Wednesday, 21 November 2018

To Flirt or Not to Flirt?

People watching is such fun
Most, lost in their bubbles, come
Into my vision unawares
We briefly share our lives – with stares ...

Although discreet, I take a chance
And momentarily sneak a glance
At those who cross my path en ville:
A chance encounter is a thrill!

Most, of course, don't meet my gaze
The damned phone dominates their days;
Are they chatting to their friends,
Or talking business? It depends ...

The printed word is all but gone
A few, engrossed in books, read on
Some have a fractious child in tow
But most are busy, on the go.

It's rare indeed to catch the eye
Of those around us; should I try?
Social media is too much!
What happened to the human touch?

(c) Poet in the woods 2018



Monday, 19 November 2018

The Treachery of Translation

The E.U. buzzes every day
Adapting speeches that convey
From a vast and never-ending pile
Linguistic nuances of style.

Mass Eurobabble, Eurospeak ...
Let's take the BREXIT Deal this week:
500* pages to convert
A monumental task of work!

No doubt about it – this is Art
A talent culture can impart;
A wayward comma, mis-used word
Could make the end result – absurd!

But the real challenge comes with verse
Artful wording makes it worse
As metaphors are honed with skill
Their double-meanings never still.

In another tongue the rhyme is lost
Or the meaning kept, but at a cost.
Translations take on a new guise
Resulting in - a compromise!

(c) Poet in the woods 2018

* 585 pages to be exact!


Friday, 16 November 2018

Over a Cuppa!

What nicer than a cup of tea
That you, dear friend, can share with me?
While we wait for it to brew
We chat together, me and you.

There's no theme we can't discuss:
Why politics is so much fuss
The cost of living – sharp tax hikes
Should we abandon cars for bikes?

Emotions, some new family drama
The re-election of Obama
The grim futility of war
Refugees, the urban poor.

Meanwhile, our tea is piping hot
We pour it gently from the pot
And enjoy its calming, warm delight
Contemplating the world's plight...

Humans suffer, plagued with doubt;
How will the BREXIT deal work out?
What tricks has Nature up its sleeves?
Time perhaps to read - tea leaves ...

(c) Poet in the woods 2018

Cave Canem! A Cautionary Tale

Dogs are Man's best friend? Perhaps ...
Sometimes, though, they're known to lapse
As a friend of mine became the bait
Of an angry wolfhound in a state.

Passers-by in great alarm
At the giant bite marks on his arm;
This unexpected gory vision
Evoked an A&E decision.

Thank goodness arteries were spared;
His wife, of driving somewhat scared,
Drove safely there down a dark lane
And got her courage back again.

This nasty shock upset their day
But she, without fear, drives away
He, bandaged, as the pain subsides,
Thinks: «Cave Canem» still applies!

(c) Poet in the woods 2018



Mosaic in Pompeii

Tuesday, 13 November 2018

R.I.P. Spider-Man (1922-2018)

In Manhattan, Upper West Side, born
He saw the Great Depression spawn
Unemployment, lack of funds
In a Nation suffering from the glums.

This prolific writer ran
With characters like Spider-Man
Whose Red-and-Blue form hit the screens
And fired up many children's dreams

Exciting plots flowed from his pen:
DareDevil, Iron Man, X-Men,
Captain America, Doctor Strange
Formed his most amazing range.

Excitement promised on the cover
A world of action like no other
His complex storylines inspired
His artists to keep pace, though tired!

Son of a Romanian refugee
Known by the public as Stan Lee
He's left us now - aged 95
But his genius comic books survive!

(c) Poet in the woods 2018



Spider-Man created 1962

Friday, 9 November 2018

The Armistice - 100 Years On

To catch the mood is not a given
How can I your day enliven?
My daily posts, some old, some new
Tempt a bunch of you to view!

You wonder what theme sparks my muse
I admit it's sometimes hard to choose:
A special date, event, disaster
As this world spins ever faster ...

I try to keep my topics light
Positive spins provide delight
But sadness sometimes plays a role;
This weekend many bells will toll

Recalling those who gave their lives
In World War I's vast sacrifice
One hundred years right to the day
The Armistice came into play...

Dame War exacted a huge cost
A bright young generation lost
From many nations; modern powers
Meet up and reflect - with flowers.

Red poppies, symbols of the dead
In huge displays; where soldiers' tread
In Flanders' fields or on the Somme
Was omnipresent - hear birdsong ...

(c) Poet in the woods 2018



Thursday, 8 November 2018

Roses in November?

Damp pavements, leaf-confetti strewn
Blue bags await the bin platoon
November bluster on parade
Brollies temptingly displayed.

Huge trucks bring St. Nick to the shops
Consumption poverty still mocks
Cars brake and vroom at traffic lights
This poet seeks more tender sights ...

And then I spot one – my heart glows
In windswept garden – one pink rose ...
It's fragile beauty, proud and bold
Paves my homeward walk with gold!

(c) Poet in the woods 2018