Friday the 13th

Forgive me for the red skies in the Morning. A phrase from an old poem that may not delight Sailors of the day, but good for the superstitious on Friday the 13 th. The below excerpt was taken from the History .com article for Friday the 13th:

The Fear of 13 

Just like walking under a ladder, crossing paths with a black cat or breaking a mirror, many people hold fast to the belief that Friday the 13th brings bad luck. Though it’s uncertain exactly when this particular tradition began, negative superstitions have swirled around the number 13 for centuries.

While Western cultures have historically associated the number 12 with completeness (there are 12 days of Christmas, 12 months and zodiac signs, 12 labors of Hercules, 12 gods of Olympus and 12 tribes of Israel, just to name a few examples), its successor 13 has a long history as a sign of bad luck.

The ancient Code of Hammurabi, for example, reportedly omitted a 13th law from its list of legal rules. Though this was probably a clerical error, superstitious people sometimes point to this as proof of 13’s longstanding negative associations.

Fear of the number 13 has even earned a psychological term: triskaidekaphobia.

Why is Friday the 13th Unlucky? 

According to biblical tradition, 13 guests attended the Last Supper, held on Maundy Thursday, including Jesus and his 12 apostles (one of whom, Judas, betrayed him). The next day, of course, was Good Friday, the day of Jesus’ crucifixion.

The seating arrangement at the Last Supper is believed to have given rise to a longstanding Christian superstition that having 13 guests at a table was a bad omen—specifically, that it was courting death.

Though Friday’s negative associations are weaker, some have suggested they also have roots in Christian tradition: Just as Jesus was crucified on a Friday, Friday was also said to be the day Eve gave Adam the fateful apple from the Tree of Knowledge, as well as the day Cain killed his brother, Abel. *


It is an interesting article and tells about fallen aircraft, the sinking of a cruise ship, and the death of Tupac Shakur and many other circumstances that has occurred. I always thought it was about death on Friday the 13th because I grew up in the age of Jason the hockey mask murderer movie that scared the pants off of me. I always thought of this day being a lucky omen for me. I never worry about superstitions as I throw salt over my right shoulder. I do not walk under ladders and let black cats walk away from me instead of infront of me. Me superstitious? Nah.

I waited to publish my blog to see if nobody will read it today. Here Goes nothing! Pura Vida!


Sunset clouds

I love the twilight after a heavy rain as the sun sets in the West. The Bahama’s are being ravaged by nature’s wrath and show the fragile human being who is the most savage of beast how fragile they really are. Here in Costa Rica we are quiet from the rain storms. Soon the rains will pick up again.

People with fragile minds are shooting up cities like the wild, Wild West. Odessa, Texas is the latest victims of a mind gone loco 😜 Since When is getting terminated an excuse to kill people? I have been fired, angry with a boss, but would never think, for an instant to want to kill innocence. All fired employees wish to get even, but is murder on the agenda? No.

I left America the land I love because I thought I needed to protect myself from those idiots who wish to cause harm. I sold my weapons: a twelve gauge automatic shot gun, a thirty-eight Ruger revolver, a forty-five automatic pistol and never looked back.

There is violence in the cities, but here in San Luis it is peaceful other than load music once in a while and construction trucks working on new homes.

peacefulness volcán Arenal

With a view like this you can feel the quiet serenity of the area away from the crazy people of the world. Costa Rica has stringent laws about guns and you need to go through a program for a year before you can bring in a gun. No one should be allowed a gun if they have had mental problems or a felony. Costa Rica has no Army, but a well trained police force.

The fragile human being, the most feared animal on earth. Is there any hope for us or are we destined to annihilate this fabulous species? How about we start with banning games that show extreme violence to young children who become addicted to their formats and believe it is ok to shoot up schools or persons who bully and torment them. How about parents monitoring their children and making sure they get outside and enjoy life instead of staying in their bedrooms all day playing those stupid violent senseless games.

Ahhhh! Life is good in San Luis,Costa Rica. Pura Vida!

