Monthly Archives: January 2022

The Bond Poetic – Episode 1.25 – ‘Death has no Time’…

The 25th Bond movie finally arrived after several postponements and delays due to the covid pandemic. It also brought to bear the final outing as 007 for Mr. Daniel Craig, since he begun his stewardship in Casino Royale.

In some ways a final chapter has been written, with I’m sure a new one to take place at some point in the not too distant future. For now this is the Bond Poetic version of ‘No Time to Die’.

Death Has No Time…

The 25th film is the end?

Don’t be silly?

The next 007 is just around bend

As the hit theme song is tuned in by Billie

Swann still has a lot to hide

Her youthful nightmare won’t let go

In Bond she does not confide

As they escape the bullets from Primo

Five years go unnoticed; but is it a con?

James is now outside the spy club

Hercales is born; the new bioweapon

The killer could be a plant or a shrub

It’s Obruchev master plan

Backed by the head of MI6

Nanobots; DNA; touch; become deadpan

What was broken; can they now fix?

Steal back the mad scientist

The big bash for Mr. ESB; for sure

A new mad man turns on the mist

And ‘poof’, the old SPECTRE is no more

Ash has two faces

Leiter is no more

007 & Bond are now in a race

To get Obruchev; and even the score

Now the plan starts to go awry

From the hand of the master Safin

In prison; Bond is Blofeld’s last goodbye

As he uses the touch of miss Madeleine

Infected at Safin’s hands

Bond now knows his fate

Is he finally a father, the ‘man’

Or is he decades; far too late?

—-

Nomi and Bond plan their final attack

Safin’s missile nanobot base

Heracles bots made many; no slack

Will Madeleine and Bond get away safe?

—-

Nomi steps in to save mother & daughter

Takes them to a safe place

Safin tries to put Bond to a ‘bot’ slaughter

Bond fights back; putting Safin on his face

Mathilde and Madeleine talk to Bond

The missiles are in the air; deployed

‘The child is yours’; 007 is where he belongs

Only one choice taken; for Bond and the island to be destroyed…

Fools Company? How does your company fare?…

See below an excerpt from the book Company of Fools – a comedy drama, with a hint of romance (if you can call it that) available on amazon as a paperback or e-book.

This is the story of one man’s genuine quest to find love, a good job and maybe start a family. His name Justin Whalley. The book is written in the first person as Justin regales his various attempts to obtain or keep one or more of his ‘life goals’.

The random excerpt is from the first page I turned to when opening the novel. Halfway through chapter 9.

“Walking through the cemetery at this early hour frightened me a little. It was winter and still dark, yet the liquid spirit made me feel brave.

Stumbling through the grave yard, I struggled to navigate where my mother’s grave stone could be. Going once a month still left me confused, feeling that I never truly knew where to look, when so many headstones looked familiar. Somehow, the cemetery always seemed different to me. Maybe the drink was having an effect.

The wind calmly whistled through the dense trees that surround the cemetery. I walked following a narrow path and then cut across some grass. This was ridiculous, I couldn’t see a damn thing.

Taking each step slowly, I then found no solid ground. My whole body careered forward and downward. I screamed at the top of my voice.

There I was falling into what must be a newly dug eight foot deep grave. I landed hands first, then body. Flat out. once I regained my my senses, I turned to face, looking upward out of the grave. The darkness seemed to be swirling, moving as though some creature had just thrown me in.

I stood up and dusted myself down and immediately started to call for help.

‘Help! Help! Can anybody hear me?’ Of course no one replied.

I tried one or two more attempts to leap upward but the depth was too steep. Well that’s what I thought. Without warning, down there in the depths of this new grave , a voice spoke to me. ‘Don’t bother mate, I’ve been here all night and can’t get out’.

You’ve never heard a scream ort yell like it. My throat was sore from that yelling and screaming and boy oh boy, when I thought eight feet was too high, I could have jumped three or four times that if I had to.

I don’t know how, but I found a spring that allowed me to escape what could only be described as a spiritual experience, in some way. I know some people have the power to talk to the dead, but this was too close a call”.

Book by J W Nelson (for aged 16+)

Other books: Pentagon Pirate Gang : The Secret of the Orchard (Young Adult) – available on Amazon and in in book shops from spring this year (2022).