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I'll take you on a journey
There's places we can see
I picked a few I think you'll like
I hope that you'll agree
Let's watch a blazing sunset
From somewhere on a shore
Just you and I together
I couldn't ask for more
Let's eat Godiva chocolate
From a Belgian chocolatier
I mean flying there to Brussels
Not going somewhere here
Let's sip some French press coffee
At a Paris street café
Where afternoons just mosey on
And an hour lasts a day
Let's swim on the Amalfi coast
That part of Italy
Supposedly is beautiful
Take it in with me
Let's spend some time in Switzerland
I'll rent a small chalet
With a picture window looking out
On Alps not far away
Let's tour United Kingdom
Welsh castles everywhere
We'll walk the English countryside
And breathe the Scottish air
We'll get our steps in easily
Walking hand in hand
I'll get to be alone with you
Wouldn't that be grand?
Pack a bag, we'll be away
It might be for awhile
I'll take care of everything
Just let me see your smile
I roamed among lucent stars through a baroque city
Which mirrored imprints from past-life scenes,
Bringing me to tears about deja vu moments: Awed by its
avant-garde streak, my very essence left me reliving the arts held
dearly in adolescence: Such uptown elan! The charmed cacophony
Of violins and guitars , of warbles by dilettante poets
Along Brussels Street gave me carte blanche to explore
Nights’ fired passion without ennui ...While the distinct air inhabited me--
This soul-connection was not time’s anomaly. My heart
knew I once dwelled flourished here , as a bona fide lyricist...perhaps.
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Brussels, Belgium—March 2016
Contest of Silent One: Ten Words Ten Lines 2
1/25/2018
If you need someone
I also needed one.
I felt then! Now you feel more of what I did.
Opt for me - like your coffee in the morning(7am)
Give a price while am princely priceless
your attention got an auction I can only make assumptions
Yeah, it's a long shot(9:27am)
We just met probably not at the junction
We might not stop there after a long walk(9:59am)
Since you like long talks.
You're right we are just new folks
Nothing else like the utensils on the plate, just forks
At the Basecamp here in Brussels
It's gonna be live on rocks.
On 0'clock we thick and ding-dong(12:00pm)
Yeah your eyes cant get off mine still tick-tocking
I kept on muttering the monosyllables "she()hot"
..............................Woke up and and like a bird "she()gone"
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
*
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!
The consistency on show is out of order
Switzerland has no hard border
by the rules it really oughta
Monaco too being by the water
Yet Brussels tussles with future allies
alone in their Irish Border cries
even the Irish don’t prioritize
attempts to show muscle in Brexit ties
No identity needed in Sweden from Norway
a border allowing you be on your way
the two wealthiest countries in the world today
have no hard border strange I’d say
But money talks and the EU listens
though doesn’t answer its own citizens
or make clear political systems
assigning, enforcing all but consistent
Some can’t see corruption until the mask crumbles
when it does Britain won’t be part of the tumble
when systems exposed come undone fall
then London calling as London stands tall
Civilian casualty
All wars are bad, but wars can be stopped
if there is will seek peace, which there is not
the civilians in Ukraine must suffer more.
How many non-combatants are killed in this
Russian versus NATO and the USA we don’t know
but the number of dead seems relatively small
when so much has been bombed to destruction.
It appears to me that weekly, more
Palestinians are killed by the so-called IDF than
Ukrainian civilians.
But this toll is met with silence since Israel has
been sanctified by Brussels by no other than
Ursula von der Leyen in her horrible speech
absolving Israel of any guilt.
But what else are they expect from this corporate
Fascism the EU has become.
we have everything
on the plate
it's like an open
buffet
you can pick and
choose
which and what
ever you
want and snub the
brussels
sprouts that you once
hated
as a child but now
it's time
to put away childish
things...
no
nope
not ever
doing that
for being like a child
is to be
just like an open
opportunity
everyday the sunrise
and sunset
becomes a newly
unwrapped
present that presents
itself each
in its own form and from
as if new eyes
to see as well as does the
first and next
time seeing a bird fly
always new
always new
i knew
you and now
know
i want to
play
with you
everyday
Form:
O Ursula, crowned not by grace, but by shadows,
You wear the EU like a robe stitched with silence.
You spoke of democracy with polished lips,
Yet your fingers typed millions into secret deals,
Your phone — the vault of truth — wiped clean
Before justice could knock.
Once a daughter of public trust,
Now a ghost in marble halls.
