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- In Norwegian it's called - LYKKEN I LIVET - by mcdaid, liam
- In Norwegian it's called - LYKKEN I LIVET - by Smile, Sunshine
Smeagol's beatles, Norwegian wood by kiran, ravi
Norwegian Tanka by hansen, jan oskar
The Norwegian Lady by Suzadail Jr., Vince
Norwegian Wood by Bolton, Jacob
True Norwegian by Ross , Cheryl Ann

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Hey Jude - Dedicated to Winged Warrior

Hey Jude, love is like a butterfly - just let it be. You've got a ticket to ride, go where you should be. Love is a revolution it shall set you free. Don't live a life of sorrow like Eleanor Rigby. You've got a ticket to ride, go where you should be. From Penny lane to Abbey road, you'll find the way. Don't live a life of sorrow like Eleanor Rigby. Don't be a nowhere man, forget about yesterday. From Penny lane to Abbey road, you'll find the way. Become a pilgrim of the long and winding road. Don't be a nowhere man, forget about yesterday. In a Norwegian wood, you'll find the secret code. Become a pilgrim of the long and winding road, but don't get lost in strawberry fields forever. In a Norwegian wood, you'll find the secret code. All you need is love, so trust the path you endeavour. But don't get lost in strawberry fields forever, I always get by with a little help from my friends. All you need is love, so trust the path you endeavour, in my life, I've seen heartache, but it always ends. I always get by with a little help from my friends. A day in the life of a broken soul, is full of fear. In my life, I've seen heartache, but it always ends. Sometimes whilst my guitar gently weeps, I shed a tear. A day in the life of a broken soul, is full of fear. After a hard days night the mind seems to go astray. Sometimes whilst my guitar gently weeps, I shed a tear. Yet I don't believe you've got to hide your love away. After a hard days night the mind seems to go astray. Sometimes its difficult and you can't buy me love. Yet I don't believe you've got to hide your love away. In the end I feel fine, when healed from powers above. Sometimes its difficult and you can't buy me love. I'm saving all my loving for her eight days a week! In the end I feel fine, when healed from powers above. When soulmates come together, passions reach their peak. I'm saving all my loving for her eight days a week! You'll know when she loves you - you'll want to twist and shout! When soulmates come together, passions reach their peak. You'll see something in the way she moves, there's no doubt. You'll know when she loves you - you'll want to twist and shout! One glance and you'll be singing I wanna hold your hand. You'll see something in the way she moves, there's no doubt. Help the caterpillar to leave its cocoon- just as planned. One glance and you'll be singing I wanna hold your hand. Love is a revolution it shall set you free Help the caterpillar to leave its cocoon- just as planned. Hey Jude, love is like a butterfly - just let it be The Silent One 29 October 2017
A pantoum containing 29 titles from songs produced by the Beatles. Hey Jude (1968) Let It Be (1970) Ticket to Ride (1965) Revolution (1968 Eleanor Rigby (1966) Penny Lane (1967) Abbey Road (1969) Yesterday (1965) Nowhere man (1965) The long and winding road Norwegian Wood (1965) Strawberry Fields Forever (1967) All you need is love (1967) With a little help from my friends (1967) In My Life (1965) While My Guitar Gently Weeps (1968) A Day in the Life (1967) A hard days night (1964) You've got to hide your love away (1965) Can't buy me love (1964) I Feel Fine (1964) All my loving (1963) Eight days a week (1964) Come together (1969) Twist and shout (1963) She Loves You (1963) Something in the way she moves (1969) I Want to Hold Your Hand (1963) Help! (1965)


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- In Norwegian it's called - LYKKEN I LIVET -




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 )


Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015



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- Au Revoir - Goodbye -


- 2016 -

- JANUARY -

A freezing cold evening

Where the stars shining bright

With frost blade flanks

From mouth and nose steam

In the clear silence

White untrodden snows

Nature's frozen pulse

Sleep like a little baby

One gracious moon

After the night the light is shattered into gold

At sunrise raise your heartbeat


- FEBRUARY -

The ground is chained in frozen iron
Snow crystals glued on pine cones
Overhangs embroideries of polished ice
The wind shakes and shatters them into millions of pieces


Slowly more brightness toward longer days
A new light is born across a white landscape
With its beauty and bliss a squirrel in a pine tree
Thoughts and reflections how beautiful it is


