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Violence in our World:App Games

Pura Vida
The Heart is the doorway to the soul

I like to play Words With Friends, a free app I bought through my App Store, but it comes with ads of various types. Hence, the Nugent Coat of Arms as my picture today. Can you tell me why our human nature is prone to violence? Every ad I receive is about senseless battles of grunt warfare. Fifty soldiers annihilated by two hundred and so on to high number of casualties. Robot warfare blowing up everything in sight. Can you tell me why this is so important?

I remember Vietnam, my friends coming home with shattered minds, missing limbs,blind, all sorts of terrible things came out of that war the soldiers never had control. My friends with cancer because of Agent Orange. I feel fortunate that I was smart enough to join the United States Air Force and never went to war. I realize how terrible war is, yet we promote it in our daily lives in our television shows, computer toys, smart phone ads and movies. I promote violence as a way to justice in my new novels; which makes me wonder about myself. Do I enjoy a good war flick or novel? Yes, does that mean I am a sick individual who promotes violence  and then complains about the mass killings in our recent society?

I like the hero versus evil scenario, but do our senseless wargames promote the Illness plaguing our society today? I have owned guns and believe we have the right to potect ourselves, but how do you protect your family against the sick who watches senseless killing games and shows that have no meaning of right or wrong? That is the conundrum! I can eliminate ads on my word game by paying the monthly fee or ignore them. Every week I read about a mass killing in a mall, high school or event. We are truly a sick society and need to protect our selves. I feel sorry for families who raise kids in this crazy 😜 world. How do they protect their kids from the onslaught of violence on our airwaves?

I will continue to play Words With Friends because of the camaraderie on the chat pages  and the challenge of besting my competitors with words. It is a nonviolent game.

PURA VIDA!

Pura Vida

Body and Soul
She gave herself to you body and soul
When you felt small she made you whole
Her smile would break anyones ice
She was truly that nice

Helping others was a way of life

She did not like a good fight
Or giving one an emotional blow
It was hard for her to say no
She gave herself to you body and soul”

Excerpt From
Odes to Life and Love
Timothy M. Nugent
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How do you write?

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Questioning eyes 👀 wish to know, how do you prepare your writing? Novels, short stories or poetry, what gets the mind rolling on ideas? Do you write an outline on your book idea and add chapters, lines , paragraphs? How do you get your writing juices moving in the right direction. Are your books based on your experiences or what happens on the evening news that prompts a Detective 🕵️‍♀️ story or a spy thriller.

My poetry never uses an outline and is stimulated by emotion. I wrote my first three poetry books around the life and death of my wife and the woman I met a year after my wife’s death. I rode my Harley around the country working at healing a broken heart 💔. I wrote a book of short stories which had a basis in my childhood. I would write an outline on some of the stories, but on many stories my mind flowed with ideas and exaggerations to make the stories come alive.

I have prepared four novels; I started my first Novel, The Man With A Limp, with an outline which I changed constantly. I wanted to humanize a harden Iraqi war hero and constantly changed my format. In some chapters I discarded the outline completely because I liked the flow of the story that was popping out of my imagination. On my second novel, The Chameleon, I did not use an outline except for the villains of the book. I flowed from my first book to this next chapter in Lucky McLaughlins life as the protagonist. I enjoyed writing about his friends and family as he searched out evil in the world. Charlie is my third Novel of Lucky McLaughlin and his family. Charlie is his athletic daughter who wishes to continue her aging Father’s work. I use the internet to help research stories and keep me from flowing to far off base, I was hoping to make the stories sound real life and credible. My last Novel I am writing is about Lucky McLaughlin’s Father. It is called Brooks Mc Laughlin, the creator of the Chameleon.

This story has a basic outline that is the villains in each chapter mixed in with the trama and exhilaration of everyday life. Much of my books fly by the outlines because I get distracted with the characters and I wish to expand on them. Does this happen to you in an effort to write a compelling story? Wikipedia has been a great source for my stories and u tube videos giving historic information to add to some stories. I do not spend hours on research; I grasp an Idea and flow with what I have learned.

How about you? How do you write your stories? I have Published my one Novel and will publish my second Novel in a couple months. Unfortunately, money has it’s restraints and the process for me is slow, but I enjoy writing ✍️. Pura Vida!

Writing

It is a cold winter morning in Santa Cruz, California. It is windy, rainy and no one is at the beach. A lone man, about twenty-four years old is walking with a six-foot bamboo walking stick. He is wearing a rain poncho, a rain hat, and rubber boots. He has thick long black hair down to his shoulders and a massive long black beard hanging down to the middle of his chest. He walks with a limp on the left side. His hand is curled up, and his left arm hangs down, appearing to be a useless appendage. He is smiling; it is obvious he likes to walk in the rain. With him, as he walks is a large German Shepard who has scars on its face and a large scar on his chest. I own a restaurant on the beach called “The Santa Cruz Experience.” It is an inexpensive diner with the usual Santa Cruz decor: surfboards and surfing pictures hang on the walls and a Harley Davidson motorcycle setting inside to the right, by the front door. I like to ride. My name is Jack.

