Best Brussels Poems
The memory span of the average sprout
Means he forgets why the light is out
If life in a fridge will be life without end
Never forget that the dark is your friend
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And hidden away in a refrigerator
A brave little sprout needs no invigilator
He’d tucked himself between some beans and a leek
And went undiscovered throughout Christmas week
But now that the trifle and cheeses aren’t there
The fridge is beginning to feel rather bare
The spaces within have become wide agape
With few nooks and crannies in which to escape
He’s watched as his friends were all taken and eaten
But this little sprout was too brave to be beaten
He may be just one single sprout, small and green
But he can be ruthless and ever so mean
He knew that the sound of the footsteps nearby
Meant somebody sharing his fridge could soon die
But he’ll stop at nothing for self preservation
He pushed the leek forward without hesitation
It’s dark in the fridge which should aid his concealment
And save him the sight of leftovers congealment
He thought he’d be safe in the darkness inside…
But screamed like a bean when the door opened wide!
Categories:
brussels, christmas, courage, food,
Form:
Rhyme
Me, the contrarian,
hardcore vegetarian,
Would rather eat wombat snouts
than brussels sprouts.
Categories:
brussels, animal, food, hate, humor,
Form:
Quatrain
Brussels sprouts for breakfast, Brussels sprouts for lunch,
Sprouties served with iced champagne to make the perfect brunch!
Boiled and drowned in butter, or juiced to make a punch,
Brussels sprouts the tasty treat that I just love to munch!
Now I love to have a pet around but not a cat or dog,
Don't want no flop-eared bunny, or fat pot bellied hog.
My sprout plant does not need a walk and never gives me fleas,
Just lots of tender Brussels sprouts and I call her Louise!
Sprouties by the bowl full, sprouties by the plate,
I'd like to have a buck for very Brussels sprout I've ate.
When I take my final dirt bath, just so there are no doubts...
Plant me in a steamer trunk well packed in Brussels sprouts.
Categories:
brussels, food, garden,
Form:
Rhyme
~*~
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there once was a girl that lived in Brussels
she married a man now they're the Russel's
she was kind of a geek
he was more than weak
she with no brains him without muscles
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~*~
November, 14, 2014
Categories:
brussels, fun, girl, humorous, irony,
Form:
Limerick
I’m greeted by the freshly laundered dawn,
pale slate linen hung to dry above
a stirring city of collective individuals.
I cherish moments like these,
when I can step out in to the drying day
without forethought or agenda
and imbibe a city which has squirmed
beneath the clouds for a millennium.
And what a different place it would be if
the sun shone upon it more often.
What need would there have been for the
gilded Galleries de Saint Hubert
if not to protect the heads of the bourgeoisie?
What drive would there have been for Horta and Blérot
to duplicate nature’s balance indoors in glass, steel and murals
and sprawl sgraffiti jungles beneath damp eaves?
Why would beer need to warm one’s soul and feet
if one’s shoes were not constantly damp?
Where would have Magritte found his clouds?
How would the cobblestones of the Grand Place
manage to glow brighter than Saint Michel’s spire
if they weren’t slickened by an otherwise uncaring God?
How silent and plain the city would be
without colonial djembe undertones, postmarks
from a search for one’s self in clement Congo.
It is a city of grey
from which all colours run
free,
sober,
deep.
Categories:
brussels, art, nature, social, city,
Form:
Free verse
Most unpopular vegetable is Brussels Sprouts
Have taken a survey and I find there's no doubt
Now don't take a fit
For unpopularity they're it
Well, strangely I love 'em more than sauerkraut
Categories:
brussels, food,
Form:
Limerick
Ides of Brussels
Rapport
Lionel Derbyshire
“Lennon asked the world to live as one ..
There is a harmony of birdsongs in his song.
Jackson made a change when he looked in the mirror ..
Steven’s rejoiced .. My Sweet Lord hallelujah..
There is no little green apples for Smith in a summertime.
Simon walked down in the middle of the street looking for a role model.
Sledge loved a woman, she was his world.
John’s english rose was called out to heaven ..
A candle burnt out too quick ,
A legend never vanishes.
Pussycat remember’s Mississippi? in dreams of yesterday until the end of time.
Kelly is everything, the world greatest .. he made it.
Flack looked at the moon and stars and the earth moved , the first time ..
Two guys were feeling weary under a bridge over troubled waters.
