Wednesday, 26 October 2016

Is This an Age Thing?

When we grow old, we lose our spring
With aches and pains much more the thing
Odd twinges halt us in our tracks
Our vision loses sharpness – facts!

But the human body's a machine
Wise use will keep it lean and mean
While the mind which tends to rule the roost
Can recall fond memories – like Proust!

Well oiled and cared for, we survive
With all our faculties alive
If we indulge a little less
And meditate to calm our stress.

But in the news I read each day
Many young and famous pass away
In drug-fuelled overdose or worse
Fame and its lifestyle are a curse!

I hope Age brings us wisdom too
A daily aim: learn something new
And take this mad world in your stride;
I wish you all a long, safe ride!

(c) Poet in the woods 2016

Monday, 24 October 2016

Armageddon at Calais!

Six-thirty and the clean-ups start
Police and bulldozers move in
French Calais now has lost its heart
Demolition can begin!

Migrants in this bidonville
Must be rehoused so buses wait
Disrupted lives with anguish fill
Uncertainty their only fate.

News spotlight on the plight of those
Compelled by constant war to flee
Who find themselves caught in the throes
Of this evacuation “spree”.

Displaced split families, single men
Children left to fend alone
All seek a better world – but when
Will they find a kinder home?

The Calais jungle will be razed
But many still seek England's shore
Is the Belgian border the next phase?
La Panne quakes; armed guards to the fore!

(c) Poet in the woods 2016

Friday, 21 October 2016

The Consecration of Bob Dylan

A word on those who feel, like me,
That words life's key meaning free
Songwriters who encapsulate
In succinct terms our mental state.

Who capture images in sound
With rhythms often Heaven-bound
They lift our souls and warm our heart
And kindle once again our spark.

Belgium's Jacques Brel haunts us still
And Leonard Cohen always will
Troubadours of the modern age
Their lyrics burn holes in the page!

Yet Bob Dylan's voice speaks to us all;
Holding America in thrall
Guitarist, shock-haired, piercing eyes
Sought now for the Nobel prize!

(c) Poet in the woods 2016

Awarded on 13th October, 2016 - no reaction for 5 days from Dylan ...

Thursday, 20 October 2016

Open Secrets!

Eavesdropping is a practised art
Casual comments can impart
Surprising knowledge and advice
And add to our dull journeys – spice!

When Smart phones trill in bus or tram
We're curious, aren't we – to a Man!
Confidential chatting soon ensues
And we “log in” to our neighbour's views ...

On politics or shopping list,
Marital row or secret tryst
Depending whom you're standing near
It's fascinating what you hear!

With earphones, answers can't be heard
But with practice – much can be inferred!
With Facebook, Face-time, Instagram
News effervesces like Tam-Tam!

We throw discretion to the winds
And unbeknownst, broadcast our sins
So it's hard to keep facts under wraps:
Take Trump and Hillary and tax!

(c) Poet in the woods 2016

Wednesday, 19 October 2016

Rain stops Play!

My terrace floods, deep pools reflect
Dark grey skies – it's pouring wet
So my straggly plants droop in despair
As they cower in the Autumn air.

Have you noticed how the rain is loud?
Pearl-like droplets form a crowd
Of crystals streaming down the wall;
One happy thought – dust is no more!

The floor tiles, once bright red, are dull,
Wind-blown-in leaves sure need a cull
Should I sweep? No, let it ride
My trusty broom stays dry inside.

Whoopee! Here comes more pelting rain
So it's slippery underfoot – again!
Brolly aloft, I'm on my way
The clean-up's for another day …

(c) Poet in the woods 2016

Tuesday, 18 October 2016

Homeless in Brussels

It's Poverty Day* but did you know?
Many lonely souls with dogs in tow
Are homeless on our rain-splashed streets
With cardboard boxes their retreats...

Or in Metro gangways lie
Ignored by rush-hour passers-by
What has brought them down so low?
It's clear they have nowhere to go...

Many appropriate their spot
Each paper cup hopes coins will drop
When they catch a sympathetic eye
At least inside they're in the dry!

With unemployment on the rise
And higher rents, it's no surprise
That many slip through safety net
As normal needs cannot be met.

The phenomenon seems set to stay;
The digital world makes life today
Faster but impersonal too;
There but for fortune – me or you …

(c) Poet in the woods 2016

*International Day for the Eradication of Poverty - 17th October

Monday, 17 October 2016

The Greening of Thomas

Each batch of photos that I see
Depicts a Thomas new to me
The chubbiness and wistful phase
Has given way to thoughtful gaze.

Blonde-haired cherub? Not so sure
He's learning to lay down the law
Granny has to tow the line
What Thomas says, now goes - this time!

Sure-footed now - strong powers of speech
Many options lie within his reach
Food likes and dislikes he can voice
Exhilarating to have choice!

His wardrobe changes as he grows
A constant stream of trendy clothes;
Take the green jacket that he wears -
A guarantee of fan-club stares!

Tough and determined, active mind
Thomas his own path will find
Meanwhile, what joy to watch him grow
He gives his Auntie a warm glow!

(c) Poet in the woods 2016