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The Bond Poetic – Episode 1.9 ‘Golden Armour’

007 returns to pit his wits against an assassin that use a Golden Gun to finish off his targets whilst being paid a cool $1million…

This and all episodes of the Bond Poetic are available as a Podcast (via Anchor/Spotify) and available on other podcast platforms like Apple and Google.)

Golden Armour

Moore moves onto to the ‘asia scene’

 The Solex Agitator is now the prize

007 must remain trim and lean

To avoid his possible demise

Power and energy are in short supply

Nations seek answers in the sun

Scaramanga has ideas to deny

Buy using his unique ‘Golden Gun’

Bond tracks the mistress, Anders

That bullet with 007 etched on

In the casino; Bond doesn’t flounder

At the hotel, Anders knows the game is on

Hai Fat is tricked by 007

Scaramanga gets there first

Bond escapes death;maybe heaven?

A Golden Bullet send’s Fat home, in a hearse

The Solex is now in play

Goodnight supports the team

Scaramanga flees; flying away

In the boot, she is nowhere to be seen

The stage is set for the highest bid

Scaramanga’s end game for cash

It’s the right time to lift the lid

With blaze from a bullet with a flash

Nick Nack leads Bond into the maze

Reflecting Bond’s hopes and fears

Triumph for 007;ending Scaramnga’s days

Then he celebrates; whispering in Goodnight’s ears…

The Bond Poetic – Episode 1.8 ‘Let me Live!’

Following on the heels of George Lazenby after spending years playing ‘The Saint’ on our TV screens – Roger Moore steps up as the ‘new’ 007 with his own ‘slick’ style of portraying the global superspy…

This and all episodes of the Bond Poetic are available as a Podcast (via Anchor/Spotify) and available on other podcast platforms like Apple and Google.)

Let me Live!

It was in June 1973

A new ‘ Bond’ came to the fore

No more Sean Connery

Hello & welcome to Mr Roger Moore

No more global spectre games

Local issues are now the fight

Drugs are the target; the aim

007 meets a new ‘dark knight’

He is big; the ruler of San Monique

He uses ‘magic’ to threaten and scare

His methods are indeed unique

Bond may have something new to fear

The UN is the centre of attention

Kanaga ‘Whispers’ into the big apple too;

Bond comes close to his perdition

He now knows what he needs to do

What is the future for 007?

What does the Tarot card say?

Will it be hell or heaven?

Will he find out without delay?

Who is this mysterious Solitaire?

The cards tell a different story

Rosie’s life is now ashes, in the air

Mr Big, moves on; in search of glory

Two faces become one

Mr Big and Kanaga are the same

The ‘white powder’ must be undone

We now know who to blame

Solitaire loses her gifts & charm

Samedi is called to make sacrifice

Bond skips the crocs ; they do him no harm

Who says crocodiles can’t be nice

Samedi meets his doom

In a ‘coffin’ of poisonous snakes

Kanaga’s gassed and fills the room

His remains are cleared up with a rake

Leiter sorts out the lovebirds

The last train by the CIA host

When nothing could be more absurd;

Then Samedi returning; as the ‘laughing ghost’…

The Bond Poetic – Episode 1.7 ‘Yes Your Majesty’

A new 007 takes to the stage in the form of George Lazenby – this would be his only first and only Bond film – the 7th in the franchise.

This and all episodes of the Bond Poetic are available as a Podcast (via Anchor/Spotify) and available on other podcast platforms like Apple and Google.)

Yes, Your Majesty

A new Bond stands centre stage

He is anything but Lazy

Following Flemings every page

The Swiss scenery might leave you hazy

It’s Blofeld, now the Telly (aka Kojak)

The goal; global food poverty

No fear; Bond has a Columbo Mac

Just one last question is the key

Bond meets and saves the fallen lady

He survives his usual scrapes

Her father worries about his baby

Bond agrees to be her date

Draco is a link to finding ESB

Bond is in love taking his breath

12 women seem as happy as can be

Bond learns; they are the ‘angels of death’

A proposal of marriage follows

Amidst the ever impending doom

Something genuine; never hollow

You can feel ending coming soon

A snowy backdrop is left behind

Bond and wife escape and are free

The last twist of the knife,  Bond did find

It’s time for perdition for the lovely Tracy…

The Bond Poetic – Episode 1.6 ‘The Forever Jewel’

(This and all episodes of the Bond Poetic are available as a Podcast (via Anchor/Spotify) and available on other podcast platforms like Apple and Google.)

