Category Archives: EON

BLUE SKY THINKING….

On a random sunny afternoon, sometimes thoughts, ideas, musings from the past, present and future merge as you look skyward. The deepest blue sky and potent yellowy sun start to speak to you in rhyme. So you close your eyes and respond in kind…maybe with something like this…

Sitting in the afternoon sun

I breathe deeply with heat on my back

Not a cloud my eyes can see

My pet dog lies strewn with comfort


The trees sway this way and that

Their shadow cast spookily across my lawn

A small insect escapes the blades

As I watch it struggling to find a path


To dream as I do

It only happens when the sky is eternally blue

A cool breeze refuses to share it’s energy

And supply me, my dog with sufficient air


To feel my dreams develop beyond

An horizon that is impossible to view

How the mind works to supply hope

To those who dare to dream

When sky becomes eternally blue

Radiating heat from the sun

Splatters on my face

On my back on my neck

It’s the suns way of a loving embrace


Yes I dream still of nothing

Into the eternal blue yonder

To find no answers as such

Light years from perdition

I hope and can only wonder


Enjoying the reflective glare

Squinting with delight not derision

My blue sky that is above me;

Could it mean I’m looking;

Directly into the heavens?


A star; yes the celestial being

A yellow ball of sublime heat

And perfunctory light

I sit here to worship your power

With every bone and sinew


The blue sky motivates the thinker

Metastasises the brain like an engine

Churns thoughts, hopes, the unseen shadow

Eyes open wide now as the truth

Waits for you unbidden

The Bond Poetic Vol 3. Returns in: ” The Finger of Gold “

The third Bond Film still ranks in the memory for several reasons. The gold painted lady, the ‘ejector seat’ stunt and ‘that Jag’, then Bond on the table coming perilously close to becoming a soprano and not living to ‘sing that particular tale’.

At Christmas approaches I’m sure we’ll see the usual catalogue of Bond movies to remind how the whole ‘spy movie’ thing got started and seems here to stay.

It was now 1964

The world no longer on hold

007 faces a nemesis once more

A man hypnotised by Gold

—–

Into the fray Bond tracks his man

They know him  as ‘Goldfinger’

The DB5 speeds through Switzerland

No time to slow down, or to linger

——

Smuggling himself into that life

The Golf course is the venue

Odd Job ensures there is no strife

Then removes a head, that cannot be renewed

—–

A crafty plan is set in motion

Is Pussy Galore the key?

Bond has other ideas with her devotion

To change her mind to switch teams?

—–

Bond is caught in the lion’s den

The criminal fraternity are shrouded in smoke 

Goldfinger’s plan is not an ‘if’, but ‘when’

The men in that room perished by the choke

——

Strapped to a table about five feet high

Bond utters his final convincing words

Goldfinger responds ‘You’re supposed to die’

Bond’s luck is in; as his pitch is heard 

—–

But Galore’s planes are now in the air

Poisonous gases ready to deploy

A change of heart the soldiers it did spare

Denying Goldfinger his moment to enjoy

—–

With a plan B, Goldfinger changes tack

Leave Bond trapped with his Korean brick

Bond gives him a shock when he attacks

A sizzling finale did just the trick

—–

Leiter thinks the job is done

Auric has other schemes and ways 

On Galore’s plane Auric saw the sun

And that was the end of Goldfinger’s days…

THE BOND POETIC SERIES (VOL 1 S.C.)

THE FIRST IN THE SERIES (COVERING THE BOND MOVIES), my own poetic version starting with the first movie… more to come..

  1. NO Way…

It was an EON ago when it began

Nineteen sixty-two I believe

Broccoli and Saltzman had a plan

And there he was Mr. Sean Connery

From the pen of Mr. Fleming

Films that set the spy world alight

Cinema goers followed the sparkle like lemmings

Off the cliff of entertainment, into the night

In Jamaica an inspired Fleming wrote

They filmed Dr. No there

The exotic location was worthy of note

The choice, like Bond, was a dare

Bond fought ‘the hand’ of crime

Used the tricks of the trade

Ursula shone like a coin, a dime

Beauty met beauty; in Jamaica it was made

With action, pace and the one liner

Delivered to the enemy and the viewer

Followed by the baddie with a shiner

As Bond sat in a bow tie, eating from a skewer

With a nod and a wink

Good triumphs over evil

Facing the barrel of a Walther also makes one think

About not reneging on paying your bill

The bill for SPECTRE is a high one

Only 007 can guarantee payment

Supported by Ryder their work is done 

Now it’s time to send the statement

With Dr No. dead in the pool

Bond can get his hand on;

Cuddling Honey Rider as calm and as cool

Then sail away to safety; to the Bond theme song…

JW Nelson©