Excerpt below,

The Costa Rican Mountains
The weather is cool and the clouds hang low
The mountains cast a shadow on the western slopes
Through the haze the birds sing and chirp
Once in a while you can hear a frog burp
The gardener is trimming the plants
We lounge and take in the mountain pass
No vehicles or planes can be heard
Only the Turkey Vultures can be seen chasing small birds
It is quiet time to watch the birds flicker from tree to tree
My girl taking pictures of beauty with relative ease
Butterflies and humming birds fluttering about

From purple to orange flowers in a continuos route
We drove a rocky summit to find this lair
High in the mountains to take in some fresh air
Vista Valverde Pacific View B&B y Cabinas
Calle Valverde

High in the Costa Rican Mountains

The Forest
Behind the B&B
A forest you must see
Chalet Nicholas is beautiful with natures design
It has a forest which is Devine
Howler Monkeys and exotic birds
Cicada beetles hold you speechless, no words
Screeching their melody louder than the monkeys
The birds singing their own melody
Up the trail climbing over roots
Thank God we have walking sticks to keep us afoot
The owner John leading the trail
Seventy two years young, he is not frail

We get to the final hill; A difficult climb

Our legs are wobbly but our feet are fine
John says a little further to the summit,it is sublime
Or you can turn back and do it another time
We decide to head to the barn
So we can do it again and tell a different yarn
John continued upward and down to the river
Headed back home like the adventurer McGiver
Having a great time at Chalet Nicholas B&B
Able to achieve a personal Qi
Come to Lake Arenal, Costa Rica to rest or play
Maybe you may want to stay

Excerpt From
Poems from Costa Rica
Timothy Nugent
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Time flies by


I look at LuLu and thought, God I am getting older because my dog 🐕 has gray hair. I look at myself and see the gray hair and realize life is very short. Yesterday I was notified that a dear friend passed away. I met her working at Bob’s Big Boy fifty years ago. We stayed friends. Her husband and I were best buddies and he has been dead for ten or so years. We were golf buddies, pinnacle partners and fellow managers.

I look back at the good times and wonder if they felt they were good times. I am retired and work at making every day count for something. I never want to let a day go by without saying thanks 🙏 to the all mighty for letting me have great health and energy. My wife drank very little and lived a good life. She died of cancer at fifty-eight years of age. Why am I outliving my younger friends and family members? Am I lucky or getting paid back for my mistakes? Do you ever feel this way? I am nobody special, an average guy who is seldom sick. I raised hell as a kid, but have calmed down in my old age.

I very seldom drink and never too excess. I eat moderately and wish to live at least twenty more years and have a lot of gusto for living. It is a tranquil life in Costa Rica and enjoy listening to the monkeys and birds 🐦. I write everyday and enjoy nature’s best. Why have I been so lucky? I hope you are as lucky as I am. Have a great life! Pura Vida!

Sunset in El Cielo

Except from The Chameleon Returns,

I was in hiding for four days when the enemy came searching for a pilot. Twenty terrorists are climbing the mountain firing at me. I get shot in my shoulder and could not move my right arm. Luckily, I have a great spot to defend. It was a hard climb for the terrorist and left them vulnerable as they climb. I was down to five bullets when the Blackhawk helicopter with Jerry peak over the edge of the mountain. I hear the machine guns and watch as my pursuers die or run away. I was too injured to move up the rope ladder, and the helicopter couldn’t land. Jerry lowers the ladder and climbs down to me. He throws me over his shoulder and begins to climb up the ladder.You know how difficult it is to climb a rope ladder with a hundred and eighty-pound man dangling on your shoulder? Almost impossible for a big strong man and Jerry only weighs a hundred and sixty-five pounds. Jerry holds me on the ladder until the pilot arrives at a mesa on the mountaintop and sets us down feet first. Then he lands the helicopter to help Jerry bring me to the helicopter. Did you know my friend got a silver star for his heroic effort in saving one Airman’s life?

