Saturday, 6 December 2025

My Net spreads Wider!

Great news!  I am a lucky bee:

Two Brussels libraries* have bought me!

“A Muse in Brussels” finds new fans:

Readers born in foreign lands?

 

This guide recounts with anecdote

Brussels quirks and sights of note

In an easy-flowing rhyme

Modest insights – but all mine!

 

Folklore and history pique my muse;

As do chats and trenchant views

Providing fun grist to my mill

Rich harvest which I love to till!

 

Intrigued perhaps, you come my way,

My blog records each fleeting stay;

Though I shall never know your name

I am so grateful that you came!


(c) Poet in the woods 2025


* Munt Point and Etterbeek





Thursday, 4 December 2025

A Chapter of Woes

Think positive – is well and good

When matters turn out as they should

But many feel a pall of grey

Overshadows every day.

 

Bad news sells; the world’s a mess

Parleys for peace cause distress

Budgets threaten tax hikes soon

For the less-well-off – deep gloom!

 

As we approach this end of year

What words can I use to cheer?

More famous faces fade from view

Will generation Z come through?

 

Our planet suffers at our hands

Although legislation bans

Fly-tipping, bins still overflow

As public sector workers know.

 

Hence strikes disturb city routines

Depriving us of transport means

But will the Government take note

When it exists*? This seems remote!


(c) Poet in the woods 2025


* No Brussels government for over 541 days:





 

Monday, 1 December 2025

While Sipping Tea

The cuckoo clock chimes in the hall

Dark shadows play on kitchen wall

Children’s voices heard in street

Echoes of excited feet…

 

Inside, I sip my cup of tea

The radio burbles near to me

My calendar says it’s December

A clean slate – bye, bye, November!

  

The twelfth month dawns in silver sky

Timidly, the time goes by

While lives burst at the seams with stress;

Many want more, but need less.


In winter darkness, I take stock;

 As peace, desired by all, is not …

Talks drag on, strong hopes expressed

But none with foresight has been blessed …

 

We’re in the dark, in every sense

France wants to bolster its defence

Some Belgian nuclear plants* will close

How will it all end? Who knows?


(c) Poet in the woods 2025


* Doel-1 and Tihange-1






Sunday, 30 November 2025

As November wanes ...

November dies in wind and mist

Though sometimes falling leaves are kissed

By ragged rays of autumn shine

Pre-Christmas shoppers out – big time!

 

The wars continue – peace talks stale

Hong Kong fireball* leaves black trail

Floods* in Thailand’s south claim lives …

But Hope, amazingly, survives…

 

Mismanagement, neglect, or Fate?

Disasters still accumulate

On-line news beeps in our phones

No privacy – just think of drones…

 

Conspicuous consumption peak

As Black Friday lasts all week!

I opt out – I forego mainstream

I watch the leaves fall and I dream …


(c) Poet in the woods 2025


* Both events happened on 26th November, 2025 with extensive loss of life ... 150 people died in Hong Kong.




Thursday, 27 November 2025

An Ode to Postcards

On-line links may cause debate

They steal our time, our lives dictate;

On scary Dark Web deals are done

As for clickbait - we succumb …

 

This virtual world now rules our lives;

For banking this may well be wise

But nothing beats the personal touch;

I love this way to keep in touch!

 

These unexpected pleasures real

Influence the way I feel;

Shucks! Someone ‘out there’ took the time

To personalise kind thoughts and sign!

 

Handwritten notes are fun to see;

A postcard, although rare, can be

Harbinger of a dear friend’s news …

Old ways are best, so I enthuse!


(c) Poet in the woods 2025



Monday, 24 November 2025

72 Hours of Strikes?

Is Brussels still “The-Place-to-Be”

Where individuality is key?

Each soul strives in his own way

Life’s tricky game of chess to play!

 

Three days of strikes in bitter cold;

So, Christmas gifts remain unsold

As shopping trips are now curtailed;

Our normal life has been “derailed”.

 

Some metro, bus and trams still run

Check STIB’s website for each one …

But pickets may disturb our day:

Familiar moan about poor pay …

 

Meanwhile, cold rain means soggy views

Adding to today’s sad news…

As drawn-out, forthright talks persist

With peace encumbered by high risk… 


(c) Poet in the woods 2025




Sunday, 23 November 2025

In a Word - Brrrr!

My terrace, now clothed in pure white,

Presents a truly awesome sight!

Trapped leaves cut through this fragile veil

Bird footprints pattern tiny trail…

 

All looks so pristine - but beware

Ice can get trapped under there.

So, should I step out when it’s cold?

Crisp, snowy walks are oversold!

 

My car's passed on; it’s had its day;

So, Shanks’s Pony is the way

That I get from here to there

Ergo, time to tread with care …

 

I think of those with dogs to walk;

Such daily forays can be fraught

As puddles can convert to ice

And on dark days this isn’t nice!

 

The sun fights hard to show its face;

But I have checked – there is no trace

Of warmth; just wind that bites and burns:

Proof that winter now returns …


(c) Poet in the woods 2025




Friday, 21 November 2025

Advent of the Christmas Tree

Sans government - yet Christmas tree

With lofty boughs, now proud to be

Star-studded feature in main square;

Bewitched tourists stop and stare!

 

Chalets pop up by the Bourse:

Mulled wine and gifts to tempt - of course;

While temperatures drop below

That magic 4 degrees – no snow.

 

We fish out warmer hats and coats

Wrap woollen scarves around our throats

Leaving home when it’s still dark;

Did we remember where to park?

 

Quaint shops put on their brightest show

Overhead the street lights glow;

A sense of expectation reigns…

“What! More STIB strikes?” a voice complains!