 

A Quick Observation I chose

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAI chose the picture above because it makes me feel calm. It was taken in September of 2012 as we were riding down the highway. It was a beautiful day as Corina and I enjoyed the comfortable life of the West Coast. I remember how serene it felt with the wind in our face and the warm sun on our bodies. Corina hugged me close and whispered I love you as the smooth vibration of our Harley massaged our bodies to calmness. I felt that serenity leave me as the political unrest began to corrupt our great country. I saw people getting benefits who had not earned them as my benefits began to disintegrate.

It did not help my wife passing away in o8, my neighborhood being invaded by drug manufacturing fanatics. I sold my house in California and moved to Las Vegas Nevada. It is much cheaper to live in Las Vegas; I bought a twenty-eight hundred square foot home for sixty thousand dollars. It is a fixer upper I put about fifteen thousand dollars into repairs. I found this environment even less calming. It is less expensive, but the crime rate is high. Every night someone gets murdered, so I searched for a calmer place to live. I found Lake Arenal in Costa Rica.

I still own my home in Nevada and will be visiting the USA in March for my taxes. I like the serenity I found in Lake Arena, a community of kindness and hard working people who do not expect “hand outs” from the Government. I see people who are poor, living in tin shacks, working to stay alive. Selling breads, pots and pans, scrap metal, never asking for a dime. They live on property handed down from generation to generation. There are wealthy, middle income, and the poor living together, helping each other survive.

The farmers, a lot of family farmers sell their produce at Féria’s, Mercado’s, and they even knock on your door. I have a woman who has whole chickens  🐓 who delivers to my door for five mil (10 bucks). A farmer and his wife delivers our produce with kindness and acceptance. I feel welcomed in this Country.

I listened to the State of the union Address, and I found it encouraging. Yet, the President never mentioned anything about changing the national debt. We heard a lot of noise about the historic accomplishments his administration has accomplished through bi-lateral agreements with the opposing party. Together we can become strong. Hogwash! USA newspaper took pictures of the opposing party, the once in control legislators. Every one in the auditorium stood up for the Presidents high points except the lower right rows of the elitist. The camera swooped in on their dismal, unconcerned faces who make their money off the middle class and the poor. You could see the contempt in one woman leader. It was obvious she was going to fight the president, damned if it was good for the people. I am a white man tired of the ways of the USA government. I do not know how it is to be black, green or yellow.  I love my country called the United States of America, but I became tarnished by the rich elite who prey on the poor. The blacks who get hurt by a President’s remark about their fatherland, Africa. I am tired of the disrespect given to our flag and the response by the American public who idly sit by while they do it. Where is the uproar, is it because it is a piece of cloth?Tell it to our founding Fathers, our Soldiers who have died to keep us and other countries safe from evil. If you think 🤔 it will change you are mistaken; one man can not change sixty years of criminality, because the people who rule the democratic oligarch will fight to keep themselves at a higher level than you. Look at the faces in Congress during the speech, contempt , hate, resentment. Do not look at the media who promotes fear, hate and anguish. Look for yourself, it is as plain as black and white, there is no gray. One man is not an island, you need a tribe to carry a nation. The State of the Union was an eye opener, just an observation. Pura Vida!

Freedom

Senseless

Sometimes I doubt God
At times when my country lets me down.
Three hundred thousand foreclosures were allowed.
The devil has us covered in a shroud,

A shroud of moral starvation.

Thousands of jobless and homeless in our nation,
Congress unable to make decisions;
A slice of the pie is their revisions.

Sometimes I doubt God.
It seems like he has forgotten
We hunger for guidance,
We hunger for reliance.

We ask for nothing.
We want leaders with gumption.
Keep your socialist propaganda.
We want a capitalistic agenda.

Your programs are senseless.”

It is senseless.

Excerpt From
Understanding
Timothy M. Nugent
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What is the essence of being?

img_0001What makes us uniquely individual? Who am I? Am I woven into the fabric of my family? Is my life predetermined or is there free will? What makes me wish to celebrate my Irish ancestry? What about you? Do you ever think about your purpose in life or does society make us what we become?

I was often fascinated by the great leaders of our time; Alexander the Great, What made him want to conquer? That drive to overwhelm and lead or was it greed, to take and not give. Yet, we have immortized great savages as great rulers who enslave a country because they are stronger, mightier. Geghis Khan, the greatest expansionist the world ever knew, grew by brute force, murder and mayhem.

