Monday, 27 June 2016

The Brussels Ommegang

The Ommegang means walkabout;
When religious pageants wielded clout
Under the yoke of Catholic Spain
And Charles V was old and lame.

The year was 1549
Young Philip, soon second of his line
Watched a spectacular display
As the city guilds in fine array

Filed past with banners flying high
With the 'bon peuple' standing by
The religious orders swelled the ranks
The wealth of Brussels then gave thanks

To a treasured relic in its shrine
And dove of peace – a precious sign;
All this the Emperor showed his son
A gentle transfer had begun...

Despite displays of jewels and gold
Brussels, thought Philip, was too cold
He plumped for sun in torrid Spain
In fact, he rarely came again.

But the pageant lives on, never fear
Thousands watch it every year
Re-enactment on a July night
Of 16th century Brussels might!

(c) Poet in the woods 2016

2016 dates: 5th and 7th July



Saturday, 25 June 2016

The Brits did it Their Way

Through the glass darkly and behold
Not storm clouds tinged with rays of gold
But rather mist and fog and rain
The summer of discontent is plain.

Many “Brexit” voters feel remorse;
But a free choice was theirs - of course
Their vote a wild stab in the dark?
They've struck the E.U. in the heart!

London wants to rule alone
Its clout in Europe is well known
Dignified, faced with defeat;
Cameron's would-be successors meet …

The Brits have lit a funeral pyre
The consequences will be dire
This referendum spins the dice
But number-crunching won't suffice.

The finance markets catch a chill
The weakened pound – a bitter pill
A tsunami of job losses looms
Regrets for many – one assumes …

(c) Poet in the woods 2016




Friday, 24 June 2016

Post Mortem ...

The day dawns; Brits abroad awake
Banned from voting - hard to take
The masses on our little Isle
Went “Brexit”- xenophobic-style!

Scots and North Ireland want to stay
Wales and England turn away
Though London's in the camp “Bremain”
No “Great” in Britain – now slow lane...

Screeds on social media sites:
“Gutted”, “Shocked” and “Loss of rights”
The pound slumps to an all-time low
Cameron, the P.M., soon must go.

For the E.U. a new future starts
A wave of sovereign States and hearts?
The closer union we enjoyed
Has at a stroke now been destroyed.

Have Britons lost their common sense?
No more sitting on the fence
Obsessed with “faceless” Eurocrat
They've voted out – and that is that!

(c) Poet in the woods 2016

Referendum 23rd June, 2016




Wednesday, 22 June 2016

It's Crunch Time!

Since Forty-Five we've had no wars;
Agreed, the E.U. has some flaws
But trading in a wider sphere
With goods and skills that all can share

Brings strength of purpose and new goals
To a market with no custom tolls
A mosaic of small nation States
Pool resources, up the stakes!

The Brits go to the Polls today
They really should decide to stay
As “Strength in Unity” is true
Alone, what can one island do?

(c) Poet in the woods 2016


Monday, 20 June 2016

Alice in Referendum-Land

Are we living in a Wonderland?
Britain's poised in No Man's land
White Rabbit bolts down a deep hole
Does Alice really know her role?

One “drink me” medicine makes her grow
The ceiling soon becomes too low
While a second bottle makes her shrink
She hesitates, which should she drink?

The Magic toadstool blocks her way
The Red Queen forces her to play
She runs fast, staying on the spot
While Carpenter and Walrus mock...

Feeling trapped, she must decide
But will she choose the winning side?
The croquet game goes all awry
The Hack of Cards makes voters sigh!

Should she keep the status quo?
Where weird creatures come and go
Or take a step back and pretend
That the Dream is at an end?

(c) Poet in the woods 2016




Thursday, 16 June 2016

Playing Ball

When it comes to sport, there's a divide
Players, and those who watch inside:
Yelling at the T.V. screen
Consuming beer – know what I mean?

It's a mystery why a muddy ball
So many millions can enthral
How normal life is put on hold
And a plethora of flags unfold!

This year La belle France bears the brunt
Of this fervour on the sporting front
Police en masse survey “fan zones”
Cacophony of mobile phones …

The draw is made, the teams prepare
Sharp tactics in this cool June air
An erratic, roller-coaster ride
Politics is brushed aside...

“Le Foot” as it is known out here
Overrides the normal sphere
All eyes upon that speeding ball
But I don't get it – not at all!

(c) Poet in the woods 2016

UEFA EURO 2016 June 10th - July 10th




Wednesday, 15 June 2016

On Political Correctness

We can't please people all the time;
The strain of being what we're not
Means much of life is played in mime
Drilled into us as tiny tot.

It's “Think of others!”, “Stand aside!”
The Common Good must needs come first
We're just a pawn in life's rough ride
In sublimation subtly versed.

Well, I've reached an age when this seems mad
Why should my needs not find a voice?
If you like me, then I'm glad
If not, that's fine - you've made your choice!

If we're bending backwards to “fit in”
Afraid to rock the social boat
Then crazy “PC” seeps right in
Our real thoughts, watered down, remote.

Why is “being real” so hard to do?
Why can't we say just what we mean?
Self-censure is a malaise new
Let's have a much more “lively” scene!

(c) Poet in the woods 2016