(c) Poet in the woods 2025







Thursday, 20 November 2025

Frothy Coffee Thoughts!

The wisteria on my terrace grieves;

Snow sprinkles cling to its tired leaves

The sky, now iron-grey, opaque

Like icing on a Christmas cake.

 

They warned us of it, yesterday;

My gloves and scarves, once put away

Must once more hang in entrance hall

Today, must I go out at all?

 

Friends come and go in wintry light

Their footsteps muffled, wrapped up tight

Our Indian summer on the wane

Dark mornings now with icy rain…

 

This outlook grey spawns thoughts of grey

I have no guided tours today…

Just a few scattered thoughts to mull;

Life may be cold but never dull.

 

Life happens, we must weave our thread

So, I abandon my warm bed;

First stop on this slate-tinged day:

Hot coffee lures me – I obey!


(c) Poet in the woods 2025




Tuesday, 18 November 2025

Gremlins Galore!

Life doesn’t always go your way

Those pesky gremlins love to play

Upsetting apple carts galore;

If you show nerves, they do it more!

 

Life isn’t one long peaceful ride:

Troubles queue to get inside

Our would-be tidy lives and riot;

No good screaming out: “Be quiet!”

 

They plumb our weakness, pierce our shell

Just when things are going well;

When we’re bothered, feeling stressed

That’s the moment they love best.

 

Far be it from me to complain

As all of us, at times, feel strain

But you have to wonder why

Annoying clouds block out our sky.

 

Our path with obstacles is strewn

We see the dark side of the moon;

It’s hard to learn that life means risks;

Thank God the light, though faint, persists…


(c) Poet in the woods 2025



Friday, 14 November 2025

Late Afternoon Walk

We venture out, our scarves wrapped tight

Dogs and owners hove in sight;

By rough-hewn logs, we watch them pass

Intent upon their daily task…

 

The misty sun outlines beech trees

Whose leaves gyrate in autumn frieze;

This “golden rain” lights up my muse

A healthy crunch felt under shoes!

 

Sometimes, a jogger ambles by

With face determined, hair awry

Or couples, hand in hand, sedate

Lost to the world on private date…

 

Dark shadows lengthen – it is dusk

The wood holds no one else but us;

Bold street lights beckon through the trees…

We treasure moments such as these!


(c) Poet in the woods 2025


Drève de Bonne Odeur, Boitsfort


Wednesday, 12 November 2025

On Worry

Challenges come in many guises

The unexpected spawns surprises:

The false note in life’s merry song

A step misplaced makes fear’s grip strong…

 

Predictions – are just that – unknown;

Some nasty bug may trot along,

Or scary circumstance brand-new

May leave us frightened, shocked or blue.


Our confidence takes a hard knock

Confusion hits us – we take stock;

We feel at sea, or inner ear

 Plays up - so life becomes a blur …

 

Doubts plague us all from time to time

A personal dark cloud dulls our shine

The Universe makes us annoyed;

But all get anxious, dixit Freud!*

 

Of course, we know life isn’t smooth

We have to fight on and improve!

We run this gauntlet all our lives;

Thank goodness Folks, that Hope survives! 


(c) Poet in the woods 2025

* Sigmund Freud founder of psycho-analysis (1856-1939)



Saturday, 8 November 2025

Unearthing Truth

Oft early darkness shrouds our thought;

But inner moods perhaps are caught

in fleeting glance, or gentle sigh …

Where hidden depths reach for the sky.

 

So often, feelings must be hid

Hence, white lies do what they are bid;

A smile that’s forced, does not convince

Or briefly fools us – at a pinch!

 

Truth and reality are gems

But through those damned screens, it depends;

Such tech-links mean our aura’s lost

Beware slick scam or double-cross …

 

Statesmen know the game to play

Their fancy rhetoric can sway …

Yet we should always be aware

What lurks behind the glossy stare!

 

That’s why an honest soul is rare;

A friendship built on trust and care

Can tell a harsh truth which is tough;

How many do this? Not enough!


(c) Poet in the woods 2025



Wednesday, 5 November 2025

The Buzz at Zaventem!

Drones are hard workers; used to be

Think of hives and busy bee

Then the word took on new meaning:

To drone – a boring way of speaking.

 

But words evolve, new thoughts accrue

Now drones take flight and spy on you!

No longer seen as just a toy,

They buzz round airports* and annoy!

 

Surveillance takes on a new guise;

Remote-controlled, its roving eyes

Can capture everything we do

No longer safe. what can we do?

 

Though progress has its strong plus side

Not all is rosy; it can hide

A dark intrusive motivation,

So, I observe, with trepidation …


(c) Poet in the woods 2025

* i.e. 4th November, 2025: Drones spotted atbove Zaventem airport - flights delayed





 

Monday, 3 November 2025

A Woolly Hypothesis

Live each day right to the full!

Life is like a ball of wool

With vibrant colours all its own

Unique, amazing and to tone!

 

Each skein is warm and clings life long

Somehow you weave your own song;

Though it may twist, it will not break

But knots may take time to un-make!

 

Whether damp or grimy, it stays strong

Reminding you where you belong;

Moreover, it can be rewound

Hence, memories once lost, are found!

 

It unwinds gently through the years…

At times unravelling due to cares

But with resilience it is spun

Our heart and soul rolled into one!

 

(c) Poet in the woods 2025



Thursday, 30 October 2025

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

Monday, 27 October 2025

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



Thursday, 23 October 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



Monday, 20 October 2025

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.

Friday, 17 October 2025

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




 

Wednesday, 15 October 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