- MARCH -

Kong winter resolve his power struggle to live a little longer
Cold soil protects wild modest tiny flowers
March deserve tribute by an dignified pen
A soothing voice whisper in dew wet morning sun
When Spring youthful glory revitalises

With blessed glow in brilliant charm
A soft mother breast for all to be born again
Nature pregnancies seeds of life
Spring unveiled with a colorful smile
We go brighter times ahead, wakes up from beauty sleep
Princess Spring I feel lucky and almighty

- APRIL -

Spring marks the end of winter and start of summer
It is lovely with colorful contrasts
Norway is a long country with a lot of mountains and valleys
Wide variations in climate from south to north and from east to west

Migrant's return, and the first flower is coltsfoot
Both humans and animals awakened by hibernation with new energy
The sun is high, no snow falls and the birds singing
Small downy mouse ears to be leaves on birch tree

- MAY -

May show us how beautiful you are
A Spirea blooms like a beautiful and white cloud in the garden
Beautiful spring bride
Dressed with creation she herself had designed
A golden ring of eternal happiness
The veil thin and beautiful like cobwebs kisses her cheek

May is the month with wonderful contrasts
As sure as the sun rises each morning
When I turn my face toward the warm sun
I feel it gives me new energy

Seventeenth of May is Norway's National Day
We lift up the flag in red, white and blue
Freedom
The sky is blue, as far as the eye can see
A celebration of sun, spring, life and eternal love

- JUNE -

The sun constantly light flickers through the air and brighten up long nights
The summer carnations were Gods flower for the Greeks
They bloom earlier than most other species
A delight to the eye throughout the summer

Midsummer night - Midsummer Celebration 23rd and 24th June
A dear child has many names it is said,
and Midsummer night is no exception
Across Norway celebrated it with large fires
Some placed a rag doll on top of the fire
The witches burnt this night

Dance, music, porridge and flower garlands with carnations
Barbeque, Norwegian strawberries and fireworks all night
If a young girl picks seven or nine various mode herbs that night,
and put them under the pillow, she would dream of her future husband

- JULY -

No doubt that July is a beautiful summer month
It is the year's best month is named after Julius Caesar himself

Summer raindrops pierced by sunbeams
Just think of how precious privilege it is to wake up to bird song

Columbines are still in full bloom, they are charming
Spices herbs for diversity and for flavor

Who would have anything against sitting in the garden all day
and let you tickle a bit of a grape plant in the neck

Flowers and plants are an important part of summer
Enjoy it all with family and good friends

Fair weather clouds that just gives a little variety in all the blue
July is synonymous with holidays for most

The temperature and enthusiasm rises
This summer we will swim in the ocean and eat lots of ice cream

- AUGUST -

Our receptive hearts have allready heard
The breeze reports August

The shadows fall when the day is done
Roving winds and rain are waiting

For every day that passes, the autumn is preparing
Goodbye butterfly, wondering where your journey ends

When that day comes, I will kiss you softly
The painting will change color and give the landscape a blush

We always seek, and new jewels will be found
It hurts to say it, but the summer has an end

- SEPTEMBER -

Let autumn wind whisper its song
Summer sunshine rays from yesterday we remember
After a long and lovely summer,
it often feels like autumn kept going cold and gray
But the truth is that this is one of the most colorful month

Now comes the polar night and the storm's time is near
We celebrated Thanksgiving in connection with the harvest
Autumn is yellow, red and orange
This is perhaps the finest with the autumn
Take a hike and you will see how beautiful it is out there

- OCTOBER -

The life light shimmers in the air
Love and delights

Death and pain
Drowsy in numbness

The leaves have never known
Embalmed darkness with grief

Cold winter is coming soon
Silver bells and white snow

Stardust, northern lights and moonlight
While wonder and guesses

- NOVEMBER -

Daylight change, and go to its winter rest
Night frost drips from the eaves

A cold wind rushed and shoveled his way
Caught your lungs with clear icy air

In this deep cold, it feels just right
Leave the door open to be a part of the season

Human rhythms always searching
The lunar takes its own bath in silver dust

November night will show you: The Milky Way
Keep your senses and soul awake, and enjoy it

- DECEMBER -

Some say they can smell the spring
... Is it possible to smell December?
A scent of something can hit you
anytime and anywhere