Excerpt From
The Chameleon Returns
T.M. Nugent
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How do you get visible to the reading public? Beats the hell out of me, but if you have money there is someone out there who can show you how to do it. I have spent thousands of dollars in advertising to get my fourteen books be seen and I am lucky if I sold fifty books. I put that flower picture that is part of my garden on this page because It has no trouble getting people to comment on it. Do you have to be controversial to be seen in the book community? Join all the book websites and forums? Maybe.

I joined Goodreads and had a book reviewed and received four out of five stars, but no physical movements of my books.I advertise in Facebook and have my website, understanding-online .com, but it cannot be seen on google. I follow the rules of using keywords, but cannot seem to find the catch. I put three books in a book show in Canada and the publisher wants me to do a book signing in Toronto. Only problem is money 💰,bring sixty books with you and find a hotel room and fly out here in September. Let’s see: air flight six hundred dollars, hotel, one hundred dollars, books I need to bring, nine hundred dollars, book show is twenty-nine hundred dollars, renta car etc. And the cost keep piling up. Guess 😮, no book signing for me who is on a retirement pension.

I am not complaining; these are plain facts, to be visible you must have money. Love of writing is not enough, you must have dollars. Self publishing companies are great for publishing, but do nothing to help you sell. You spend a thousand dollars to get printable and it ends there unless you have dollars. They get you to buy books at one hundred books at a time and yes, do you have the bucks? You have fifteen hundred bucks to purchase and promote your books? My publisher will help me push my book for five thousand dollars. Get the picture?

This is truism of being a writer. Smart writers have found out how to crack the invisible wall of getting known. One, you need to be good at writing, you must find a publisher who wants to take a Chance on your personality and your ability, and of course it takes cold hard cash. What a ride writing is for me. I love to write and since I live on Someday Isle, maybe I can be seen. Pura Vida! Book store below, just push the link.

Excerpt from Short Stories by Timothy M Nugent

A visit to the beach

It is a cloudy day at County line beach. All the overnighters had bonfires and began to awaken after a night of drinking, smoking pot and love making. It is seven A.M., and I jump into the cold ocean to body surf. The water was about fifty- eight degrees and the goose bumps popped up all over my body. When the water is chili, you need to get in quickly. Otherwise, you may give up and walk away. I love the cold water. It makes your heart skip a beat or two and makes you feel alive. I played in the water for an hour and swam towards the beach. I do not know why I noticed the man, but two hundred yards from the water I see a senior man asleep in a red vintage Mercedes convertible. Bright red, circa the nineteen forties, give or take a year. It is so prestige and elegant. I decided to be nosy and walk up to highway one. I dried myself off and went to the car. I approached from the back. He had silver colored hair and was meticulously dressed. A pinstriped suit with silver stripes and black material. A beautiful suit was wrinkled like it has slept in the last couple of days. He was unshaven quietly snoring way. Suddenly he snapped upright. I accidentally stepped on an aluminum can and startled him. He turned slightly and pointed a forty-five pistol at me. “Whoa!” as I took a step back. “I did not mean to startle you.” “At my age, you must be ready” he responded. “What the hell are you doing?” “I saw you from the water, and I thought you needed some help. I thought you were ill”. “I guess my curiosity got the better of me, I’m sorry.” With that, I turned to walk away. “Wait a minute! Have you had breakfast yet?” “No I haven’t” “Hop in, I know of a nice place down the road.” After a short drive, we stopped at The Paradise Cove, an outdoor diner for breakfast. It was seventy degrees, and the clouds had disappeared. We sat and had breakfast at a table on the sand and talked for hours. The time went quickly. He talked about his family. He was ninety- two years old and was retired. His family was overly protective of him. He told me he made millions from inventing computer parts in the late fifties. He said he spoiled his wife and kids and they try to run his life.

