On Networking

Where entrepreneurs in Brussels meet

On Thursdays in impressive street*;

Behold a maelstrom of mixed souls

Each eager to present their goals!

 

Are chats at coffee time so hard?

Q-code exchange or business card …

Will these bright sparks keep in touch?

Who knows? Don’t expect too much!

 

How many keen types follow through?

Experience tells me – very few

Though opportunities to shine

Mean sharing expertise big time!

 

But those who do (and they are rare)

Indulge us: they admire our flair!

Networking is the buzzword new

Where Face-to-Face links me with YOU!

(c) Poet in the woods 2025

BECI (Brussels Enterprises Commerce & Industry) 

* 500 Avenue Louise Brussels

Rainbow Reverie

On my walk down rain-washed street

Where piles of leaves whirl round my feet

And clogged drains cause small lakes to form

I am glad I wrapped up warm.

 

I’d nearly reached my rendezvous

I turned up early, as you do

When, just before I went inside

A stunning rainbow, my eyes spied!

 

Stopped in my tracks, ‘cos it was cold

I searched in vain for crock of gold;

No matter – on my mobile phone

I’ll take a pic and bring it home.

 

Alas, the phone rang sharp and shrill

At the wrong moment, as it will;

While answering its summons sharp

The rainbow made haste to depart!

Ephemeral beauty left behind 

Its presence lingers in my mind ...

As yet more rain begins to flow

Nature’s joys are often so…

(c) Poet in the woods 2025

On Kings, Princes and Popes

Thoughts filter through my daydream mind;

How royalty is undermined

Kings rise and fall, and Princes too;

From Lodge to Tower would be new.

 

King Charles the Third is now in Rome

A rare desertion from the throne

In the Sistine Chapel he will pray

Beside Pope Leo* on this day.

 

Since King Henry’s “matter great”

Religion has caused much debate;

Wolsey was the last to go

With Catholic dogma overthrow.

 

Way back in 1534

We paid the Vatican no more;

Queen Katherine was put aside

Replaced by Anne as Henry’s bride.

 

The Church of England has stood firm

Though “Bloody Mary” souls would burn ...

Now a new entente is sought

Let’s hope the future is less fraught! 

(c) Poet in the woods 2025

Pope Leo XIV = Robert Francis Prevost

View of St. Peters' Rome

Heist at the Louvre!

 Eight pieces - or pieces-of-eight*?

Jewellery heist starts fierce debate

Priceless oeuvres again are stolen

Created for who else? Napoleon!

 

Erstwhile fortress of King’s realm,

The Louvre has French State at the helm;

With its proud heritage on show

No wonder hordes of people go!

 

But safety measures were not tight

Thieves break glass in broad daylight

Apollon gallery – despoiled!

Macron, once again is roiled!

 

L’Elysée, shocked, has a red face

Swift hue and cry is put in place;

The perpetrators still unknown …

Shades of Arsène Lupin** roam!

 

It’s not the first time or the last

That burglars greedy eyes have cast

On treasures which they deftly steal;

Their capture will make top newsreel!

(c) Poet in the woods 2025

* The "piece of eight" originated from the Spanish silver dollar, a coin worth eight reales, minted from the late 15th century. It was cut into eight smaller pieces to make change for smaller transactions, giving it the name "piece of eight". 

 ** Note for the curious: Maurice Marie Émile Leblanc was a French novelist and writer of short stories, known primarily as the creator of the fictional gentleman thief and detective Arsène Lupin, often described as a French counterpart to Arthur Conan Doyle's creation Sherlock Holmes.

Slipping into October

October glows but leaves cascade

A golden, petal-like brocade

The scene is pure Baroque in rain;

Slip-sliding moments here again.

 

Swathes of leaves blown from tram track

City sweepers suck them back

Inside each fast cremation van:

 Slow process causing traffic jam!

 

Travellers warned to take good care

When strolling in the autumn air

The haunting beauty of tree hues

Distracts – hence need for sturdy shoes!

 

Dark evenings now, devoid of stars

E-scooters weave between wet cars;

But under magic autumn skies

In leaf-strewn streets - great danger lies …

(c) Poet in the woods 2025

 

Hostage Aftermath

 With the hostages released

More food trucks now come through:

Fragile overtones of peace!

Will hope be born anew?

 

But we must still be wary;

With debris swept aside

Rebuilding will be scary;

Ahead - a rough, rough ride…

 

I’m not one for predictions

 But let’s keep fingers crossed

A warmer glow seeps through the smoke,

Perhaps not all is lost.

 

Ways and means and compromise

Will weave a lifestyle new

Though goalposts in this crucial game

 Risk being altered too…

(c) Poet in the woods 2025

Passing the Cultural Baton!

More Tweety Birds fall off their perch

Leaving culture in the lurch

Famed Sixties’ pop groups all lose members -

Glowing memories and embers…

 

Mick* and Keith Richards – rock and jive!

Cliff * and Tommy Steele – survive!

Yet Diane Keaton, Woody’s muse,

Has hit the headlines; such sad news …

 

It’s all too much; I feel bereft

How many idols are still left?

Some linger, but have lost the plot;

We wonder – how long have they got?

 

Each generation fresh blood brings;

Brand-new stars wait in the wings

En masse, the Baby-Boomers** quit;

This world by others will be lit!

(c) Poet in the woods 2025

* Mick Jagger and Cliff Richard

** The 1946-1964 generation

Diane Keaton (1946-2025) and Woody Allen