Tag: poetry

The Independent Bee & other tales

Dear reader, Let me start this piece of writing with an apology Indeed, I must confess its title is faulty Inasmuch as the other tales of this brilliant collection Are at present still locked inside my imagination Don’t worry though, I didn’t lie, I’m sure the future will Bring more…

35 souls max

A tiny tiny gem in Central Brussels 35 seats max You’ll need patience and luck to discover the place But you will go back Arthème welcomes you to his living room cafe He shows you around the little cabaret Take a seat, make yourself at home Have…

Quadruple Haiku

Doubt is here to stay
I feel it very strongly
Don’t know what to do

First ever episode of “A mad Belgian”

In this increasingly mad world, I find that we need, more than ever, to share ideas, opinions & stories, to discuss, and to tell the stories of these “little nothings” that make life worth living. Which is why I’ve recently taken up to publishing episodes of…

Amour Rouge: Tomate à la mode Alexandrine

Votre beauté m’enivre et j’en perds la raison De la cerise vous avez la petitesse La couleur et la forme, puis la délicatesse Madame je vous admire, c’est une déclaration Ce qui m’a vraiment plu, C’est votre discrétion Vous n’êtes pas comme les autres, vous avez…

The Greatest Tomato in the World

Gardening work is quite often portrayed As a doing that brings serenity But it has never been the case for me Unless my crop can be proudly displayed This time I slaved, I cried, suffered and prayed I wanted to impress with a veggie Produced right…

A tacky take on tasty tomatoes

A little while ago a friend challenged me to write a Petrarchan sonnet dedicated to a tomato…with no adjectives. I didn’t know what a Petrarchan sonnet was. But thanks to google, I soon learned it is “a sonnet form popularized by Petrarch, consisting of an octave…

Overworked Haiku

Woke up at 5ish Played two shows and a concert Must now go to bed Overworked | The Daily Post This Haiku was written in response to a Daily Prompt

The greatest “local” in the world

The scene is set in a tiny tiny bar As soon as I walk in, I know with certainty That this visit is but the first one of many I found my new “Local”, even if it’s quite far At first it seems normal, or even…

Everything has an end

Everything has an end. Only sausages have two. On this ancient German saying I built my own wisdom The problem however, is I don’t have a clue I have means but as for the end I confess I have none

Ode to a Gourde

My dearest companion, I didn’t realise When I decided to bring you to that cursed Wednesday run that it would be the last time that I set my eyes on You, darling travel partner in old cloudy Britain Oh the glorious trips, the thrilling lows and heights The wonder…