To escape the smothering; he leaves them a note and disappears for a couple of days. The ocean curls over the sand and the sun tans my face as we listen to Beach Boy music. Not once did he tell me his name. I found that a little strange. We had talked for hours before he felt comfortable enough to tell me his name. “Friends call me Junior. My father John was a war hero. In nineteen – eighteen he stormed a bunker and knocked out a couple of machine guns. The Germans were decimating his squad. He saw a minute opening and ran up and threw a pair of hand grenades. He was a hard man to follow. They gave him the Congressional Medal of Honor. He saved hundreds of people that day. My father became a college professor of chemistry and an inventor. He is why I am such a driven young man. He expected a lot from me”. “Was he proud of you?” I said. “Yes, he was the kindest man I ever met.” “He is gone now. Lived to be eighty-four years old. I miss him dearly”. We left the restaurant, and he drove me to my car. We exchanged phone numbers and promised to visit again. He pulled a U-turn and went towards Malibu. His silver hair is glistening in the morning sun. I looked at my car. A red Oldsmobile convertible with white interior, a nineteen sixty-three, Dynamic eighty- eight. My parents let me drive the car on occasion. It will be the last time I drive “my car.” I will be heading to military service. I lost my school deferment. It is the Vietnam war and if you did not have a disability you were leading to war. I was sixty- nine in the draft and came from a middle-class family, so I was doomed. I was lucky. I scored high on my Air Force test. I was accepted, two weeks later I was off to Lackland Air Force Base. I would not make it through basic training. I was standing next to a fellow recruit, and he accidentally discharged his M sixteen on the firing line. He ruptured my ear drum, and there was blood all over the place. I would get a disability discharge. I lose the hearing in my right ear. No Vietnam for me. I was happy. I did not believe in the war and was glad to be home. Three months had passed since I last saw Junior. I get a phone call on Saturday night. “Bill, what are you doing tomorrow?” “No plans Junior, what’s up?” “Can you meet me at Paradise Cove” “Sure, what time.” He asked me to meet him at eight A.M. I hang up the phone, and my Dad asked me who that was. I told him it was a friend of mine who told me to meet him in Malibu for breakfast.

Tired Tonight

5 A.M.

I am tired tonight, but it is worth the early morning before the sun begins to shine. Darkness is beginning to wain and the blue skies begin to fight through the early rain. Orange , blue, and gray has a beautiful tone this morning. A few minutes ago it was pouring rain and God seemed to exclaim with a clap of thunder, “ Let the sunrise this glorious morning.”

A cool sixty-eight degrees and a slight breeze makes it glorious. My writing has been unimaginative lately. Words pop in my head but it is a different story line. Twenty eight thousand words and I do not get enthralled with this chapter so I stopped writing for a day. Does this happen to you writers? How about you artist? You have been working on a water color and you step back and look at it and think there is something unbalanced with this picture of a lake and a snowcapped mountain. I must step away and think about today and you walk out of the room.

I walked outside, look at beautiful Lake Arenal, the beautiful sky and give thanks to God for allowing me to live here at this exact moment and time. That sunrise is beautiful, don’t you think? I walk down to the pergola and I am careful with my steps because the dirt is wet on the slope. I pick up a shovel and begin digging level ground to lay homemade brick for the floor. He needs to get back to the ship; I think to myself as I shovel more dirt. Working at getting my main character alive and entertaining so the book is not boring I think. The outline in my head is turning fast and precise.

The clouds begin to comeback in as the lightning lights up the sky and I turn and walk up the hill to my sidewalk to walk into the cabin. Boom says the thunder as lightning strikes again. One, two, three as I count the seconds to the sound of thunder. Boom! Twenty seconds, twenty miles away I think. As I sit on my chair and grab my I Pad. It will work I think to myself as I tape rapidly and the words flow out of my mind. The rain pummels the earth at the rate of my thoughts pop out of my head. Life is good. Pura Vida.

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Excerpt from The Chameleon Returns

Chapter One
Revenge of the President
Lucky is not surprised the President arrived safely at the Cherry Farm. A plan was put into place the day Marc and Thomas intercepted the email from Cornel Saunders, Vice President of the United States; it showed the time and date of the Presidents departure. No one else was privy to that appointment. The email to Congressman Thomas Swanson did not say where the President and his wife was going, only when he was leaving for a day to relax.
Why was it important for the Congressman to know? Why did the Vice President send the email? The only explanation is a conspiracy to murder the President. How many other people are involved in the conspiracy? Why did the Vice President need to eliminate Lucky and Jack?
The President had been uncomfortable with his administration. He felt uneasy with his people, especially with his close friend, Cornel Saunders, who seems to be fighting against the President’s agenda; Curtailing the power of the Drug Manufacturers in the United States of America. President Alexander wished to control the cost of prescription medicine. The President felt a profit of five billion dollars a quarter was ridiculous. The President wanted to stop what he called the extortion of the American people.