The frost sneak up on the night
and color the landscape white
Northern Lights with its spectacular light
dancing in the sky
Beautiful music, has no borders
Creating a sense of meaning

So stop fighting against wind turbines
December is the month for reflection
Joy and peace ~ when darkness falls
  "A child is born in Bethlehem"



  ... ... Au Revoir ... ... Goodbye ... ... Adjø




26.12.2016
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2016

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HOLIDAY HORROR

We had just got married - was the month of June This is the saga of our disastrous honeymoon We started off in a hotel in Norwich The bedding was itchy just like doing ‘porridge’ Back home to Birmingham to get ready for our cruise To the Norwegian Fjords - stunning scenery to peruse I had already started to get a horrid cold My sneezing was totally uncontrolled We arrived in Norway and I was feeling ill The fjords were smooth no need for sea sickness pill I started to brighten as we began the cruise Hubby and me together we had nothing to loose Enjoying the scenery and the fresh cold air Watching the waterfalls oh how we did stare We arrived at the first hotel and got ready for the night We were on honeymoon and wanted everything right Climbing the stairs to our hotel room Separate beds – you could sense the doom Well we got over that hurdle… details I won’t discus! But when we saw the tour guide oh how we did cuss Next day we got onto our honeymoon boat Enjoying the experience whilst we were afloat On to another hotel as part of the tour Separate beds yet again – oh what a bore! Every hotel we stayed at we had separate beds Hardly ideal scenario for a pair of newly weds! Finally it was time for us to go our journey back home One more meal at the hotel – oh how time had flown Disaster struck – it could only happen to me I got food poisoning I was as sick as a flea Firing from both ends it was absolute hell My honeymoon disaster – oh I remember it well! A pretty accurate description of our honeymoon in June 1991… but despite everything that went wrong we are still together! 04~24~15 Contest: Memorable Vacation – Shadow Hamilton ~awarded 2nd place~


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

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- Gradebook from 1966 -



                              Old treasures from ancient times
                              I find in boxes that are put away
                                   A little book from 1966
                                    Frontpage on the book
                              The Norwegian flag is hoisted up
                                       Red, white and blue
                                  On the first page  is written
                                  with a beautiful handwriting
                           "Anne-Lise is a handsome and clever girl -
                                She has top marks in all subjects "
                                   One little girl with light hair
                                         Smiling and pleased
                                           Deep blue eyes
                                    who wish to experience life
                            Heaven is cloudless and thoughts are free
                            Unaware what life and the future will bring
                                Enjoyable to find my first Gradebook





   09.05.2013
  A-L  Andresen :)
 * poem out of truth :)


Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2013

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- In Norwegian it's called - LYKKEN I LIVET -

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 )


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016

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FARTING COWS - A TAXING TIME FOR FARMERS - FOR ANNE LISE

When a Norwegian cow passes gas They want to tax the gas from its ‘ass’ A cow passes 4 tonnes of methane each year Just imagine the stink from its rear!!!! Thanks for the inspiration Anne Lise xxx Jan Allison 31st March 2016


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

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Taste of Salt

There are times when I sit on my porch
Dreaming of the days when I was young
How I miss the sound of the ocean
And the taste of salt upon my tongue

In the arms of a dark eyed woman
A few miles off the Spanish Coast
Making love in a French Chateau
Then disappearing like a ghost

Gazing at the Southern Cross
I spent some Caribbean nights
Just over the Arctic Circle
I saw the Northern Lights

Spent some time in the city of Cobh
A dream come true no doubt
I'll raise a toast to beautiful Ireland
With a bottle of Guiness Stout

At the Hotel Ayr in Scotland
My orders came and I had to move on
But I didn't take everything with me
You see, a piece of my heart was gone

I flew into Oslo on a mission
I took another flight to Vaernes the same day
Then gazed into the eyes of a Norwegian woman
Who took my breath away

I think of all the years
I spent sailing the seven seas
The taste of salt in my tears
Revives the memories.




Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2008

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- It Is Not Easy - Try It Yourself -


              Not easy to speak or write a foreign language
              How many languages do you speak or write
              There are many that comes to your country
              who do not know the language ..... it is difficult
              I spoke with a "foreigner" today .... nice guy
              He worked on the garbage car
              A very well paid job in Norway
              The box of garbage must be wheeled down to the port
              I'd forget ... ran after the car with my box
              Smiling and cheerful, he said:
           * Norwegian: "Do glemte sitte ut do " ?
                                              -  ((Do you forget to put the box out ?))
           * Translated: "You forgot to sit on the toilet " (?)




