing return. It is seven in the morning as I listen to the storm in the distance. The phone rings, I know it is Corina calling to see how we are doing. She will fly back to Costa Rica tomorrow after a month in the states. Boy, will I have a story to tell her. Pura Vida! How I love it in Costa Rica! Read my poems and feel Costa Rica in “Poems From Costa Rica,” my bookstore below. TMNugent Books LLC.

Storm

Thunder And Lightning

It was a quiet night
Laying in bed with my dog just to my right
Watching T.V. With an ice tea in my hand
I took a sip and then it began

With a thunderous clap the lightning did glare
It brightened the room like an emergency flare
My dog jumped up and ran around the room
He would run , he would zoom! Zoom! Zoom!

He ran until he was tired
I found him in the bathroom:
I thought he expired
He would shake as the thunder did sound
As the lightened glared all around

I laid in the tub right beside him
Until the storm passed and it was calm within
I got out of the tub
Reached down and gave him a rub

I said, ” it’s o.k. Boy”
I went out the door and he followed with great joy
We went outside the storm had passed
It took awhile but he was finally relaxed

He took time to do his business
Ran to me with great eagerness
Barking all the way
Hugging him was a great price to pay
For my companion

 

Is man self destructive?

IMG_3198As the sunsets in the serenity of the Costa Rican mountains I feel a sense of peace. Yet I read my paper and take a deep sigh and look at the world that is out of control. I can not help but see how self destructive our world is. Can you see it too? I say my twelve step prayer and work at not worrying about what I have no control of. North Korea wants to bomb Guam. Why must nations destroy for the sake of being notice or revenge against what another nations says. Is the bomb really the answer?

A nuclear device is set off and it contaminates the world not just the country it explodes on and destroys. Then another country bombs that country in retaliation and more of the world is contaminated in a long process of slow radiation poisoning.  Have we gone mad Doctor Strangelove? Is this what you want your leaders to do? Is it God’s method of Armageddon?

As I say my prayers this morning I pray for a common sense solutions for this particular delema. Lord make these foolish leaders realize war is no solution to freedom. Atomic war is the end of life as we know. Freedom will be lost in the ash of atomic fire and the world will cease to be. Can you understand my fear? It is not cowardness but a plea for a peaceful resolutions of our world dilemas. Can you understand my fears? Do you feel this tension I feel?

The sun sets quietly in the west as a truck noisily disrupts the air and the Howler Monkeys yell their discontent. Maybe we should join the monkeys in their discontent and let the world know how we feel. Pura  Vida!

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World

Destroy

Hannibal, Genghis Khan, Hitler: destroyers all
The crusades, a religious call
Isis got the Call from Mohammad
Destroy all infidels, it is written

Innocence destroyed on the path to righteousness
America destroyed
Taking the wrong path
Show history’s wrath

What will history say?
Does it matter? Will we destroy everything in our way?
Why do we not hear the Ghosts?
Where are the heavenly hosts?

What is divine in war and hate?
What causes such actions by the human race?
Verily I say to you
Change the course you so construed

History will be blank
No God for you to thank
No references for the dead
There will be nothing that can be read

Only dark skies and stars
A planet empty and sparse
Dead

 

 

How do you relax?

 

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It is a beautiful Sunday morning, the river is flowing swiftly. The water bubbling rapidly over the rocks, after heavy rains this week. The birds are noisy this morning, mainly because of a flock of noisy parakeets are raising a symphony of tweets. Parakeets come fifty at a time and make such a ruckus they drown out the sounds of the bubbling river and the barking monkeys.

It is the only sound that makes me relax. How about you, what makes you relax? Early morning I relax:

1. I brush my teeth, comb my hair, and press a very hot wash cloth against my face and eyes to chase away any tension, headache I may have, and I press and hold it and let the steam permeate my brain.

2.  I meditate to the sounds of nature. I drown out any noises; motorcycles, cars trucks and people with their early morning conversations. I search for animal sounds, birds playing in the trees, squirrels jumping from one tree to the next, dogs barking or moths hitting the screens, flapping their wings. Turkey Buzzards have been busy eating the fruit in the trees. Spitting out the casings causing a flop on the roof. Sometimes they lose the round fruit and it makes a heavy bang on the roof.

3. I walk the property as the sun rises, the the large trees giving a ray connection as if God is coming for a conversation. I feel the gentle breeze. There is always a breeze and it blows the fragrances of the rain forest into your pores and nostrils. Time to walk back to the house as a light mist washes away anymore tension I may feel..

4. I like to cook in the early morning. Bread smells awesome at five in the morning, maybe it was the glass of warm water with lemon that opens my internal organs to work for the day, but I love the smell of banana bread or cinnamon raisin bread baking in the oven.