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The Chameleon Returns
T.M. Nugent
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After the Rain

Lake Arena at four-thirty in the morning

The air is fresh, you can smell the green vegetation; The licorice, Oregano, basil, and the rosemary in the herb garden. The flowers perk up in the early morning as I take a deep breath through my nostrils and feel the resilience restored in my aching bones. The pain seems to diminish as I walk admiring God’s nature in front of me.

Another storm is on the way; yesterday was a glorious day as I took advantage of working my property and enjoying the cool breeze. I forgot to put on sunscreen and became quite red. I remembered and headed for some shade to rest and add the sunscreen to my ears and arms. My ear lobes are a little tender and need to remember the sun is closer to the earth in Central America.

This weekend is the Celebration of the Blessed Virgin Mary as the Catholic Costa Rican’s walk to Los Angeles Costa Rican from various locations: Nuevo Arenal, Rio Piedras, Tilaran, and other townships, walking some thirty kilometers or more with a gold statue of the Virgin Mother. The people will follow road 142 and pray as they show respect to the Blessed Virgin Mary. I do not know where there destination is in Los Angeles, Costa Rica; If it is a Church, or a park where the statue will been seen and prayed. It is amazing to see the solid gold statue in the back of an open car trunk on a pedestal adorned with flowers and silk. Slowly the car travels at a walking pace for the procession.

Ticos of all ages march down highway 142 as guides show traffic around the procession. Rain or sun, the people walk on to their destination. People will take time off from work this weekend and take part in the walk and worship of the Virgin Mother culminating in worship on Sunday in the small hamlet of Los Angeles. Amen!

It is raining as I write and I think of the paraders and pray they are safe. I hope you partake in reading of my books and enjoy the weekend ahead. Check out my website at and check out my bookstore below.

Excerpts below from Odes to Life and Love

she wore six bangles on each of her wrists
the first was self love for without it can love of others truly exist
the second was love of her family which she held very dear
the third and most expensive was for her man

she gave him life and her humanity for him to understand
the fourth was to remind her of her very close friends
whom she knew would be by her side at the very end
the fifth was humility and honor she carried like a sword
holding her head high like a chairman of the board
the sixth gave her peace and hope
the world she thought was on a perilous slope
she gave to charities to ease its pain
 and hoped someday racism could be slain
she did her best to the very end

she was my wife and my friend

we walk the prickly path
daring to defy naturesʼ wrath
we walk together with a fighting spirit
daring life to stop and hear it
until such time when one is gone
the spirit becomes more forlorn
loss, sadness and despair
walks are slower with a heavier air
in time walks get better
sometimes you notice the weather
sometimes you look for better days
sometimes you remember the fight

you remember how she made the best of life
you remember how to fight naturesʼ wrath
you continue to walk that prickly path
never forget

Excerpt From
Odes to Life and Love
Timothy M. Nugent
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I live in San Luis, Costa Rica and I am in the beginning of the rainy season. Sometimes it rains for three weeks and never stops. It helps when you wish to grow a rose. The pest make it difficult to grow a beautiful flower; for instance leaf eater ants are always on the hunt for a succulent, delicious flower. It is the same in politics, which I shy away from, but I cannot help but laugh at what I see from a far away distance.

I cannot believe that the population of the USA has not stormed the House of Representatives and the Senate and demand some cooperation. How can a party listen to the way some officials disparage their country? If you want to live in a Socialist Country move to Russia, communists Country move to China. You want to live by Muslim law, move to Iran. Do not try to change The USA.