While Europe bleeds beneath inflation’s blade,
You sip diplomacy with warlords in tailored suits,
Feeding fires in foreign lands,
As your own people starve at home.
Tell us, how does one delete a continent’s pain?
How many messages must vanish
Before integrity becomes a myth?
You hoard power like it is your inheritance,
But this Europe was not born for empires
Built on contracts carved in smoke.
You preach democracy,
Then silence the streets with policy.
You speak of peace,
Yet shake hands with bombs behind curtains.
We, the people, see your theatre —
Gilded corruption played on a Brussels stage.
Madam, this is not a throne — it is a scaffold.
Step down, if there is a shred of honour left.
Let not your legacy be famine and flames,
Let it not be another Rome that forgot its people.
We do not ask for perfection —
We ask for truth.
For leadership without masks.
For a Europe led not by merchants of war,
But by those who still feel hunger in their bones.
Your crown is cracked.
The whispers grow louder.
And history — history is watching.
Arabic: (Alam) meaning "world" or "universe"
A character of a madman has a role in the play.
Henceforth, the casting was done,
Alam, the madman, to mentor in the acting,
the wanderer in the graveyard area
his folded sleeves hold the world, in fullest.
Throughout days, one might notice
his gesture, in talking, in walking, in waving
The way he solves all those problems in this lowly world
Within just a blink of an eye.
A face, covered with beard and mustache reminds often
The magnificent Karl Marx.
One might wonder if Karl Marx was himself a mad person, or not!
An absent-minded thought like this brings me smile
Through ages, men, way ahead than their time,
Preachers, revolutionists for a greater change
Falsified in their cults of blames of being “mad”,
more or less.
In midst of all this, a pair of fatigued, absent-minded eyes
Wander beyond the sky
faded songs of tragedies, lives.
Turbulent river waves ensure overflowing hypes
Ebb tides,
And Alam , one madman.
With him, I also reach my predestined tears, bursting ones
A drag of memorable gems!
Some of those days, graveyard walls Index finger, boasting higher,
All that loudness in noisy speeches, acted up, yet no lies
Alas! Utterance of these intrepid, bold truth, yet
Abandonment for ages!
Tonu, Muniya, Sundarbans, Black money, Tears of Mountains
How all those synagogues and worship places
are burning into ashes for race and class
Cities are burning down,
Neighborhoods, Maps, Palestine, Brussels, Paris
Angry fire of greed is burning down countries
Alleys and unknown cities.
Men are getting killed in broad daylight
With his proud civilization.
A saddened soul, I, return to my window
The tree branch, on the other side of windowpanes
greets my forehead, with its shadow, gently
And I simply wonder,
Everyone is acting quite fine these days
except
the one and only, Alam , the madman.
October 14, 2022
Tribute: This is an effort of a translation of a poem of poet Ehsan Nazim
I like to watch skeins of geese flying in the autumn sky,
And I like the smell of frying bacon and luscious cherry pie!
I like to see the sun tinting Pikes Peak's crown in the early morn,
And the glorious Colorado sky as the sun ends its daily bourne!
I like to feel the tug of a rainbow trout on my fishing line,
And graceful garlands of snow adorning a ponderosa pine!
I like quiet evenings with my spouse nigh a warm and glowing fire,
Where we reminisce and dream of things for which we would aspire!
I like family reunions with my kids, grandkids, uncles and aunts,
And this may sound curious, but I like sharp creases in my pants!
I like to sit on the patio to muse and watch the squirrels at play,
And I like to go to church for inspiration, fellowship and to pray!
I like to listen to classical music or bury my nose in fascinating book,
And take leisurely evening strolls along a rushing mountain brook!
I like ice cream, tater chips, meatloaf, Brussels sprouts and chicken fried,
And I like the American flag that I shall always salute with pride!
I like it when the Denver Broncos and the Colorado Rockies win!
(But, alas, neither team is doing that well, much to my chagrin!)
I like to hear the rolling thunder and rain gently falling on my roof,
And the rhythmic clip-clop upon the pavement of a horse's hoof!
I like barbeques and fireworks in the park on Independence Day,
And the mulitude of stars winking at me from the Milky Way!
I like the smell of roses and the rejuvenation of April showers,
And I like work - I can sit and watch it for hours and hours!
I like the charm and beauty of a little child's beguiling grin.
I like Laurel and Hardy and Jack Benny with his squawking violin!
I like to socialize with folks with can-do attitudes and high ambitions!
(I like most everything I reckon, 'cept sloven schmucks and politicians!)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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