 - A smile from reality :)))

14.11.2013
A-L  Andresen :)



Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2013

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My Family Hair

I call myself a blonde,,,
Never a redhead, like my sister,
Oh, how funny she thinks that is.
Still, another one is the brunette like our mother.
My mother was an Irish and Norwegian girl. 
I also have another younger sister who was blonde
Then it also turned brunette like my mother ~ I could 
Never figure that out ~ I, of course, thought she dyed it. 

Then, there are my three brothers,,, 
Youngest was a sandy blonde, sort of. 
The oldest one was also a sandy blonde.
Who always reminded me of Ricky Nelson.
Then there, "was", my brother Bill, who died.
He was also a redhead like my oldest sister. 
We bumped heads a lot, too much I thought.
 
Then, there is my father, who brought the red hair.
He came from a family line of red haired Scotch/ Irish.             
Oh, yes, then there is my lost sister Shirley - Anne 
Died at six months, from what they called a blue baby.
Mom always said she was a sweet baby and a redhead.
I used to wonder if I was her, in a new body, slightly red.   
  



Jan. 19, 2013   Saturday 4 pm 
" inspiration from "Duke Beaufort's poem "color crazy" thank you.

As little girl" I wondered if I was Shirley- Anne, because
I was the girl who came after her, she was born 1953, I in 1955,
 mom never said too much about my thoughts, so maybe she felt the same? 
Or maybe she thought "there goes my crazy little girl"


Copyright © Debbie Duncan | Year Posted 2013

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the kissing ground

Sophie's sweat 
landscapes
the claret red horizon
thick serum
trickles 
from a Sickroom -
a death ward

where cracked knuckles
spatter the fjords 
moistening the planks;
bathing the laths of anxiety
‘neath 
marquis de sade stumps

Norwegian expressions of death -
agoraphobia
murdering actuality;
the Dance of Life
rapidly burns
as a funeral pyre of Ashes are
seized from
your tribe’s headstone

the stench of brother’s legacy
replaces
a protected breath
and a Dead Mother can 
descry muted 
caterwauls 
between
the Clock and the Bed

the two guardians of quietus
merely exit
this clotted bridge
contemptuously -
in soured and 
staled 

delight


Copyright © John Heck | Year Posted 2009

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For a Thousand Years

As I kneel beside your bed...I just want you to know wherever I am your husband is always thinking about you. The times we spent together have been the happiest in my life. You look so much like an angel as you lay there, but unlike in the movie Snow White, you're still sleeping after the kiss. Some say your eyes are deep blue like Crater Lake in Oregon, but your smile to me is more beautiful than the stars in the heavens on a clear moonless night. I lit a candle at La Cathédrale de St. Corentin today.  I remember the first time we visited there, I stood back and watched you with your long shapely Norwegian legs. The wonderment, innocence, and the look on your face is unforgettable. You must know I would give anything for you to open your eyes again, to hold you in my arms with you looking at me with your smile. Instead there are tears and the sheet beside your bed is starting to get damp. You must know I’m here kneeling by your side each and every day. At night they let me in to light a candle at La Cathédrale as I plead my case to take your place.  In the morning I light another candle before I come to see you, my love, my life.  What am I going to do, I was always your rock and your shoulder, but now I am broken, I am lost baby. I brush your hair to the side of your face remembering that your touch used to make me tremble, your kiss would make my knees quiver.  When I touch your hand I remember I was so sure of everything when we hand and hand walking side by side. My faith, my devotion, and my passion is strong. I will come back here for a thousand years just to be by your side. For now I need to leave again to lite another candle, and tomorrow I will return to hold your hand and take care of you as long as I breathe.  I love you baby.