From Costa Rica I hear California wants to leave the Union. I have heard such nonsense for twenty years. A few years ago the city of Los Angeles wanted to make the primary language Spanish. If I rallied the American English, Costa Rica would pack my bags and send me back to USA. Now California is a sanctuary state and the voters are being quiet about it. California has one of the highest tax rates in the nation. In order to leave the union, the state would need to raise your taxes more California. Free medical, housing, welfare for the illegal immigrants; yet you have over 100,000 homeless if Los Angeles and San Francisco alone. East Bay has 50,000 homeless, how about taking care of those poor people?

If you over extend your ninety day visa in Costa Rica and you are caught violating their laws; you will be deported and not allowed to enter the country for ten years. How about that California? I can see seventy percent income tax when you do not get subsidies from the federal government when you leave the union. You know, no welfare checks, farm subsidies, etc. So think long and hard and get your head out of the sand voters.

I am not an expert on immigration, but owned businesses that dealt with the problems of using illegals. They would want to mark nine on the tax forms when hired so they did not pay taxes. They lived ten At a time in one or two bedroom apartments. They are hard working individuals and sent all their money home. Most had no intention of staying. My neighbor worked hard for thirty-five years; He is from Nicaragua and followed our laws. A year before he retired he borrowed one hundred and fifty thousand dollars from the bank and used his house as collateral. He took several vacations a year to build his dream house in his home country and left the USA. The day he left, with the transport truck loading his house belongings for shipment, he went to the bank and gave them the keys to his house and said,

“I can’t make the payments anymore more. You can sell my house, good bye.”

I believe the USA needs to follow immigration guidelines and remove the illegal immigrants out of the country. I like the Mexica people, but Mexico has taken advantage of the USA long enough. I left California after forty -two years because I saw the writing on the wall. Californians do not matter and it will cost you because you have politicians who wish for a socialist state. Nothing is free folks!

I am tired of President bashing by the media and ignorant politicians who vote in their own retirement, pay raises, and health insurance. I am tired of seeing companies go over seas because our government got greedy. Made in America has a great ring to it. MAG!

The way things are

Dawn of another day.

What is the difference between Man and Mother Nature ? Mother Nature’s rath is sudden swift and ending. Man cruelty is unrelenting. In our age we have seen two world wars, and many so called police actions. Today’s world is conflicted with hatred, terrorism, and incurable diseases. A white Police woman and her partner is asked to help a woman with a domestic problem and the police woman is gunned down with a high powered rifle. She is alive, but her partner can’t reach her. More police arrive and a crowd of people commence to chant “Kill another cop! Kill another Cop. White cops in an all black neighborhood are not liked until the neighborhood is desperate yet the show their anger and hatred. My question is, What has happened to HUMANITY?

A young girl of sixteen years of age is raped by a well to do white boy from a good family. He is only seventeen years of age. At the hearing the judge says,

“We must show leniency towards this young man; he is from a good family.”

Hey Judge! Is the girl from a good family? Where is the Justice for the girl. How about this, get rid of the Judge and give the girl justice?Where is the HUMANITY in this sick world?

A young man is arrested for mortgage fraud. He found a loophole in the mortgage industry and is costing banks a lot of money. The banks lobby for a change and he is arrested. The Judge at the hearing says I will make an example out of you. The man spends two years in jail before he is forced to plead out for a felony which was not a crime two years ago. The banks are satisfied. Think the Judge was paid off. I wonder?

I live in Costa Rica now. Things are not much different. Gringos are wanted because we have money. We get over charged because we are all rich. It does not matter if you live on a small pension. A tico (Costa Rican) told my contractor to charge more money because he is a Gringo and is rich. This man was a friend of mine; so I thought.

A window contractor tells my contractor he will give him two hundred dollars if he gets a contract for my house at his price. Being an honest man he told me. He told me to get another vender. Of course my contractor is Nicaraguan. I found Tico’s to be arrogant and sensitive. It is ok for them to disrespect you as a person, but did not like it when you told them to leave because you deserve to be treated correctly, or am I the Ugly American.

