Bruges Poems - Poems about Bruges

...“What is he, this lordling, that cometh from the fight?” by William Herebert, 14th century translation by Michael R. Burch Who is he, this lordling, who staggers from the fight, with blood-red ......

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...In an old briefcase capsuled for years in a corner of the shed, I found a rolled up wad of poems, stalled, still looking for something to say, frozen in a futile gasp for air. I should have ......

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...Hans Memling a painter from Bruges known for altar pieces oh so huge His portraits were not ornamental rather gentle& sentimental " *https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Portrait_of_a_Man_(Hans_Meml......

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...From Bruges was Jan Van Eyk modified oil to depict the light He made his name painting the wealthy which made his own bank account look healthy......

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...Posh candy - Annie is no Scrooge Her chocolates are flown in from Bruges She got wedged in her chair I believe she’s still there No wonder, her fanny’s so huge! Bruges is ve......

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...Cameras snap the last actions as tourists flash Bullets fly by at respective velocities in streets As dark humor goes out the window in Bruges Some one falls from the high church tower Assisted......

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...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 ......

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...“Our own Festival of Youth Sport reminds us that the potential to achieving the highest starts with home grown talent.” It's no jest. Karen works for the Girl Guides, the finest. She has spin......

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...Now we along one of hard rims are brought; And a thin spray on the brook is fixed, So shield to rims and water is begot. As Flemings, Cadsand and Bruges bewixt, Fearing the high waves pouncing aga......

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...At birthday time, I was in Bruges And what a treat for me, For it's a place as charming As a city gets to be. The streets are paved with cobblestones, Canal boats drift between; The churches,......

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...bridges The kids, their teacher, sprouts and dandelions the aquarellist and a wet bicycle. Sit on the worm bench as bytes on the mainframe wiped pastel of a bright warmth with shades of red ......

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