Best Norwegian Poems
How blessed I am that you are in my life
Amazing grace whistles through the valleys one tune
You make my body sizzle with your kisses
Fireflies light up blazes in a night sky faraway
I enjoying my dreams and fantasies
Where the sunsets and kisses the moon goodnight
And everything will happen because of you
Within starlight flashing blossoms explode beautiful
No mountain's reach so high
On the peak of every promise colours rainbows
I love you for many reasons
Some beyond the human grasp of reality
I’ve never had such thoughts before
Holding hands walking away with sunlight
I listen to the sound of your heartbeat
Golden tasting chocolate melting echoes
A sweet and soulful symphony
Reaching the highest temple of an angel's choir
On a thrilling journey to a lovely place
Distant drum rolls howling chants in winds of time
A Collaborated Poem 18.12.2015
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid :)
(Unrymed Couplet )
The Norwegian club
We went there last night
it was set in a wine bar and the prize,15euro each,
I refused to pay that much.
The bar was almost empty but for a group
of Norwegians who sat whispering in a corner
And there was no one to welcome us.
I was donating some books to the club
left some of them on a table.
No one stirred.
I thought the scene was surreal.
We left and had a meal at a Portuguese
restaurant.
I suppose the books were thrown away
after closing time.
Since the 19th century, she stands looking out to sea
A guardian of the sailor, a survivor of tragedy
The Captain lost his pregnant wife and son and five members of his crew
Now she waits just like her sister when a sailor's return is overdue
Her sister stands in Moss since nineteen sixty two
They stand and face each other across the ocean blue
The Dictator, a Norwegian vessel, aground she did run
Nine people died off the shore in eighteen ninety one
The Captain returned to Norway when his healing was done
In Elmwood cemetery he sadly left his wife and son
On thirty seventh street in Virginia Beach the Norwegian Lady Stands
A monument to all who sail and walk on foreign sands
How blessed I am that you are in my life
Amazing grace whistles through the valleys one tune
You make my body sizzle with your kisses
Fireflies light up blazes in a night sky faraway
I enjoying my dreams and fantasies
Where the sunsets and kisses the moon goodnight
And everything will happen because of you
Within starlight flashing blossoms explode beautiful
No mountain's reach so high
On the peak of every promise colours rainbows
I love you for many reasons
Some beyond the human grasp of reality
I’ve never had such thoughts before
Holding hands walking away with sunlight
I listen to the sound of your heartbeat
Golden tasting chocolate melting echoes
A sweet and soulful symphony
Reaching the highest temple of an angel's choir
On a thrilling journey to a lovely place
Distant drum rolls howling chants in winds of time
A Collaborated Poem 18.12.2015
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid :)
(Unrymed Couplet )
I once had a ring, or should I say, it once had me...
it made me vanish, isn't it good, my precious ring?
it asked me to wear it and make way to its masters cave,
So it drove me mad and its my precious for me to crave,
I lived in a cave, biding my time, eating like swine,
We dwelled until time and then bagginses came, took what was mine.
They took me to Mordor and burned me, So I started to talk.
I told them I didn't and spoke off to Orcs, shire is the path
And when I awoke, I was alone, Frodo had flown
So he left from shire, isn't it good, my precious will be mine.
My mother always told me that I
looked just like my dad.
A true Norwegian was I, all of his
features I had.
I guess I really had no right
to complain,
except all through school all the kids
made fun of my last name.
Don't get me wrong, I always liked
my blond hair and green eyes.
I just wish we Vikings were known
for smaller thighs.
My dad always told me that with my
heritage I was stuck.
And that all of the women in our family never
had to worry about having a small butt.
I said to him, “Those are two things that
I never chose.
But I think the thing that bothers me most,
is this dang Norwegian nose.
I even had a friend that once made up
a song about mine.
He sang it to the tune of a John Lennon song,
and he made each and every word rhyme.
All of my children always thank me for
giving them knock knees.