I learned to chose carefully and have people around me who can respect me because I show them respect. I wanted to get away from the murders, accidents and mayhem in Las Vegas, and I did,but did I find a different form of mayhem, hatred with no cause? Is that what it is like for the black population in America?

I love life and will continue to look for the best in people. I believe in the old adage, what goes around comes around, so it4 behooves an individual to be kind, generous and forgiving. I believe hatred comes back ten fold. Why cannot people understand we must rely on each other? I believe in heaven and hell and distrust any religion where the preacher drives an expensive car and lives in a million dollar home, a politician who enters service an average Joe and becomes a millionaire on my dime. Countries who terrorize their people in the name of their God and Countries who go to war for profit.

I guess I went on a tangent and am tired of the hypocrisy of the world. I hope I see good changes before I die. Let us do it right!

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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
Poems from Costa Rica
Timothy Nugent
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I love mornings after our rain storm. The cloud formations make my imagination fly. The sun rises slowly over the eastern skies and sometimes succumb to the clouds and only the red outline appears. During the course of the early morning white-gray storm clouds appear. I like watching animals form in the clouds.

I remember when I was ten years old laying on our lawn my Father was proud of and challenging my sister to find more animals than I. Did you play those kind of games as kids? Sometimes in our mighty windstorms on the mountain in San Luis, Costa Rica we can see animals form on the trees limbs and leaves. One night as the sunset begins the shadows hit the trees as the monsters appeared. Large dog that looked like it would lunge down from our tallest tree as the wind blew furiously as my girlfriend would look for more. Off in a distance she saw a Horst gallopping away from a wolf and a snake attacking a bird. My, How our imaginations would fly.

I remember as a six year old I was afraid to go into my closet at night. The moon would shine off the trees and make a figure that looks like a monster. I would not sleep,but hide under my covers. My Dad came in to check on me and asked if I was alright. I said the monster wanted to eat me. We had watched a movie called Them about giant ants attacking humans. My Dad lowers the blinds and the monster disappeared for another day.

Have you had experiences where you imagination got the better of you. To this day I do not like walking in the darkest area without a flash light. I love great movies like Wait Until Dark that Let shades, sounds, and sudden movements in the dark that scares the heck out of you. I hope my books make your imagination fly or wish you could take such an adventure. Summertime is a good time to stack new books for your vacation. Check out my bookstores below and happy reading.

The Walk
We live on a mountain top
Over looking God’s new crop
Red, yellow, orange and purple
Green and pink to be more subtle
In his wisdom he enthused
Blue skies as our morning muse
Walking down the brick laden driveway

Watching the dogs as they play
Realizing the draw of the cards
How lucky we truly are
Fresh air, a subtle quiet
A peacefulness I have become reliant
LaLa and LuLu chase after a lizard
Who disappears like a magical wizard
Frustrated at their loss
They dig at the bright green moss
Searching for their prize
That disappeared before their eyes
I continue to walk towards the gate
I whistle, they run to me at a furious rate
I stop and turn around
They sit at my feet making me proud

Excerpt From
Poems from Costa Rica
Timothy Nugent
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Do you like to play Words With Friends?
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I like to look at a beautiful garden or sunrise when I write. Also the view calms my senses as I play Words With Friends.How about you? Do you like playing WWF? No, it is not a wrestling federation; it is an Internet game that I am addicted too. I have challengers of at least fifty players. Some are easy combatants and some murder me in the games. Some are even Steven and make the game fun. The game is position and letters. If you do not get lucky with the good letters you lose.

The frustrating time of the game is when you receive all vowels or no vowels. I have one gentleman who beats me by one hundred points every game . Soon He must of thought I was no challenge so he moved on. I do not mind because I am learning the nuances of the game. Much like chess you must think ahead and look for positions to trap your opponent. I was never a good chess player. For some reason visualizing moves ahead is difficult for me.