5. I like to write in the early morning. It is when my mind is the most receptive to different thoughts. Wether it is to plan a day or write poems, short stories or a novel. I do not do outlines of my work. I like to capture a story in my mind and start to type. I write when I have an urge to write. Which is always, I never not have an idea to put to type. I organize as the flow permits.

How do you start your day? How do you relax? Just on the weekend or do you do relaxing exercises every morning to Start your day? I hear an oropendola calling to me. Press the link below for my book store.

Relaxation

PURA VIDA!

Beginning of the day

I hear a whining in the kennel
Our dogs seem to be unsettled
After all they slept all night
Who cares if it is only five

Quiet I say in a firm voice
After all is it not I who has the choice
Two hours later I awake
I reach down and open the gate

Out they bound in such a hurry
On the bed they scurry
Eager to play they scratch the covers
On top of me the lick and hover

I push them off and run to the door
They follow to play some more
They hurry to the kitchen to the doggy door
Jump on the glass as if to implore

Out they run and run
Playing in the cool morning sun

Is it true manliness proceeds gentlemanliness?

img_0001How do I begin this blog, Ladies? What is expected from a man? Etiquette, charm; the ability to smooze ( my mom’s word for?) without kissing butt. It is conventional requirements as to proper social behavior. Can you have etiquette in a biker bar and not be considered a wimp? What is proper behavior in the Hogs and Heifers Grill in Las Vegas, Nevada? Is it the same in an expensive, posh restaurant?

I believe good manners and etiquette go hand in hand no matter where you go. I new bikers who were gentle with their children and women and treated them with respect and would demand it no matter where they where. In Hogs and Heifers a saw a biker open the door for his girlfriend and pull out her chair to sit at a table. He calmed cussing and swearing around his wife even though she had truck drivers mouth. After a few beers he would stop and order food and was polite to the server. He asked his girlfriend what she would like and go ahead an order dear. A man kept bumping his girl while she was eating and he stood up, politely walked in front of him and asked him to calm down. The obnoxious individual had way too many tequilas, cussing at him, went to push him and the man took him to the ground with a bent hand grip and held him and told his friends to take him outside before he got hurt.

Quickly bar security showed up and ask the young man to leave. The gentleman sat down with his wife and gave her a kiss as she thank her honey for helping her be confortable. His friends were ready to step in if the aggravating individual and friends wanted a fight. In this case scenario, gentlemanliness preceded being a man.

Don’t you feel they go hand in hand? In my mind, a man opens doors, pulls out chairs, does little chores for his lady, and treats her with kindness and love. He stands tall and can think in a crisis. He is not a person to fear but one who knows when to stand and when to walk away. How do you feel about this ideal ladies? How do you like to be treated? Pura Vida! Please, check out my bookstore, press the link  to peek!

Etiquette

 

The Man

He is gruff quiet man
Doesn’t drink or cheat on his woman
Maintains a good diet
Exercise is his form of riot

He keeps his personal life to himself
He is a person I think of as top shelf
He embarrasses easily
His suits are meticulous not sleazy

He is a staunch Christian
Promotes it within reason
He comes from sturdy stock
When asked; he tells what his family is about

He is a gruff quiet man
I am proud to call him my friend

Why do I write? Do you?

Why do I write? Why do you write? Some people may say I like to hear myself talk.

 

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Maybe it is to let my opinions known, or release myself of pain , loneliness and despair. How about you, does that sound familiar. I am too obstinate for the above mention reasons. I will not let life slap me down or feel sorry for myself. I can think of three reasons why I write:

1. To help others get passed the pain of loss of loved ones. I wrote to ease my pain. I lost seven people in five years and could easily fallen into heavy drinking and despair. Thanks to my beloved wife, who passed away in September of 2008, she released me from any obligation to mourn her. Marian told me to find someone new and move on in my life without her. I always said she was the brains of our marriage and the candle of life that grows within me everyday. Thankful she was part of my life for forty-two years. I write to honor her. She has always been my inspiration.

2. I write because I like to write. I like sitting in a chair and type away on my IPad no matter where I am. I began traveling the USA on my full dress Harley. Stopping at different cities. At first it was places my wife and I visited together; Monterey, San Diego, Cambria, and many other places in California. Many tears were fallen on the pages of memories in my first books: Odes to Life and Love, Passages from Her Cards, lasting poetry dedicated to a beautiful woman. Would that not help you to survive?

