Tuesday, 23 August 2016

Pillow Talk

I can't say I have lost much sleep
Considering my pillow shape
Square ones make the bed look neat
What difference does the format make?

But it seems that oblong is preferred
In England and the U.S.A.
Though Belgium finds this quite absurd;
So the perfect square is here to stay!

It's a flatter version – you need two
To give your neck that added height
And does it matter? I bet you
Will check your pillow case tonight!

(c) Poet in the woods 2016

Monday, 22 August 2016

As August wanes...

On the weekend, when we're mostly free
This lack of sunshine has to be
A trial for those with wanderlust
Umbrellas to the fore – or bust!

Surely August should be warm and dry?
But no – we have a cloud-filled sky
Granted that it's not that cold
But Autumn's wings will soon unfold...

The summer lull is all but done
“La Rentrée” looms – that will be fun
As harassed parents form long queues
For school supplies their kids will lose!

The tension mounts and traffic flow
Clogs up the roads; the going's slow
Not helped by roadworks still ongoing
Soon to finish? There's no knowing!

The diary fills - there's more to do
Appointments must be catered to...
The pressure builds up; I declare
I can see the treadmill standing there!

Then a fragile butterfly flits past
Intent upon some summer task
- By some warm current on the wing
Sad, summer is so short – poor thing!

(c) Poet in the woods 2016

Saturday, 20 August 2016

Making Sense of it All

Our lives are often hard and fraught
We languish but we don't know why
In silliness our dreams are caught
As time – inexorably – goes by ...

We all seek freedom from “ennui”
The tedium of our status quo
From routine shackles we break free
So an altered consciousness can flow.

For some - it's drugs or fags or booze
Or esoteric meditation
Or travel - say a sunny cruise -
New horizons – new temptation!

A chat with sympathetic friend
Or buoyed by music finely played;
Just somewhere for our soul to mend
And knit-up moments that have frayed...

(c) Poet in the woods 2016

Thursday, 18 August 2016

Food and Drink

Chopping vegetables, mixing dough
Fun activities when work is slow
The washing-up is quickly done
As I bite into a fresh-cooked bun …

Nothing beats good, home-cooked, food
Tempting flavours soon exude
From my kitchen with its woodland view
Where flowerpots with herbs accrue.

The Sunday market down the road
Is Aladdin's cave - in overload!
Home-made jams, organic greens,
Cepes from France for those with means!

Sliced Spanish ham and crunchy bread
Or have a glass of wine instead
There are fashion items, kitchenware
Yes! Bring your cane chairs for repair!

Food and drink are where it's at
Occasions for a good old chat
Let's share our skills, learn something new
And swap a recipe or two …

(c) Poet in the woods 2016

Wednesday, 17 August 2016

The Magic of a Hug!

When time hangs heavy on your hands
It's time to weave some friendship strands:
Which of your friends is all alone
Beside a silent telephone?

Divorced, bereaved, perhaps not well
Or at a loose end? Who can tell ...
Newly retired or on the shelf?
This could happen to your older self!

So step outside the “me first” cult
And think of others, be adult!
Share your time, make others laugh
And cut your “empty time” in half!

August, the sunshine month, is tough
With many doing “their own stuff”
Facebook and emails don't compete
With friends who turn up in your street.

The world's become a colder place;
'Skype' calls real visits now replace
Dare I at your conscience tug?
Someone “out there” needs a hug...

(c) Poet in the woods 2016

Tuesday, 16 August 2016

Kitchen Musings

The radio burbles on my bench
It's “La Première” in French
Fresh coffee burbles in the pot
The clock ticks – seven on the dot.

My daily routine, time to think
As I swill dishes in the sink
What will bring joy in my day?
I've no appointments – who can say?

But I'm retired, so that is fine
Much of my day I know is mine
So I ponder on the “younger set”
Whose business lives means that they get

More stress, less sleep, short time to eat
Always rushing in the street,
Burning the candle at both ends
Using each hour that God sends

To earn their crust, taxed to the hilt
With overtime to assuage their guilt
In quest of the great God of Greed
How much money do we need?

The paradox is we're “time poor”
And time, once lost, returns no more;
Through the kitchen window I can see
The golden sun – which shines for free!

(c) Poet in the woods 2016

Saturday, 13 August 2016

Fidel - at Ninety!

Some make it to the history books:
Warriors, Royals, Athletes, Crooks
For some specific action done;
But to mark an era there is one

Whose dramatic rise to fame
Is always linked to his first name.
Not Adolf, though the point is moot,
Or Haiti* with “Tonton Macoute”.

But a man who celebrates today
Ninety years; though frail and grey
Fidel Castro still lives on
Although his glory days are gone.

We recall his meteoritic rise
To power in Cuba – where he tries
With missiles the U.S. to thwart
Nail-biting Kennedy – distraught...

But times have changed; the way is free
From Cold War restraints, when he
With Russian backing stood alone,
And we trembled on the brink – unknown...

(c) Poet in the woods 2016

Fidel Alejandro Castro Ruz born August 13th, 1926.

*François "Papa Doc" Duvalier