You can make friends on Line with WWF, but people are cautious and do not want you to know too much about them. Me, I am an open book and I like to converse and see how far a reach the game has. I play people in Cleavland,Ohio and Las Vegas Nevada. I play a bass quitarist which I use to beat regularly; Lately he has beaten the pants off me. I never get bored with the game and I am developing a better vocabulary. I think it helps me for my book writing and everyday life. I believe I am an average player who struggles to get better at the game, but does not get too disappointed in a loss. I always have poor luck with letters. You know you have QIS and no openings, Damn! I will be winning a game and lose. An example is I will be winning by eighty points and the opposition scores a one hundred point word to win. Was it luck, or a dumb mistake by me.? Was the letters a lucky lottery draw or did I set myself up for the opponent to collect his letters to form a hundred point word.?It takes all seven tiles to hit on the right tile to pull it off; Triple word tile, or letter Etc.😱 AAAHHH! I love the game. I make a rule never to play first thing in the morning or It changes my writing time which is from three or four in the morning until I wish to stop. I may work for a couple of hours and take a break to play WWF. It relaxes me when I get stuck writing and seems to encourage my imagination. I hope you like Words With Friends and will take a chance and try one of my books. Until next time-Pura Vida!

Excerpt from my book The Man With A Limp .

It is a beautiful day; crispy air,. A good start for a Saturday brunch of fresh fruit, scrambled eggs, and homemade croissants. Lucky is well enough to start running again and get back to his work. The group is at Pierre’s Cafe and are enjoying an early afternoon brunch. In front of Lucky is an investigation report given to him by Charles. A new figure in terrorism has appeared, Mustafa Mohammed Kassab. Mustafa stands six feet-three inches tall. He has long brown hair, brown eyes and a scar across his neck. An enemy attacked him while he was asleep; he killed his attacker before the attacker finished the job. It was an attempt to take over the cell. No one has ever heard of such an action before. A leader is picked by Isis to do a job, and everyone follows his lead. CIA is happy to see this dysfunction in a terrorist cell, but the service is a bit confused because they know the ruthlessness of Mustafa. He is big, powerful and demands loyalty or death. He is a perfect leader for Isis.
“I do not want to sound prejudiced, but he looks immaculate for a terrorist.” Says Jack.
“It says here he graduated from Harvard with a law degree in international affairs. Mustafa is clean shaven, intelligent and ruthless. He led an Isis group to five towns and massacred the people for not following Isis. He is going to be hard to find and stop.” Says Lucky. Charles Dawson speaks up; “Curt wants me to take the lead In this investigation along with the Captain. We are the experts in finding the cell. We value your advice but wish to keep you from harm’s way. You have developed a consciousness in Paris with the kidnap attempt on your wife, Lucky. No one knows who I am and the Captain is a known terrorist investigator for France. I have a team flying in today and will gather information and ask for your help. We will work from
the house here, and you will command the post here. Do you agree?” Jack and Lucky explain they would like to help in any way possible. Carla will remain with Lucky, Jack, and Jazz to form the information as it comes in. Before the group from the States arrive, Carla, Jazz, Lucky and Jack want to visit Paris. The first place is the Eiffel Tower. Dawson sends Patrick with the group to go site seeing. Patrick takes the group to the Eiffel Tower. It is a chilly September night, and because of their status in Paris, the word was given to the tour people to give them first class treatment. A man will be with the group, and they are taken up to the dining room for a dinner. It is seven-thirty and the sun is beginning to set. Late September is beautiful and tonight is no exception. The city is aglow with lights. The Eiffel Tower is so bright you could wear sunglasses. Jazz and Carla are radiant as they shine in
the light. Jack goes to order Champagne and Patrick says,
“It is on the way, sir. France appreciates what you are doing for them and wishes to take care of the bill.” Jack explains that it is not
necessary and Patrick says, “We insist!”
The evening is beautiful, and the group walks out to the balcony
to look at the grand city. Beautifully lit and gorgeous, it is an unusual sight. As they look over the city, there is a massive explosion. Half the lights of the city go out. A large cloud overcomes the city. Jack and Lucky turn to leave as a large man in a turban stop them. Surrounded by people with hand machine guns they stop.
“My name is Mustafa Mohammed Kassab, do you believe you can stop me?
Excerpt from my book The Man With A Limp .