Friday, 29 August 2014

Becoming Remote

Life's a struggle; each day's new
Challenges crop up – what's to do?
Odd things happen – unexpected
Plans that seemed fine – are rejected.

There's always something one forgets
Like a corner where the dust collects
You leave without your purse or keys
Or forget a date – or all of these!

Life isn't simple – it's complex
Computers suffer virus threats
Are sales on eBay to be trusted?
On-line banking – often busted!

Postcards don't sell - we use email
Creating an electronic trail;
I've had no letters for a while
How I miss the postman's cheery smile.

Human values count for such a lot
But our sad world has lost the plot
Technology sweeps much away
Life's faster, yes - but tinged with grey...

(c) Poet in the woods 2014

Thursday, 28 August 2014

Vision against Damask Blue

The egg is not yet hatched, the bird stands guard,
Proud sentinels each side their leaves unfold
And admire the dragonflies whose wings are starred
As they touch the window frame of burnished gold.

In centre stage a branch with four dark leaves,
From which a purple flower burgeons forth
Yet should the bird who shelters under these
Fear the cage in wondrous silver wrought?

(c) Poet in the woods 2014

Tuesday, 26 August 2014

Reigning Supreme

Consider if you will this theme
One reason why Belgium is green
Why rivers burble in full spate
Why unmade roads good puddles make.

I doubt you find this riddle hard
In this one realm Belgium has starred!
Many road drains cannot cope
With gushing water down the slope.

Those who live here know the score
Always a brolly near the door
A raincoat handy – maybe two
If the first one's got soaked through.

Granted - Wellingtons are not smart
But they're great for dog walks in the dark
You can have your car rain-splashed for free
Plant watering's rarely done by me!

Those cloudbursts, storms and walls of rain
Are - let's admit it – a real pain
But Belgium can't help where it lies
On a weather front of stormy skies.

(c) Poet in the woods 2014

No End in Sight!

The pressure mounts as August dies
Streets clog with traffic – no surprise
Not all roadworks are completed
Delays, sadly the norm, deep-seated.

More chaos looms, as I've heard said
A viaduct crumbles overhead
No budget for repairs in sight
Perhaps remove it overnight?

Imagine girders on the ground
The dirt and dust, the crashing sound
As demolition teams move in
And rumbling lorries make more din.

New road signs make their presence felt
To keep cars on the moving belt
But nearby streets reach saturation
Causing road rage and frustration.

Too often pipes must be relaid;
Too many cables have decayed
Blocked drains cause floods; our way's impeded
How long will barriers be needed?

We've the joy of autumn leaves to come
Dark evenings when work can't be done
Frost will also cause delays
In Brussels traffic chaos stays!

(c) Poet in the woods 2014

Monday, 25 August 2014

To a Scottish friend - on Retirement

Fair maiden of the Scottish Isles
With gentle voice and winning smiles
You’ve reached a watershed today
The grapevine says you’re on your way

To another life without routine
You can switch off your computer screen!
Forget the rush hour, rat race hell
Spend time with family – friends as well.

Take mini-trips at off-peak rate
Dawdle over breakfast plate
Enjoy your garden, watch it grow
In other words just take life slow.

They say the best in life is free;
And it won’t take long before you’ll be
Taking retirement in your stride
The world’s a big place – step outside!

(c) Poet in the woods 2014

Thursday, 21 August 2014

If Only

It's far too soon to say goodbye
There is so much more we could try
If only we had time «put by»
To draw upon
But life is finite, sands run out
Before we know what we're about
We grasp in vain – are left with nowt
Our friend's moved on.

Regrets - Sinatra had a few
We look back sadly, what's to do
The life-thread of our friend's cut through
We feel bereft
If only we had spent more time
And shared life with our friend sublime
Instead of drinking this last wine
At her sad death.

(c) Poet in the woods 2014

Wednesday, 20 August 2014

A New Vision

We think we know the world around us
But inventions in High Tech astound us
This amazing planet where we live
Indeed has so much more to give.

The human eye, in all its glory
Only observes a partial story;
What lies within a drop of blood
A raindrop or a speck of mud?

Think spider's thread with gossamer feel
Minutely woven, tough as steel!
The nano technology microscope
Delves further than we dared to hope.

There's so much more than meets the eye
Keen scientists today can try
To make the invisible appear
So we can understand our Sphere.

A world unimagined - it's so small
Lies hidden, unbeknown to all
There's a logic in Earth's DNA;
Such precision takes Man's breath away.

(c) Poet in the woods 2014