Edward J Ebbs - November 19, 2014


Copyright © Edward Ebbs | Year Posted 2014

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The Norwegian Lady

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
 


Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2011

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Ode to the people of Norway

Ode to the people of Norway Strophe O, the darkness has descended on a paradise Of Norway’s bounties of nature On the people living a quiet life Not concerned about the politics ever A drug addict, calling himself a warrior Taking pride of being a savior of Europe Unmindful of the death toll of the young Rejoicing in the tears falling from their eyes A Hitler has raised his ugly head up Polluting the minds of the old and the young. Antistrophe But trying to take a refuge to insanity Taking drugs to make himself efficient and awake Priding over to start war for years sixty Pleading not guilty to terrorism namesake Though confessing to bombing and rampage But remaining unaffected by what happened Thus his plea assures him of future court hearings By the attacks Norway is riveted with rage By Breivik’s paranoid writings stunned Hundreds thronged the courthouse proceedings. Epode With tears in their eyes people paid homage To the victims laying roses a few feet deep While the killer faces 21 years in prison The stiffest sentence can be given by a Norwegian judge His lawyer says the whole case suggests his client is insane The Royal couple consoled people and tears shed The prime minister called it a national tragedy And summed it up “evil can never defeat a nation” The killer may enjoy Halden, the luxurious jail in the world Where cells have flat TV and designer furniture facility.
+++++++++ * I wrote this poem two years back when the tragedy took place. Not posted anywhere Date 4-11-13 Dr. Ram Mehta Tenth Place win Contest: Ode (Old/new) poetry by SKAT Love


Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2013

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- SANTA CLAUS -



An important element of our Christmas is of course Santa Claus
But who is this man with white long beard
Tradition holds Santa Claus at the North Pole
Christmas is tied to the traditions and stories
Fantasy and excitement. . . mysticism and superstition
The idea of Santa is part of our childhood


All Norwegian children know Santa Claus as an amused older gentleman
that comes with Christmas gifts wearing black boots
red suit, white beard and a big belly
Unfortunately, Christmas means a lot of stress and little sleep for Santa Claus


Read in the newspaper that Santa Claus is sick ... He is admitted to the hospital
Santa has an unhealthy lifestyle - eat a lot of cookies and candies
He is certainly no lightweight
High cholesterol ... blood pressure ... diabetes
Dear anyone who still believes in Santa Claus
A bad news ...... Christmas 2013 is postponed to December 2014


The news went around the world ... Many cried and wanted to help Santa Claus
Santa must have a special health drink
The people of the Ivory Coast in West Africa using Ginger
that traditional preventive medicine ... they sent 10 bottles to Norway
Mexico created a very special health drink made with Chiaseeds
A special health drink came from Texas ... horse milk
Santa Claus drinks his medicine with a smile -
that works well for blood pressure and combustion
Maybe it will be Christmas with Santa Claus this year nevertheless ...




Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Contest Name: Santa Claus
Deadline	1/12/2014 12:00:00 AM



15.12.2013
A-L Andresen :)





Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2013

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- JUNE -


The sun constantly light flickers through the air and brighten up long nights
The summer carnations were Gods flower for the Greeks
They bloom earlier than most other species
A delight to the eye throughout the summer

Midsummer night - Midsummer Celebration 23rd and 24th June
A dear child has many names it is said,
and Midsummer night is no exception
Across Norway celebrated it with large fires
Some placed a rag doll on top of the fire
The witches burnt this night

Dance, music, porridge and flower garlands with carnations
Barbeque, Norwegian strawberries and fireworks all night
If a young girl picks seven or nine various mode herbs that night,
and put them under the pillow, she would dream of her future husband








- 03.06.2016
- Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2016

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Norwegians I have Met

I married a Norwegian boy

Way back in Nineteen-Forty-One.

That makes my children Norse by half,

My two daughters and only son.



My husband, third generation 

American at time of birth,

Never got to see ancestral land

"Ere he was taken from this Earth.



Most of modern Norwegians claim

Lutheran theology their own,

But in pagan days they worshiped

Gods like Odin, Thor and unknown.



Thor wore a belt that gave him power,

And a hammer that gave him might.

In a storm, thunder is Thor's roar,

And his hammer causes bright light.



My opinion of Norwegians is

They've no use now of Gods like Thor,

For they are a very peaceful lot

And in favor of war no more.