Simply Red were holding onto years and kept holding on .. nothing growing.
Manhattan’s says everybody has a dream , wheels turning ..
It’s just one moment away.
Smoke got into the eyes of the Platters ..
But their hearts were on fire.
The lady sings the blues ,
Sinatra made it in New York.
Singing and dancing in the rain make you happy .. "
It is glee
“We are the world .. God’s big family ..
We made a choice ..
We can make it a brighter day ..”
Hey ! .. Here comes the sun with Beatles ..
“We stand together as one”
Fallen angel’s have left us .. cleft
There is hurt .. a spineless attack
We must never give in .. it is a
World without end.
Their terror will never destroy us ..
They hide away like . .
The red poppy will ever grow in Brussels
And the herb will heal the people of the land.
The talents and artistry of a land ..
They cowardly bomb destroy ..
They murder ..
They run away ..
Ivory Coast , Mali ,Tunisia , Paris , Brussels
Songs in bond.
Categories:
brussels, appreciation, celebration, courage, history,
Form:
ABC
Roosters gather in a parking lot,
cackling and crowing.
A man is bent over in a field,
fixing his tractor. One long breath,
a yawn, a wide field with horses,
clusters of sheep beneath low trees.
We fly along a creek, short stretches of fence,
a dusty path, a boy on a motor scooter,
a tunnel, blackness.
A swan curls on a green pond,
a construction site is only half complete,
a windmill barely rotates in the misty sky.
Swirling white butterflies
dance in a meadow.
I think I see kudzu in the overgrowth;
I forget where I am.
How can the Holland countryside appear
so similar to the American South?
I could stay on this train forever
and always be happy.
Categories:
brussels, life, places, travel
Form:
Free verse
These terrorists caused another conundrum.
They set off a few bombs in Brussels, Belgium.
Numerous innocent lives were blown away
in that city's airport and metropolitan subway.
This Middle-Eastern group wants to perpetrate fear.
Why would they want to do it in a city like here?
Europeans should safely have their lives to lead.
Terrorists attacks are something they don't need.
The wounds of innocent people continue to bleed.
from a recent news story.
Categories:
brussels, death, loss, sympathy,
Form:
Rhyme
Long Live Brussels!
We need to fight back,
And in arduousness react,
Without restraint or hesitation,
And blame in aggression.
Islam and faith must go down,
They must subside in renown,
Islamophobia is more credible,
Because of terrorism indelible.
There’s something wrong,
With religion’s repeated song,
Which assimilates radicals,
Who are potential criminals.
It protects reactionaries,
And funds Jahidi armies,
Asking us to tolerate,
The more liberal delegate.
We must state the lines,
Of faith’s heartfelt pines,
By commending some,
And by banning the one.
Categories:
brussels, anger, community, conflict, death,
Form:
Heroic Couplet
I was on rails
passing the plains.
Reach the wides
and seen from every side.
Categories:
brussels, travel,
Form:
ABC
Cockles and Mussels In Brussels
The women wore trusses after having tussles;
They were embarrassed thinking that Brussels;
Did survive;
Came alive,
Only city that can serve cockles with mussels.
(Actually it was London fair city.)
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Categories:
brussels, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
Today
In Brussels
They took the flag away
Today
"The People" had their say
As the UK flexed its muscles
Today
In Brussels
(C) Ian Diddams 2020
Categories:
brussels, day,
Form:
Triolet
An old lady from Brussels,
Enjoys a dinner of mussels,
Restaurants in the district,
Have hired chefs looking strict,
To ward off her annoying morsels.
February 19, 2022
howmanysyllables.com
Categories:
brussels, funny, humorous, word play,
Form:
Limerick
You should check some Brussels, its really a treat
To stroll on, protected by troopers
Fast people in Brussels their cigarettes lit
With ignition key of old Coopers
They serve freshest mussles in Brussels, you must
Leave on a table some fee
And worshiped by Auden Beaux Arts you can pass
If your bag hangs down to the knee
There is no menace in the Grand Market place
NATO patrols are boys the most thin
Their fingers on triggers, would you be amazed
In Brussles its just a routine
Attend darkened bars by the harbour, proceed
A midnight with Chinese lanterns
You’ve come for experience, gone with the weed
That's Brussels, in cheerful abundance.
Categories:
brussels, adventure, smile,
Form:
Rhyme