3. I write to live and not just survive. So many loved ones are gone and I needed to find ways to continue my journey without falling into despair, anger and loneliness. Some people will not like my writing and that is the way life is. I hope some people listen to my cries , my exaltation and a voice other than their own which can easily drown out help. I live through my writing and want  to only help and inspire people to live life to its fullest on their terms. Who should care how you live your life as long as no one is hurt. I am a stubborn old coot who stays far away from opinions of others. I love to excess and hate no one. I believe in life eternal and wish for the pearly gates when I die. Enjoy everyday as if it your last! Pura Vida! Bookstore link:

Writing

 

it’s a shame

It’s a shame
We only have ourselves to blame
We get wrapped up in our little lives
Start remembering all the good old times

Then it is too late
Our good friend is gone to that better place
Your left alone sorry for not collecting
Those memories you keep reflecting

You could have called more often
Now it is too late; he lays in his coffin
No longer able to hear him laugh
Crack jokes and chat

He was a good man lost in his busy life
Working hard,busy taking care of his children and wife
Always on the move never sitting still

I am sorry I did not connect with you
It is a shame

 

 

 

Do you love sunsets

IMG_3198.JPGI love a good sunset. As a matter of fact, I like a good sunrise as well. I wake up early and enjoy a cup of hot chocolate as I watch either phenomenon. I have  friends living in Hawaii, on face book they are enjoying a great retirement and put plenty of pictures of their adventures. Chris and Mike have the best life imaginable; carefully handcrafted by years of hard work and planning. I especially love the photos they post. Very active and enjoying every breath of fresh air. I love the sunsets they show us and it reminds me of God’s great work. Can you enjoy a great sunrise or sunset from your home? Do you feel the calm in a sunset and the energy in the sunrise?

I think of Chris and Mike often and mentally thank them for inspiring me to live in Costa Rica and enjoy nature God has given us. I like to write, relax and have a Margarita as the sun sets  and thankful for the experience I get to enjoy. I finished my first novel and it will be published around November. It gives me a feeling of accomplishment and keeps my mind alive and active. Everyone has their own vision of paradise, have you found yours? Pura Vida! Press Paradise for bookstore. Thank You.

Paradise

Rainbow

“After a storm, the sun peeks between the clouds
As if God is shouting out loud
“Play in the Forrest amongst my trees”
“On my fields so green”

“Smell my flowers of different colors”
“Where my bees love to hover”
“Thank me for your seven senses”
“That my world enhances”

The sky clears from gray to bright blue
As a rainbow shines through
Bright red, orange, blue and green”
“Costa Rica colors so clear and clean

I love the smell after the rain
I sit in awe and pray
“Thank you for this day”
“Thank you for this time to play”

I walk my dogs and smell nature
The purity of our adventure
Nowhere have I found
The quality of nature abound”

Excerpt From: Nugent, Timothy. “Poems from Costa Rica.” XlibrisUS, 2016-06-29T04:00:00+00:00. iBooks.
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Do you know how to use the Bible?

imageHello out there in never-never land of riches and glory. Can anyone explain the Bible? Can you tell me how to use the greatest book ever written by man? I was raised strict Irish Catholic and I was never asked to read the Bible. Don’t you find that extraordinary? I have fallen away from my church because of my experiences with it’s principles. Preach to me and do as I say but pedophilia is ok. A priest can hide in the church and not be punished, but if I do it I go to jail and I  am ostracized from the community. My Grandfather past away and before he died he ask his best friend to give him his last rights and the priest said no because he knew what he did as a young man. Is a priest God? Can a priest condemn a man when he searches for forgiveness? How do you expect a person to believe in the Bible when the church lives by a different creed? Did not God forgive the murderer on the cross?

I began to read the Bible in search for a meaning of my existence. I wish to be a better person and in search for making a difference in life I am searching for guidance. I do not believe in organized, money grubbing church organization. How can a preacher live in a ten million dollar home, drive a Mercedes Benz and preach to the people about God. Give me money and I will save your soul. In my neighborhood the joke was a Minister on every corner. No taxes to worry about, I need a new car , the parishioners will supply me one. Is that in the Bible? I had a member of a certain religion tell me her God is the one true God. Tell that to a Muslum and watch the controversy ensue. Is that in the Bible or is it true if you are not a Baptist, you will be forced to the fires of hell for eternity.

I look at the picture of the Angels and I hope they sit on my shoulders to guide me to goodness and kindness. How do you use a Bible? I have two; a Catholic Bible and St James version. Which is the right version? Any Idea? I will read both in the quest for betterment. I worked too hard all my life to give my money to the church. Blasphemy! Any takers, someone wish to show me how to use the Bible? Pura Vida!

The Holy Bible

Tell Me Lord

Tell me lord, why is the world so cruel?
Yet your sky is so blue
Tell me why there is hate
That makes the soul so black

Why did we go to the moon?
But we let our people starve and live in the streets
Tell me Lord why I should talk to you
Because I do not know what to do

Tell me Lord , why can’t we live in peace?
We war in the name of God
Does not that seem odd?
Tell me Lord, who is my brother?

Tell me Lord, If the heart is the gateway to the soul
Why is our souls so dark?
Tell me Lord, why did Dad loose his house?
Payments were heavy for his sick spouse

Tell me Lord why I should pray for help?
When everyone looks out for themselves
Tell me Lord that it is true
That you will help us through

Is Armageddon our salvation or our fate ?
Is it too late?