Sitting on the floor
Watching James bond overpower foes.
A complicated character with
A subtle ethic, ice-chilled wrath –
Most of all, a yogic path
Of duty and detachment;
Yogic while the villain,
Mega-bombs his own routinely –
Ligaments and muscles blown,
Royal houses overthrown!
And yet we have so much in common.
Villain cool, detached but mean,
Followers his kill machine.
Bond the Lancelot,
Jaw-dropping stunts his lot,
Fencing, boxing, crashing cars;
Fights and scars his calling cards –
And when in need of surgery
He heals quickly.
Evil lurks, Bond never shirks, and still
His life is filled with perks:
Hotel suites, girls en suite,
Dry martinis, Aston Martins (note the plural)
Sure of all
Bond’s megastar, ideal and idol.
This poet rather fond of Bond,
Both yogis of a different kind:
He the running, driving soldier,
I, the yogi on the floor,
Each connected to a power.
Grinding skills the Bond-dynamic,
Mine the tranquil skill-iambic.
I give in to un-excitement’s
Ordinary daily yoga;
Bond the knight with right to kill
(Nice guy James with license, aimed at
Ordinary evil ogres –
There you see the box of riddles:
Bond the paradox in middle
Fighting off the oh, so evil bad guys!
Yoga, James Bond & The Bad Guys 2.10.2015/revised 8.28.2016
Circling Round Yoga II; A Sense Of The Ridiculous II;