Tag: poetry

Patience…

“A mad Belgian is coming, it’s just a little late. A tiny technical issue is getting in the wayI’m on it though so don’t despair, it will appear todayCome back in three hours or so, it will be worth the wait” [Now the real question is:…

Penny Farthing bike, I’ve fallen for you

Today was a very special day: not only was it a bright hot sunny day in London (I know! disappointingly untypical…but nice all the same), but I also got to try out something rather unusual, and indeed REALLY FUN: I learned to ride a Penny Farthing…

Happy New Year poem & A mad Belgian 17

A little poem to celebrate 2018: Ah, Twenty-Eighteen You’ll be alright, I daresay Starting early on a Monday You must be pretty keen A sunny start, and already I hear of plans to party This year I’m turning thirty You better be happy and funky! You’ll…

It’s finally raining

I was always attracted to failures and cracks to the odd, to the wild, to mystery It’s your many quirks that at first seduced me And now I’ve finally surrendered to your attacks After 10 years, I’ve had enough of these games, I’m finally yours, it’s over, you got me But…

I don’t want to live this way (song to be)

  I ruminate on the meaning of life, I ruminate on the meaning of loveI ruminate on my jealousy, on my inconsistencies   I ruminate on my local pub, I ruminate on friendship I ruminate on food, I ruminate on fitness   I ruminate on censorship,…

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…

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…

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

A year ago today

A year ago today, I didn’t know it yet You walked away from us. And quietly you left There are so many things that could or should  be said But words fail me so I’ll just say I’m very glad we met I’m glad we got…

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…