RED CARD IT IS NOT
THAT IS WHAT DONALD TRUMP THOUGHT
DID NOT HELP A LOT
We were once two lovers,
Who keep on falling deeper in love.
Despite the distance far between us,
Our love grows stronger, intense, enough.
Two hearts, moving in one rhythm,
Every beat gently written within.
On a cold night,
By winter’s pale touch in Belgium,
Our bodies’ warmth dances
In the lyrics of passionate love.
Oh, when you kiss me,
I feel fire on my lips.
I love that tender press
Pulling me into your hips.
I open my eyes,
We lay bare on the floor.
Our bodies close,
Our souls colliding
In a breath we shared
Without restraint.
As I touch your pretty face,
I feel romance growing deeper still.
You pull me closer, hold me near,
Our bodies answering love’s will.
We move toward a union of souls,
Where love needs no name.
In the hush of this cold Belgian night,
We found a communion of desire and flame.
Now we know this love is real,
A love that’s meant to last.
Gunther and Grace—
A story of intense love,
Written in the past,
Living in the now,
And promised in the future.
I knew an old buffoon
quite the gloomy poltroon
who through a stormy monsoon
flew his hot air balloon
and among the Walloon
and Flemish
much to their surprise
did not meet his demise
but with neither a blot
not a jot
nor blemish
at all
on hand
in the small
6-Government
densely populated
parliamentary constitutional monarchy
3-language country of Belgium
safely did crash land
My heart yearns to rise early
to have you in company;
Your dazzling native beauty
attracts the crowd at Tiffany.
Even the birds of Rome
come on their way to roam,
for, your smile is like a home;
A cozy shelter against the storm.
Shining hair of ebony,
cheeks that bury deeply,
voice that sings a rhapsody,
brings to life a fantasy.
Rose that is pure divine
when you are near, I feel so fine;
Let the morning sunshine
tell the rore to shine.
Moon river I shall venture
on the fair sands of your shore;
May the lash of your nature
rope the heart that I adore.
Jean Neuhaus had an apothecary store in Brussels.
He started covering medicines with chocolate, to make it more palatable.
His grandson replaced the medicine with praline.
“a spoonful of sugar”
October 25th, 2020
Belgium All Star Festival
Variety of languages are being spoken
Church of Our Lady of Laeken smiles as she sees them gather
Across from her boats are being decorated for the festivities
We have the best festivals in the world, she thinks
Grand Palace would disagree.
She was haughty, and stuck up, thinking her festival was the top of the mark.
Flower Carpet Festival was fine but not held yearly, so Lady of Laeken discounted it.
We also have the Belgian Pride Festival every May, the bakery down the street
mentioned to her, so she knew she had been think aloud.
It was a fantastic festival too and well attended.
At least we do not live in Ypres the two landmarks said to each other, laughing.
That is where Festival of the Cats is held, honoring gruesome stories of throwing cats.
Church of Our Lady of Laeken felt sorry for her cousin St. Peter’s, for he lived in Ypres.
It was something he had to endure every year.
Belgium Waffles at Tim's are amazing
Too bad they're loaded with stuff causing weight gain
They have a winner
Breakfast or dinner
This seems like an ad, but stop your complaining
bum: bum: bum: bum!
plinky, plinky, pumb!
bum: bum :plinky ,plinky, plumb!
BORERUST DEAL GO
PEACE TO THE LOVERS
MIGHT THOSE DISENFRANCHISED
FIND WAY TO ADAPT
LOVE BEYOND YOUR LOVEBOUDERS
LOVE IN ALL DEMITIONS
TURN YOUR UNEAGERNESS INTO THAT
WHAT'S, THAT YOU MUST ASK
THAT IS LOVE
I STAND PROUD TO SAY
LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE!
Battle for the bronze
Belgium burst out of the blocks
England's defense stunned
Belgium's best World Cup showing
Third-place metals worn with pride
Umtiti's header
Les Bleus to World Cup Final...
France on a hot streak
Bastion of confidence
Second trophy in their sights
Again violence shakes our earth
Takes the colours off the light
Dogma and blind faith in no dearth
Floating clouds of born disquiet
Takes the colours off the light
Serial bombs at Brussels airport
Floating clouds of born disquiet
Their suicide bomber’s brutal assault
Serial bombs at Brussels airport
Belgium capital goes into lockdown
Their suicide bomber’s brutal assault
At the headquarter of European Union
Belgium capital goes into lockdown
A repetition of November 13 in Paris
At the headquarter of European Union
All around confusion nightmarish
A repetition of November 13 in Paris
Somewhere a rot in social constitution
All around confusion nightmarish
Puzzled and shocked we cry for solution
Somewhere a rot in social constitution
Won’t we live in peace and mirth
Puzzled and shocked we cry for solution
In danger is our home and hearth
Won’t we live in peace and mirth
Dogma and blind faith in no dearth
In danger is our home and hearth
Again violence shakes our earth
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March 24, 2016
fly me to belgium
for i want to meet the queen
and get a glimpse of
the man who is the reigning king
fly me to belgium
for the festivals and things
i'd run with the hip
and ageless in the cool streets
fly me to belgium
for i want to see dinant
hear those saxophones
and get lost in all that jazz
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