Episode 6 of the Poetic versions following the James Bond Films starts with the three time Bond theme song singer Dame Shirley Bassey (Diamonds are Forever – this poem/film/ – Also Goldfinger & Moonraker).

The Forever Jewel

Connery returns; not forever

Diamonds are now on the menu

ESB needs to be sent to the never, never

Leiter is still part of Bond’s crew

Wint and Kidd are the hired guns

Whyte is  the man behind the money 

Too many Blofeld’s is no such fun

When smuggling tastes better than honey

In Amsterdam Bond is Franks

Can he pass the test?

Tiffany prefers to head to the bank

To Vegas then; they head there next

Are diamonds really real?

Nobody seems to know

Q, M, Leiter made the deal

Now it’s time for the ‘real’ show

Tiffany should have assisted Bond

In fear she hands the prize on

Fleeing is the same as to abscond

But realises her error must be undone

In Whyte’s house, Bond sees double

No; not Wint and Kidd

Bond is captured and put in a bubble

And then they close the lid

007 evades a certain death

He gets help from an old enemy

At Blofled’s lab they learn the depth

Of his Diamond laser satellite beam

Blofeld validates his weapon from on high

Nuclear sites reduced to rubble

Will the nations bow down to comply?

Or will Bond’s team; get them out of trouble?

An oil platform is the place to be

Explosions and bullets fly

ESB’s escapade ends at the bottom of the sea

Bond ensures Witt and Kidd also die…

The Bond Poetic – Episode 1.5 ‘Two Lives for Mr. Bond’

Episode 5 in the Poetic spy thriller franchise sees Bond die twice? or Live twice?…either way it makes an enthralling watch (or listen) as you are taken through ‘ Two Lives for Mr. Bond’…

(This and all episodes of the Bond Poetic are available as a Podcast (via Anchor/Spotify) and available on other podcast platforms like Apple and Google.)

Two Lives for Mr Bond…

Who says nothing lasts forever

Many have given it a try

Death can give you a lever

The only way to freedom, is to die

Bond does just that

What is the hell is going on?

007 is human, not that ‘cat’

Oh wait, I’m afraid it’s just a con

In ‘67 the scene is now set

Two superpowers pitched against the other

What are the answers they will get?

Is Spectre the one behind all the bother?

In Japan Bond seeks to learn more

With the help from an unusual source

Someone is paying Spectre for sure

Now it’s time separate; via an explosive divorce

Looking to the skies two rockets disappear

One from the USSR and from the USA

The countries then realise their worst fears

They leave it to Bond; to save the day

Tiger bears his friendly claws

To benefit the side of the good

Plotting to inject a fatal flaw

Under Spectre’s rocket hood

Bond ducks and dives, saving his skin

Osato and Brandt may yet pay the price

Bonds escapes with a win

Brandt is fed to the piranhas; nice..

Tanaka assists Bond to find the secret base

There he finally meets the infamous E.S.B.

That ‘Cat’ is there just in case

As the ninjas await their final finale

A mass interdiction gets under way

Bond and his team attack from all around

Spectre’s leader has one last thing to say

‘I’m off’, and is nowhere to be found…

The Bond Poetic – Episode 1.4 ‘ Thunder & Balls’

The fourth episode in the Poetic series sees 007 take to new ‘depths’ to save the world once again in 1965…

(This and all episodes of the Bond Poetic are available as a Podcast (via Anchor/Spotify) and available on other podcast platforms like Apple and Google.)

Thunder and Balls

The years roll on and Bond is still alive

‘Awake Mr Bond’ to the Thunderball

The year is set; its now 1965

Will James answer the call?

