Timothy M. Nugent: a Collection of Poems

By Timothy M Nugent

Angel, Angel whisper in my ear
During my greatest discontent
Whisper love endures
Chase away the devils allures
Angel, Angel whisper in my ear
Tell me love lost will reappear
Give me strength through the day
Keep the Devils thoughts at bay
Angel, Angel whisper in my ear
Tell me God is always near
In a world in disarray
Help me to have a more charitable way
Angel, Angel hear my plea
In this you must agree
Take my hand when I die
Guide me towards my heavenly ties
Angel, Angel dear
Loneliness was what I feared
Angel, Angel whisper in my ear

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: May 9, 2012
• ISBN: 9781477100868

Timothy M Nugent

Hello, my friends! My name is Timothy M Nugent. I am an author and poet, and this is my first book of short stories. I took excerpts from my poems and made them into short stories. “Short Stories by Timothy M Nugent will be my eleventh book published by Xlibris Self-publishing company. I live in Costa Rica, and I am enjoying PURA VIDA. My Girlfriend, Corina and I and our two puppies, LuLu and LaLa, hope you enjoy my Books. May you enjoy a great life. Buy my Books at understanding-online.com.

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A COLLECTION

OF

POEMS

Copyright © 2012 by Timothy M. Nugent.

Library of Congress Control Number:       2012907243

ISBN:         Hardcover                               978-1-4771-0085-1

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Contents

Angel Angel

G.I.

Apples

Beyond

Bitter

Bodega Bay

Boss

Bumble Bee

Butterfly

Can’t You See Me?

Captain’s Cove

Cars

Casino

Casinos Of Old

Compadres

Companion

The Conejo Bee’s

Confused

Crossroads

Crying Inside

Dear Lady

Destiny

Disappointed

Dream Ride

Early Sunday Morning

Euthanasia

Every Day

Family

Fate

Flowers

Forgive me

Forgiveness

Friends

Friendship

Grade School

Grandma

Growing Old

Hands

Health

Her Ride

Her sleep

Honor

I am

I long for the years

I ponder

I thought of you all day

If only you knew

Immigration

It has been

Kids with hats

Las Vegas

Late

Liberty

Live

Long lost America

Lunch with a friend

Man

Marriage

Merry Christmas

More

Mister D’s

My Favorite Black Chair

My Girlfriends Cat

Need to ride

Never

New Love

No Money

Of Country

Once upon a time

Oppression

Pain

California Flowers

Powerlifters

Precious moments

The prostitute

Promises

Quiet

Reckless Love

Red Rock Canyon

Run away

Santa Ana’s

Saturday Afternoon

Serenity

Tired

The Stand

Stormy

Stranger

Summer Rain

Sunset

Thanksgiving

The Bar

The Bed

The Business

My Cantankerous Lover

The cave

The Checker Board

The Couple

The Crisis

The Dog

The Door

The Early Morning

The facts

The fly on the wall

Fog

The Hobo

The Home

The Investment

The Life Force

Man from Siam

The Nap

The Parakeets

The Past

The Pearl

The Piano Bar

The Player

Rage

The Rapids

The Times

Biology one o one

The Trip

The Women

The Word Games

Tired

Today

Two Pillows

Undecided

Understanding

Waves of discontent

Yellow Stone

War

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Timothy M. Nugent

Poet, author of Odes To Life And Love, Travels With The Wildman Volumes 1 & 2, Passages From Her Cards, and Timothy M. Nugent Poems. Also writer of blogs: Superglideman2.wordpress.com and Superglideman.wordpress.com. Website- odestolifeandlove.com

I travel the United States of America on my Harley Ultra Glide (2009). Taking pictures with my Canon Power shot. I write poetry about the pictures I take. Sometimes nature releases ideas about people and the places I see. I work on these feelings and write my poetry. I hope you enjoy our trip.

Angel Angel

Angel, Angel whisper in my ear

During my greatest discontent

Whisper love endures

Chase away the devils allures

Angel, Angel whisper in my ear

Tell me love lost will reappear

Give me strength through the day

Keep the Devils thoughts at bay

Angel, Angel whisper in my ear

Tell me God is always near

In a world in disarray

Help me to have a more charitable way

Angel, Angel hear my plea

In this you must agree

Take my hand when I die

Guide me towards my heavenly ties

Angel, Angel dear

Loneliness was what I feared

Angel, Angel whisper in my ear

G.I.

They walk one step in front of another

Always in unison with their brothers

They train hard to protect Their nation

Protecting us from the terrorist invasion

Our men and women are sent to strange lands

To fight dangerous and fanatical men

Religious zealots who have only one plan

To destroy and expel the infidels from their land

Our soldiers fight a religious war

A fanaticism they deplore

They see innocents killed every day

A genocide in a religious way

Terrorist have a strict adherence

To a religion of complete indifference

The soldiers see their lack of compassion

Which only increases their determination and passion

When they come home ; show them your pride

Show them you will stand by their side.

Take care of them in sickness

Take care of their mental wellness

Thank God above

For taking care of our soldiers we love

We should expect no less

Apples

Steaming hot with baked cinnamon

Picked fresh from the tree

Ten bushels for my mom

Orchards and orchards of apples for free

Pies and apple sauce

Summer delights

Helping mom she is the boss

Apple crisp and apples slices

No wonder I was a pudgy kid

Put the cooked apples capote in jars with lids

Set in the floor freezer to last all summer

Not every household had pastry chef for a mother

Cakes,pies, and homemade bread

The smells and aromas are still in my head

You go back to my old home town

All the orchards have been cut down

No more walking from farm to farm

No more enjoying the smell of country charm

I feel sorry for those who can’t understand

The smell of country cooking

when you stepped onto our land

It is a city where I once lived

I am trying to forgive

Those who asked for progress

Got smog and congestion in the process

Mom is too old to cook our apples

That is ok; my sisters and I are ample

We still have apple crisp and slices

But it is not as enticing

Gone are the bushel baskets of fun

The hikes we took long the river runs

The cooked cinnamon apples

My mother handing out samples

Those wonderful smells are still in my head

Beyond

I believe life goes beyond being mortal

Maybe this is purgatory: our living portal

A place of indentured servitude

Visited by this magnitude

Of invisible beings