Friday, 24 July 2015

For Consideration ...

Before a virgin page I sit
And wonder what to write about
The overnight rain damps my wit
The world we live in - wears me out.

Such violence, shootings and unrest
Man's love of all that's bad and wrong
All disasters catch his interest;
The lure to read such news so strong...

The gory details, luckless dead
And those with lives no more the same
Cause many websites to be read
Is horror-lust wired in our brain?

That good news never sells, we know
And yet there's much to love, admire
If we wanted, we could change the flow
As how we treat the Earth is dire...

(c) Poet in the woods 2015



Wednesday, 22 July 2015

Making Up - for What?

Women hate to tell their age
Those who know it are but few
If men guess it wrong, they rage
Lying – a safer thing to do!

To keep up the pretence, we scheme
Hairdressers always in the know
And as for all those pots of cream -
Beauty parlours overflow!

We fake it, make it, add some blush
In our mirrors, stare and cry
When we see we're past first flush
We can't stop anni domini!

Is our face our fortune still?
Let's give such artifice a rest
Our souls are never o'er the hill
Wearing a warm smile is best!

(c) Poet in the woods 2015


Tuesday, 21 July 2015

Celebrating Belgium!

Belgium: small, unknown – and yet
So many good things in its net
A chequered history – now let's see
How many countries it can be!

Leuven and Brabant Lords gave way
When the Dukes of Burgundy held sway
They too died out; we fell to Spain
Then the Austrian Hapsburgs laid a claim.

A war ensued, then years of peace
A short time under a French lease,
A Treaty then the Dutch came back;
The Belgians, tired of foreign flak,

Rose up, rebelled and fought as one
From the Opera they all run...
William's army melts away;
At last! They rule the roost their way.

A constitutional oath is sworn*
A young and brand new nation born
King Leopold ascends the throne
Belgium henceforth rules – alone!

*21st July 1831

(c) Poet in the woods 2015

Monday, 20 July 2015

A Snapshot of Boitsfort

A marbled sky of blue and white
A gentle breeze, God's touch on leaves
Above the rooftops swallows' flight
A peaceful view through beechwood trees.

Boitsfort extends to city's edge
With chain of lakes and cycle paths
The “Coin de Balai” a green wedge
Where walkers far outnumber cars.

The highest point in this commune,
A mere hundred metres, lies
Where three lofty lime trees bloom
With Watermael upon the rise.

Two villages now merged as one
With 19th century town hall
Once by horsemen overrun;
From hunting lodge to urban sprawl...

(c) Poet in the woods 2015





Friday, 17 July 2015

Amy (1983-2011)

Twenty-seven – hellish young to die
The price of fame is way too high
Young promise despite childhood torn;
Amy Winehouse was a pawn

In a crazy game played without rules
Real life recorded on tape spools
Touched by genius, sultry voice
Too much cash, too little choice.

Ensnared, and buoyed up, held aloft
Her fragile body was too soft
To resist the onslaught on her frame
She needed help – she took cocaine...

Found all alone one July day
In her London home, she'd slipped away
Alcohol failed her at the last
Her bright star rose and fell – too fast...

(c) Poet in the woods 2015


Thursday, 16 July 2015

Golden Days

The heat continues – burning rays
Brighten Belgium's July days
Though hordes of people are away
The traffic jams are here to stay.

Time to switch off, take things slow
Catch up with favourite friends we know
Chew the fat, exchange frank views;
Still Greece's bail-out makes the news.

We've got it made, we're not at war
Who says Brussels is a bore?
Free concerts, outdoor films and beer
Why not have holidays right here?

Down town go walkabout and see
How pleasant car-less roads can be!
Long evenings under star-filled skies
Brussels is golden, when it tries!

(c) Poet in the woods 2015





Tuesday, 14 July 2015

Put the Brakes on!

July in Belgium brings a lull
A dip or slump or mid-year pause
We take a breather, old thoughts cull
And spread our dusty wings outdoors.

The world is silent for a while
We take a step back, look around
Our hectic lives are such a trial
We live full speed and “in the round”.

But who can switch off mobile phone
And leave the TV screen a blank?
On-line even when at home
For films and shopping and Home Bank...

This constant pressure, all man-made
Goal-oriented, drives us mad
We've lost our way; I feel afraid
Where's the peace we all once had?

(c) Poet in the woods 2015