I like gentle giants whom could easily overwhelm physically, but have that inner kindness which protects and not injure. Should that be the way of the world 🌍? I look at the many mistakes I have made in my life and concider myself the luckiest man in the world. I may not be rich monetarily, but I am rich with close family and friends I keep in touch with. It amazes me as I stare at the picture above, looking for my tarnish essence and I promise myself to work at polishing its glow.

Kindness, generosity of spirit, are a way to good health and prosperity. What do you feel you can do to better yourself in this new year? When I creep back to bad memories, I flush it from my mind and work at remembering what is good in my life, family and friends, no time for pity parties over past mistakes. Is there a friend in your life that needs a hand? It is a good way to rid your mind of what ifs.

What is your essence? Make it glow! 💥PURA VIDA!

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Essence

A Thousand Kisses

I have a thousand kisses only for you
That line came from a scripted cue
From a rough lonely cowboy
Whom finally found life’s joy

A movie with a tough realization
Love has expectations
A thousand kisses for everyday
Tenderness willingly paid

This realism I find true
I have a thousand kisses for you
Not a few as many do
A thousand you can use

Make up kisses along the way
When arguments seem to sway
Kisses for kissing sake
Kisses to make you awake

Kisses to wipe away tears
Kisses to remind you of our wonderful years
Kisses of love and gratitude
Kisses only for you

 

 

Do you have pain?

IMG_3904As we grow older all our old injuries come back to haunt us with a vengeance. How about you? Do you feel your joints ache every morning? Do you take too much Aleeve, Advil, or any pain pills to alíviate the pain; risking damaging you kidneys or brain? That is why my rainbow is my picture this morning as I exercise easily and look at the calmness a rainbow brings.

I was working on my property shoveling dirt into a large trench when the dirt gave out and I slid and rolled rapidly into the bottom of the trench. Slamming against the retaining wall, scrapping my elbow and my knee, almost hitting my head. Luckily my automatic reflex was to protect my noggin. Ouch! My helpers rain up to help me and I asked them to esperar.Wait until I can turn around and situate my legs. Two helping hands latter I was able to stand.

The look on Eduardo’s face (the contractor) was, why is he shoveling dirt when I pay someone to do it? I was covered with dirt from head to toe; a little embarrassed 😩, but I felt good. Three days latter the soreness was terrible. Being a self medicating fool, nothing seemed to help. Slowly I began to feel a little better but the pain was still there, coming in shock waves 🌊. Tonight I have an appointment with a Tico massage therapist my tico friends swear by. He is supposed to be as good as a Chyropratic Doctor. We shall see how the visit goes and hope for the best as I meditate wishes of relief at my 🌈.

Nothing is worse than not feeling useful as I am careful how I walk. Leary of rocks on the road that would cause any change in my hips. Walking up stairs is painful, but I have no choice as I walk up to our house. I feel for those people with severe arthritis and joint pain. May you find inner peace in your pain. Pura Vida!

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It Came to Pass

It came to pass; the grand old woman went to the great beyond.
All her subjects, her sons and daughters for whom she was fond,
Comforted her as she searched for the light,”
“Eased her pain to give her clarity and insight.

To search for those who went before,
Those whose stories were legends of lore,
Through the darkness of past pain she traveled,
Through the shadows of light bedeviled.

Soon the glare of white shown clear
Her three sisters she held dear.
Mother and father held out their hands,
Welcoming their daughter to the Promised Land.

Husband, with his head held low,
Asking forgiveness to rescue his glow,
Tarnished by years below.”
“With her wisdom, she would bestow.

Two figures step into the light,
The last to acknowledge her graceful flight.
Two brothers, her sons long traveled past,
Welcoming the grand old lady at last.

Her journey complete, a life well lived,
Her vessel quietly asleep, it gave all it could give.
It came to pass.
Her rest is eternity; a new life begins.

I will miss you, Mom.”

 

Just an observation

IMG_5216I like this picture of a cute white rabbit sitting on the concrete sidewalk. Quietly looking around, a worried look of apprehension about the many dogs lurking around the neighborhood. The rabbit does not want to become a dog’s next meal, although a something made it their meal 🥘. It disappeared like our neighbors large Tom turkey. A wild dog or cat absconded withe the bird  🦅 because one morning a few months ago only feathers we left on the scattered grounds. So is life in Costa Rica 🇨🇷. Living in rentals for one hundred and fifty dollars; the kind of rentals with no refrigerator or stove. They cook outside and bring it indoors to eat.

