Tuesday, 24 May 2016

A Talent to Amuse?

In French they say they “throw you flowers”
Of compliments one never tires!
So may I share a bloom or two?
My blog has found admirers new!

Thanks to search engines on the Net
Surprising “hits” worldwide I get
Countries far across the seas
Where I know no one, hit the keys

And find this ”Poet in the Woods”
I'd like to thank them – they're the goods!
My inspirations come and go
To places I shall never know!

I'm called the Brussels Laureate;
An exaggerated epithet
Yet many poems that I write
Put Brussels in a glowing light!

It's quirky, crazy, weird, surreal
With human touches that appeal
Carnivals one day, strikes the next
Its variety is what connects.

Bistros, bars and street cafés
Where conversations so amaze
Here poignant, beer-fuelled views are aired
And robust anecdotes are shared.

The whole world comes and speaks its mind;
I saunter past and often find
A chance remark ignites my Muse
How can I therefore not enthuse?

(c) Poet in the woods


Sunday, 22 May 2016

Zinneke - Explained!

This word owes its existence to
A shallow river which flowed through
A hamlet in the Brabant plain
Just scattered farms and lots of rain...

Through a deep valley northward bound
It formed small islands in the town
Which on a language barrier lay
It had two names – both used today:

Dutch says de Zenne and French la Senne;
So with affection way back then
Those born along the waterway
Acquired this nickname; still today

A 'Zinneke' is widely known
Speaking two languages at home
French-speaking Mother, father Dutch
Or switched roles (doesn't matter much)!

Dogs used to toil in the old port
Often mongrels of the poorer sort
They too as 'Zinneke' would roam
Their true parentage unknown.

Tom Frantzen's dog in Rue Chartreux
Reminds us of this dockside cur;
Now a broader canvas is displayed:
May means: the Zinneke Parade!

All colours, cultures and persuasions
Microcosm of all nations
Surreal Brussels is so proud
To strut its stuff to down town crowd!

(c) Poet in the woods 2016


Friday, 20 May 2016

Canine Theatre Buffs?

A distinguished man*, white beard, black hat
Entered the room; we all stood back
Apparently he's widely known
The SABAM world must be his home.

Many turned their heads his way
He smiled at them as if to say
“I have arrived – we can begin”
Was I alone to not know him?

An eccentric - mini dogs in tow
Who romped around and stole the show
His “Yorkshire” trademark, that was clear;
Man's best friend is welcome here...

A buzz of conversation flowed
Soon ears and eyes in overload
Fast-spoken French, smart repartee
Hand-picked guests – such fun for me!

His voice rose and I heard him speak:
“My dogs so love a theatre treat”...
I pondered this surreal touch
How could they, without French or Dutch?

(C) Poet in the woods 2016

SABAM: Belgian Authors and Composers Association

* A certain Michel C.






Voyage en Tram

Le bruit du tram qui passe
Agace, et moi, fort lasse
Observe en surface
Le manque d’espace
Quoi qu’on fasse.

La masse qui court
Quel monde autour
Et ces files qui s’entassent

Mais celui qui a l’audace
De passer outre
Se trouve une place.

(c) Poet in the woods 2016


Thursday, 19 May 2016

Soirée at the SABAM

Home of artists, the SABAM invites
Its members to new authors' nights
Interviews upon the stage
A chance with writers to engage.

Questions posed, fine points debated
Literary bonds created
A well-stocked bar, time to discuss
The artistic streak that lies in us.

What motivation drives our muse
Cartoonists, songsters, camera crews
Graphic artists, illustrators
Art photographers and painters?

This modest poet feels her way
With whom will she chat today?
Though everyone has different goals
It's great to meet like-minded souls!

With email, links can soon be made
Serendipity on parade
A business card – shot in the dark
Perhaps one day will light a spark...

(c) Poet in the woods 2016

SABAM: Belgian Authors and Composers Association



Monday, 16 May 2016

A World Poet?

The Internet keeps a full log
So every time I'm on my blog
I see people are on line;
This is happiness – big time!

Who's looking at my blog right now?
I've had Mozambique and Curaçao
Ghana, Germany, Japan,
China, Russia, Kazakhstan

Hong Kong, Jamaica, Singapore,
Denmark, Chile, Ecuador
Nepal, New Zealand, Pakistan
Israel, Egypt, Switzerland

Morocco, Ukraine and Slovenia,
Latvia, Laos, Greece and Kenya
Barbados, Belgium, Venezuela,
El Salvador, Brazil, Australia

Jordan, Iraq and Kuwait
United Arab Emirates
Belize, Spain, Sweden, Myanmar
Finland, Fiji, Panama

Malta, Norway, Argentina
Paraguay and Costa Rica
Zimbabwe, Zambia, USA
Peru, Tunisia, the UK

Malawi, Ireland, Macedonia
Turkey, France, Macao, Mongolia,
S.A., Sri Lanka, Netherlands
India, Seychelles and Thailand

Mexico, Philippines, Albania
India, Italy, Romania
Canada, Jersey, Hungary,
Bangladesh and Burundi

Vietnam, Palestine, Hong Kong
Saudi Arabia, Lebanon
And many others I've left out
Bad rhyming patterns, I've no doubt...

(c) Poet in the woods 2016

Note: nearly 120 countries to date!




Sunday, 15 May 2016

The Public Holiday

Today's a public holiday!
Belgium gives us some in May
A general exodus occurs
At last time off! The thought soon spurs

The 9-to-5ers to down tools
And make a quick escape – no rules!
A romantic get-away for two?
Visit to family overdue?

Last minute booking to the sun?
Let's take the car out for a run
Or stay at home and do the chores:
Goodbye to dust on several floors!

Why not catch up on some reading?
Oh drat! What about the weeding?
Blitz your desk, put files away
Or invite a friend for lunch today?

We've 24 hours to call our own
With friends, with family or alone
The trick with having all this leisure
Is to spend it on what gives us pleasure!

(c) Poet in the woods 2016

16th May, 2016: Whit Monday (Pentecost)