MI6’s nemesis remains alert

Spectre have stolen the atomic prize

No time for Bond to ‘chase the skirt’

Focus now: on Spectre’s timely demise

To escape from his latest tight spot

Finally Q delivers Bond tech in style

Remaining cool; never hot

Bond raises the stakes and flies

Into the Caribbean delights

Into the den of Mr Largo

$100 million is in his sights

Has Bond immunity against Ms Domino?

The world is on the brink

That ransom has to be paid

They need a ‘boat’ that won’t sink

Underwater is where the battle will be played

In widescreen view you did see

Leiter support the mercurial Bond

Fleming’s heroes fight the enemy

No time for fear or to abscond

A first time aquatic leads the way

Largo knows the waters below

The Bond/Leiter combo manages to hold sway

Our enemy gets a hit and a blow

Miami is the final location

On board Domino gets her sweet payback

Largo retires on a permanent vacation

There’s no need to continue the attack

Into the arms of Bond does she fall?

M, surely would not approve

Maybe this once for saving the Thunderball

You can’t stop 007 when he’s in the groove…

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

Qualities of Life (for a Happy New Year!)

QUALITIES OF LIFE (all year round)

               Always be tidy

              Always be clean

              Always be generous

              Never be mean

—–

              Do your best for your neighbour

              Do your best for your friends

              Do your best for all concerned         

              And respect for you will never end

—–

              Try to be humble

              Try to be meek

              Try to be reasonable

              As this is what we all seek

—–

              We strive for perfection

              We strive to do our very best

              We strive for all our lives

              To pass life’s hardest test

—–

              To live with one another

              In peace and harmony

              If we each do our little bit

              Then maybe one day-we’ll all be free…

Wishing everyone across the globe the happiest of new years considering were most of us are. Keeping a positive frame of mind as much as we can for ourselves and each other. J W Nelson.

A CHILD IS BORN (from Poems for the Festive Season)

Your day or reckoning is here! – well that is a little melodramatic – but yes its a day of hopeful joy, togetherness and time with loved ones. Enjoy yours as best you can. Happy Christmas and new year to you all.

A Child is Born

A  story from far, far away

Told of a young baby born in hay

Surrounded by the spirit of power

That came down from heaven in an invisible shower

—–

It was cold everywhere outside

No one wanted to help, instead they’d hide

Keeping mother and baby at bay

Until kindness showed them where they could stay

—–

Little did anyone but a few know

The prince that god through Mary did bestow

A future to help save sinful mankind

A role of great importance it would not be a bind

—–

The carrier of peace in his heart

He would do this right from the start

Doing all he could across the world

To man, woman, boy and girl

—–

At this time special time of year

We do well to remember; to shed a tear

For an ultimate sacrifice displayed

The debt of our sins, he paid

—–

Let’s not mourn but celebrate

By honouring, not to berate

Joining family, friends and the needy

Reflecting on not becoming too greedy

—–

Share amongst the magic of this time

With good food and maybe some wine

The universal spirit that from this will spawn

Brings us back to why the child was born.

The Big Day (from Poems for the Festive Season)

Its the day before. Anticipation reins supreme in many households across the globe. This year that anticipation may well be tempered by what we’ve had to endure. Yet as the cliché line states ‘ life goes on’ or in some cases ‘ the show must go on’, as we do this we remember the fallen, and quietly appreciate what we have.

The Big Day 

With patient trepidation

The big day finally arrives

 Partaken by the Christian nation

Whatever we do is no longer a surprise

—–

The children awake early

Eager and excited as can be

Wives and girlfriends rise to the yearning

‘I wander what he’s got me?’

—–

Then to the presents to unveil

Our patience is tested once again

Some expressions go from pink to pale

As the gifts are ranked one out of ten

—–

The kitchen is now the key

Too many cooks to spoil?

The pressure mounts on you and me

As we haven’t used enough oil

—–

The grand meal is served on time

The drinks have flowed all day

We cooked turkey and fish with a squeeze of lime

There is enough to last until May

—–

Pulling crackers and wearing silly hats

All part of the Christmas theme

Stories regaled about this and that

Becomes the after dinner Christmas scene

—–

Drunk with booze, full with food

Everyone goes through the motions

The effort of getting in the annual Christmas mood

Must be the best secret of many a potion…                

December 24th 2020