The rental next door has a leaky roof and termite nest hanging on the wall. I wonder why the landlord doesn’t spray for termites. I guess he figures the building will fall apart anyway and does not worry about it. The outside structure is peek a boo private. Walk up close to the house, you can see the insides of the rooms. People live in many homes this way. I looked at a nice rental  last year; looking for cheaper rent.I found a one bedroom for one hundred and fifty dollars. No refrigerator or stove with no furniture. I liked it, it was very clean and kept fit to weather the heavy rainy season. It would have cost a thousand dollars to move in because of the comforts I would of wanted to put in. Would you have spent that kind of money to move into a nice unfurnished rental? I look back at that offer now with a purchase of property we made; we could have bought the comforts of home and transferred them to our new cabina that is almost finished. Hindsight is wonderful, isn’t it?

The first time in two years I felt cold this morning. The weather has been cool At night and early morning rain the last few weeks. Fifty-eight degrees (14.4 Celsius), with a large open screen in our bedroom, which is actually a work room, laundry room in this nice  👍 three bedroom rental. We opted for the laundry room because it is the largest room in the house, go figure! The fifty-eight degrees feels like forty-five with the heavy wind blowing into the room. Sometimes we may feel a mist of rain when the wind is swirling furiously. For four hundred and thirty dollars a month which includes internet and utilities we thought it was a good deal.

The neighbors are friendly and welcoming. The sounds of early morning, a creek they call a river bubbles day and night over the river rocks and is soothing to my mind like a meditation  🧘‍♂️ garden. The noisy wild 😜 turkeys that cackle in the early morning is amusing as well as the oropendola garbles I love. The toucans seem to sleep in and follow with their mating calls which they call out while hanging upside down. Are they expressing their prowess as they call a mate? Beats me, but it is enjoyable to watch their antics in the trees at five-thirty in the morning. Parakeets and Parrots are seen in the afternoon and are noisy, obnoxious little 🦅. Their sounds are restless, havoc noise makers. I have never heard them whistle pleasant songs like my mom used to teach her parakeets. Must be a learned trait, besides the Parakeets come in flocks of fifty to a hundred birds.

With the rains come piece and quiet 🤫, no early morning trucks or noisy motorcycles 🏍. Peacefulness I could never approach in the states until I rode to my favorite places for piece and quiet. Like Ocean Avenue in Cambria or the Northern town of California, Jenner. There are times I feel the Angels spreading their wings in flight; Whistfully  remembering peace and tranquility. Can you feel that sensation of freedom and want.

May you find that inner peace and feeling of wonderment in the new year.

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“He couldn’t live with himself
He must remain alert

He helps to replant the crop
They plant what they can
On others they take off the tops
Leah says
“It is a special blend that I planned”

Excerpt From
The Lonely Biker
Timothy M. Nugent
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The year in retrospect

img_3198Like the sun setting over the mountains, so is the old year of 2017. In a few day it will be a new year. How do you feel about 2017? Myself, I feel I had a great year personally. I wrote Short Stories by Timothy M Nugent and a novel called The Man with a Limp which is going to press this week. I have written two follow up novels; the Chameleon Returns and Charlie.  I Will publish the latter books in 2018; I am currently writing Brooks Mc Laughlin which has forty thousand words so far. I enjoy writing ✍️ and will continue to learn as I go. Do you have a passion you must do everyday?

Corina and I are building a house with a cabina. We hope to be living in the cabina by March. We keep ourselves fairly busy; Corina does painting, macrame, and she loves to cook. We very seldom go out to eat, why? Because Corina is an excellent cook 👩‍🍳, it is hard to beat her meals. We are living the good life and have no regrets moving to Costa Rica. We will renew our residency in 2018 and continue to build. Once in the cabina, we will work on on garden of fresh fruits and vegetables 🌽.

We have not explored the country because of the money we need to build and we will save up for a small trip this year. How does Mexico Sound? Any ideas away from all the tourists traps? I hope you can look back and be happy with your decisions in 2017. I hope your family was involved in your adventures. Until next year,

PURA VIDA!

2017

It Came to Pass

It came to pass; the grand old woman went to the great beyond.
All her subjects, her sons and daughters for whom she was fond,
Comforted her as she searched for the light,”
“Eased her pain to give her clarity and insight.

To search for those who went before,
Those whose stories were legends of lore,
Through the darkness of past pain she traveled,
Through the shadows of light bedeviled.

Soon the glare of white shown clear
Her three sisters she held dear.
Mother and father held out their hands,
Welcoming their daughter to the Promised Land.

Husband, with his head held low,
Asking forgiveness to rescue his glow,
Tarnished by years below.”
“With her wisdom, she would bestow.

Two figures step into the light,
The last to acknowledge her graceful flight.
Two brothers, her sons long traveled past,
Welcoming the grand old lady at last.

Her journey complete, a life well lived,
Her vessel quietly asleep, it gave all it could give.
It came to pass.
Her rest is eternity; a new life begins.

I will miss you, Mom.”