"brugge" poems
I've both toasted and buttered
having been served equally well
with marmite and marmalade.
I've dinned in Brugge and Halifax
trod the true path of kings
in places of requisite legend
still flavour claret
in truer climes
and tried to sting like a bee
composite and true living
slight of hand yet self assured
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 8:03 PM UTC
I am anchored to thoughts of Brugge.
My gastronomical panache is set.
Walking in a medieval town is like
voyaging to the summits,
the stillness of the morning air
comes with a sense of belief.
Rossie our tour guide
quilts you with the knowledge
and a knowing boon.
Nowhere else provides such testimony.
Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 3:34 PM UTC
All those madmen buying bunches of flowers
on Valentines Day,
tables double booked at the Restaurant
weekend Brugge chocoholic confession
yet all my cat wants is to be stroked
the gentle purring of the unfazed
overlooking my patio
and pots of love lies bleeding.
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 6:07 PM UTC
it spoke to me in
medieval Dutch,
like an obese King
of Belgium who
hands out free ale.
Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 3:33 PM UTC
I met a boy
His name starts with B.Finally.
He's small but charming.He speaks French and Dutch.(genius)
First I thought he was boring(cause everybody says that)
But in fact, he's well educated and humorous and endearing.
Though he lives on waffles and beers(and chocolate),
I don't mind, cause he's care-free.
He calls his heart Brussels(weird huh),his head Antwerp and limbs Ghent,Namur and fingers Brugge.
I love every part of him.
I once lived in his head, Antwerp, where he hides all of his best assets.
Full of whimsical,creative and splendid thoughts.
The weather in his head is unpredictable.I still love it
He's sometimes proud and sometimes kind, but mostly very caring
I love him, but now i should leave.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 5:01 PM UTC
Up the tower,
In Brugge.
On the flow,
In Brugge.
Wander the streets,
In Brugge.
Kiss a stranger,
In Brugge.
Drink till Dawn,
In Brugge.
Throw on the way,
In Brugge.
*** in the river,
In Brugge.
Over the Bridge,
In Brugge.
Play the *****
In Brugge.
**** the destiny,
In Brugge.
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 9:15 AM UTC
Tourist in Bruges
I was in Bruges, in Flanders, once
Saw beautiful old buildings where the patrician class
The merchants and charlatans lived
Where the poor lived in the past has been erased
The poor now live in high rise flats.
We rented a carriage with a bored horse that did its round
On streets too clean to be true; animals peed on canvas.
We walked around took the pictures as did others.
We had lunch at a café too expensive for its food, but the beer
Was good and that is worth remembering.
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 6:31 AM UTC