Sunday, 28 May 2017

Grounded!

In airport terminal – a crowd
The tannoy blares its message loud
All flights are grounded on B.A.
Ruined – another holiday!

Confusion reigns and nerves are frayed
«Flights cancelled» on sign boards displayed
A devious gremlin gloats unseen
What's happened to computer screen?

The mystery remains unsolved ...
Fun travel plans are now dissolved
All those who saved to take a break
In sunny climes, must stand and wait.

On-line ticketing is fine
In theory it should save us time
High tech is great, yet fraught with flaws
When there's a glitch, blood pressure soars!

Refunds are promised – that seems fair;
Damn - piles of luggage packed with care
All dressed up – nowhere to go ...
And who's to blame, I'd like to know!

(c) Poet in the woods 2017


Friday, 26 May 2017

Press the Pause Button

A blue sky, hardly any cloud
It's Brussels – can this be allowed?
In a breath of air, rose petals fall
No Air Force One – no siren call.

A time of peace while the sun shines
A long weekend – a church bell chimes...
Big shops and banks stay firmly closed
Gardens put on princely shows...

What's with this life - we can't stay still?
Admiring Nature is a thrill
Each day small seedlings stretch their roots
And bring us joy with verdant shoots.

Though the living world works round the clock
Humans need to pause, take stock;
«Consider the lilies, how they grow»
Forget the fast lane – take it slow.

(c) Poet in the woods 2017


Thursday, 25 May 2017

The Circus hits Town!

Hey Folks, the Circus comes to town
400 now are Brussels-bound
Vast local crowds clog sun-filled streets
Their banner headlines – doubtful treats!

Security - a prime concern
That's how they spend the cash we earn
Brussels and Evere await
The role of NATO to debate...

Fine tuning – whistle-stop event
This first foreign tour is meant
To put the U.S. in new light;
We brace ourselves – and hold on tight!

(c) Poet in the woods 2017




Wednesday, 24 May 2017

Data Martyrdom

Being «on line» is such fun
In terms of «breaking news», we run
To CNN or BBC
To get updated – and it's free!

Research from books is so passé
The printed word has had its day
Rumours flourish, causing doubt
Journalists have their work cut out!

Each one has a different view
What is lies and what is true?
Impressions flood in – we protest
Our shell-shocked brain cells need a rest...

But the 'need to know' does not abate;
We scroll down screens till very late
Losing sleep, we rub our eyes
It's progress, yes – but is it wise?

(c) Poet in the woods 2017



Tuesday, 23 May 2017

R.I.P. Sir Roger Moore (1927-2017)

This has not been the world's best day;
Suave Roger Moore has passed away
Once Ivanhoe, that gallant knight
Then Simon Templar – halo bright.

With panache, Fleming's third James Bond
Who beat the Baddies, got the blonde!
Immaculate on stage and screen
In The Persuaders – a dream team!

Smooth-talker with that twinkly smile
Seduction - guaranteed with style;
Heart-throb of a generation
Icon of the British Nation -

Who won all battles save the last;
At 89 his die was cast
The Big C caught him on the hop
How sad we can't wind back the clock...

True Gent with built-in flair and charm
We dreamed of being on his arm
News of his demise is hard
And devastates this grieving Bard ...

(c) Poet in the woods 2017




Manchester - in Mourning

Another bomb blast – children killed
Manchester with blood is spilled
Ariana's concert – foyer shock;
Will this carnage never stop?

Thousands gathered for a show
Little ones with parents go
A night out on a long May eve
Yet Fate had horror up its sleeve ...

Headline news flashed on our screens
Innocence in smithereens
Did the bomber act alone?
Who, we wonder, will atone

For this, an unprovoked attack?
The mirror in our lives is cracked
Society looks on, aghast;
I fear this will not be the last...

(c) Poet in the woods 2017

At the Ariana Grande Concert - Manchester Arena - 22 confirmed dead ...



Sunday, 21 May 2017

At Boitsfort Sunday Market

Velvet roses block our way
Their petals form a rich display
Wisteria decks the brick facades
Weeds of all kinds fill back yards.

Nature, on the move, at last
Gives of her best – bright flowers cast
Amazing shadows on the walls
Bouquets on sale at market stalls!

Boitsfort on Sunday comes alive
Some old traditions still survive
Glossy vegetables entice
Crunchy, fresh-baked bread, looks nice

Fish, meat or cheese in rich profusion
Could this be Provence? An illusion!
Why not a summer skirt or hat?
A pervading smell of chicken fat!

A lazy Sunday in the sun:
Long queues and idle chat – it's fun
With goat's cheese, salmon, apple tart
And assorted olives – we depart!


(c) Poet in the woods 2017