But I always tell them they can thank their grandpa,
not me, for these. .
I guess I really shouldn’t complain . My dad
lived to be 93.
And I guess that’s one of the parts of him that
I hope will be passed down to me.
Utterly cold waters for two southerners from Oslo.
They take our breath away when swimming.
The land of the midnight sun and the gorgeous
Aurora lights are featured at Uttakleiv Beach.
Kept our eyes open too for unusual sights at
Lofoten Islands in northern Norway.
Eye of the Dragon was one showpiece - a most
Intriguing natural rock formation -
Visibly impressive, virtually unmatched.
Both my wife Nora and I, have our bucket lists.
Each of us have longed to visit our northernmost
Arctic Circle area and its famous fjords.
Colossal - the Trollfjordan near Lofoten which
Hails as the best holiday site ever in Norway.
April 12, 2023
Norwegian Tanka
This day had sunlight
Light shone through small windows
My office was a stable
The beast of burdens´ air reminds me
That my work is not yet done.
I once had a girl
or should I say
she once had me.
with a soul so tender it
melted in your arms
and warm enough to want
to curl up to, she took me.
and with hands cool as stone
that could reach into your raw self,
and shake the very roots of humanity,
and to good health, she raised me.
we walked as gods would,
if they would breathe like us,
if they could need like us
and love like us.
touch like us and
enjoy like us,
the gifts of being
young like us
and being
merely us.
the days were devoid
of a sense of time,
as one-track as trees
growing, just up, up, up.
and the nights were sweet
and dark and long
with cool skin on skin
and hand on heart, songs
to a god not there,
and the art of offering
all to another.
how could I have known
which the way the winds would have blown,
and which trees would have grown
had I known the earth
a little better,
known that seeds need to be sown
and now this bird has flown, and
I once had a girl
or should I say
she once had me.
to norwegian blue
another more solid version
of me and you
another varicose vision
of wood and glue
if my voice could breath sweet melody
and loom across the ancient sea
shall crimson lips breath thy last goodbye
northern winds shall carry sweet reply
unto a gloomy grave thus thine fled
the Norwegian Theresa I vow to wed
and thou I be in dreadful loneliness
leap from the ocean tide in hopelessness
many the days thy face appears
hidden in a moist and misty veil
'tis my love that shall prevail
and thou thyself myself doth cheer
I watched the wounded night fade
twilight's sky turn to jade
a jeweled crown the day renown
for of my pilgrimage have settled down
thou my spirit wonders forth
from the Viking cities of the north
unto the seven seas of mythology
remaining true without apology
a sultan’s palace and the throne
what sorrow brings to sail alone
and turn my eyes unto the south
journeying to the Nile's mouth
for; lo what changes time can bring
and hear thine heavenly voice but sing
what incantation life may bring, yet, I care not
this beleaguerment 'twas what I sought
and caught the twilight while yet aflame
calling Theresa, Theresa my Norwegian dame
Norwegian elkhounds, proud and bold,
With curly tails that wag like gold,
In forests deep, they roam and play,
Hunters of night, they stalk their prey,
In every heart, their love unfolds.
If you have ever had the pleasure of being stalked by a Viking Forest Norwegian Cat
Then you understand what it feels like to be played with before you are eaten.
If you have not, then this poem may not be for you.
For it is the tale of the VFNC and what she is capable of.
She is a magical cat, the queen of cats, the ultimate fat cat if you will.
She stalks her prey, jumping on its back, breaking it, so she can enjoy the taste of the face.
Yes, she is a hunter, this powerful opponent.
She is fast, and she is mighty.
If you have ever been eaten by her
You will appreciate this.
If not, you cannot possibly understand it.
Oh, she is patting you down?
Great.
This is her first step.
Dedicated to Mooney who is up in cat heaven ~
norwegian fur ball
intelligent and cunning
feline soul sister
AP: 1st place 2025
norwegian feline
with woolly insulation
winter devotee
AP: Honorable Mention 2025