Wednesday, 30 July 2014

A Rising Flood - of Protest!

July was really weird this year
Sultry days made it quite clear
That thunder was not far away
And dramatic storms soon came our way.

For a country «blessed» with so much rain
The drainage systems take the strain
Storm basins built at great expense
Should absorb these sudden flows intense.

Sometimes we get predictions wrong
And a whopper cloudburst comes along
The boggy ground just cannot cope
And water hurtles down the slope.

Debris-ridden, muddy loads
Sweep parked cars right off the roads
Ground floor shops lose all their stock
And clean-ups take place round the clock.

Frustration - anger – mental strain
We put in an insurance claim
Only to be told point blank
There'll be no money in our bank!

What purpose do these premiums serve?
I wonder how they have the nerve
To charge when they will not pay out?
That «act of God» clause lets them out!

(c) Poet in the woods 2014

Tuesday, 29 July 2014

Feeling Oppressed ...

St. Swithin's Day is now long gone
There are crickets dancing on the lawn
The weeds, all scorched in recent heat,
Now sprout anew round park bench seat.

The thunderstorms should clear the air
But this oppressive atmosphere
Remains; we all feel quite washed out
It's an effort just to walk about.

Dry heat is fine but here it seems
We're in for outdoor sauna scenes.
The dampness saps our energy
Lead me to a shady tree!

The Brussels trams all stink of sweat
In no time we are wringing wet
This kind of summer is absurd
To define it, lethargy's the word!

(c) Poet in the woods 2014

Monday, 28 July 2014


It was the biggest liner ever seen
Harland & Wolff and Ismay's dream
Four funnelled, opulent and broad;
Two thousand passengers came aboard.

Millionnaires and rank and file
Could dine each day in White Star style.
Its launch upon that April day
Under cool skies of iron grey

Presaged an experience new;
On this floating palace, a large crew,
Worked diligently around the clock
Responding to the rich man's knock.

This 5-day voyage to New York
People's imagination caught
Crowds flocked but not all made the grade
Though later they were glad they'd stayed!

On the 12th the starry sky was calm;
When the look-out cried out in alarm
«Iceberg ahead!» - it was too late
The Unsinkable had met its Fate!

Picture if you can the scene
As the bow begins to lean
Too few lifeboats on the waves;
Over a thousand ocean graves.

Titanic Edwardian splendour dies
This disaster opens people's eyes
The flower of hubris had to burst
From now on safety will come first.

(c) Poet in the woods 2014

Sunday, 27 July 2014

A Defining Moment

There are those who feel they must define
All friends as yours, ours or mine
A sort of verbal post-it note
Tied like a ribbon round your throat.

«Librarians» index motivations
Classifying their relations
As «one-off», «casual», «intimate»
«Business colleague», «brand new date».

All situations must be clear
So «hanging out» does not appear
The term is grey-edged, rather vague
And makes such people quite afraid.

For others «labels» are taboo
As each day life begins anew
They drift like bees from flower to flower
Defining nothing; that is power!

(c) Poet in the woods 2014

Saturday, 26 July 2014

Stress - Less

Late July – dog days of summer
Friends are all away – a bummer!
My tomatoes ripen on the vine
Needing water all the time!

The dust piles up, small flies buzz round
Their carcasses crash to the ground
Like many, housework's not my thing
An hour of cleaning does me in!

Emails are few and far between
My fixed line never flashes green
Am I the one the world forgot?
In sultry heat I lose the plot!

The masses go in search of sun
The traffic cones make travelling fun
Frantic, nervous preparations
Excited children – action stations!

I ponder on our modern lives
Observing how our race survives
Fired up by stress at work and play;
Is the poet's life a better way?

(c) Poet in the woods 2014

Thursday, 24 July 2014

The Old Millpond

The quiet buzz of drowsy bees
Blue shimmering amid the trees
Bold kingfisher awaits his time
While insects amble in the slime.

The pond, a stone's throw from my home
Murmurs – it is not alone
Bullrushes curtsey, hogweed bows
To crested grebes, proud necks like prows.

Waterboatmen idle by
A tasty morsel on the fly
In this ancient millpond deep
Whose aquatic city does not sleep.

A passer-by, lost deep in thought
Might find his gaze a moment caught
like mine - by ripples or swooping bird
His primeval love of nature stirred.

(c) Poet in the woods 2014

Belgian Heatwave

Scenes of the tropics flood my mind
How to cope in heat unkind?
Why - everybody needs a fan
Or airconditioning if they can.

Men drip with sweat, we ladies glow
Damp patches soon begin to show
The thought of tights or socks and shoes
Makes it worse - for we refuse

To don a raincoat - is that wise?
Despite the heat we have grey skies
The Nation's toes are on parade
People slope off - seeking shade.

Windows open late at night
Are a burglar's chief delight!
We swelter - inland there's no breeze
Daydreams visualise palm trees

With waving fronds to keep us cool
Along a bay - by swimming pool
This heat for many is a pain
Did I hear someone pray for rain?

(c) Poet in the woods 2014