Written:  7/24/14


Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2014

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- The Rhymes Are Gone -

         
                         I`m not a skilled poet
                         I`m not good at writing in rhyme
                         If I write rhymes in Norwegian
                         It fit so perfectly
                         When I have to translate it to English
                         All the rhymes are gone



A-L  Andresen :)
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2011

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- Haiku X 15 - A happy day



                                        Our gorgeous May 17th
                          Decorate the birch trees with Norwegian flags
                                         Norway's national day


                                      The nation's day of celebration
                              All dress with handmade national costumes
                                     Hooray for our country in freedom








  A-L  Andresen :)
   16.05.2013


Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2013

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- Three Heads -


                    Have you heard about the Norwegian trolls with:
            Three heads - Six eyes - Three noses - Six ears - Three mouths
                        Three heads with headaches, poor Troll
                     Six eyes that will look in different directions
                 Three noses that smells both good and bad smells
                         Six ears that can hear in all directions
                      Three mouths talking louder than the other
                     How many teeth have a "Three Heads Troll" ?
                     Imagine getting toothache in all of the teeth
                      It's not nice to be a Troll with three heads











26. August 2012
A-L  Andresen :)
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2012

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Who Was That Idiot, Anyway

I met a man the other day
I think he thought he knew me
He heard me speaking with a friend
He said "Hey, are you from Kentucky?"
Well, I'm from West Virginia
He obviously doesn't know me

He grinned and then persisted
"Do you know Jethro," he inquired
"Or maybe you know Jesco?"
I wondered who he thought I was
but could not recall these people
so I just shrugged my shoulders
He obviously doesn't know me

He giggled then and called out a name
Someone he called Hillbilly
God, then names this fellow knows
I have to wonder about their parents
I smiled quietly and shook my head
He obviously doesn't know me

He seemed disappointed and on he went
"You dropped out of school in eighth grade?"
I wish. Grad School almost killed me
Even though I was a Mensa member
This guy sure knows some winners
He obviously doesn't know me

He asked if I was a moonshine farmer
I said' "no, electrical engineering"
He then accused me of never wearing shoes
So I wiggled my La Sportivas
Boy this guy sure is off the mark
He obviously doesn't know me

He surely wasn't satisfied
and started speaking strangely
It sounded vaguely Norwegian
"Venn, er du litt treg?" I asked him
He just stared at me blankly
He obviously doesn't know me

Finally, he went on his way
I told my friend, "I think he thought he knew me"
He angrily replied, "I think that he was teasing"
I laughed from deep inside, smiled then winked
"Who was that idiot, anyway?
He obviously doesn't know me"


Copyright © Shaun Herron | Year Posted 2014

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world news

World News 

Obama won the election 
With great elation 
Yet the headlines in 
Norwegian newspapers were 
About cheese importation 


Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2012

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- It Is Boring -

Freezing ...
in my bones
Purple fingers and toes
Twenty-eight finger bones X two
Twenty-eight toe bones X two
A large base with pain
Stiffness, can not be bent
Six hundred muscle cells
will not cooperate with the brain

Next minute;

Burning heat
Reading glasses ... fogging
Drops of sweat in the forehead
Red fingers and toes
The eyes sting
The letters doubles
Throat dry and sore
Cough that feels suffocating
Rib bones turned inside out
like an umbrella in storm

Feel ;

Trapped ... need oxygen
Parts of the motor nerve fiber
out of balance
The body feels ...
as a old donkey                                                                                                .
I have no patience                                                                                     .
to have the flu ... it's boring                                                                .
"Flue" mean fly on Norwegian                                                         .
A fly buzzing in the window frame                                               .
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       .... let me out ...(!)   .                                         .
               ... it's spring          .          .           .           .
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02.04.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2017

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Beware the Kraken

Legends abound from society to society
But Norwegians have one that evokes great anxiety

A mythical sea monster of immense proportions
May be fifty-feet long, or its size has some distortions

With enormous tentacles it’s said to have grabbed sailors
Squeezing and consuming the bodies of Nordic whalers

Is the Kraken truly a product of Norwegian lore?
Perhaps its targeted vessels fell to the ocean floor

“Fish tales” are popular in many seas throughout the world
But the Kraken is a squid and many ships it has hurled

Since the concept originated in Norwegian tales
Giant squid sightings are reported wherever man sails

The Kraken is surely a most intriguing sailors’ yarn
But Norwegians take heed of the tall tales that warn

For none wish to test the near-impossible validity
Of a Nordic legend ripe with vivid morbidity




*Written July 18, 2014 for Anne-Lise’s contest
(I will not be able to respond to comments at this time)


Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2014

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Happy Birthday mom

Here are my poem in Norwegian: (translation in English comming down below)

Du blir et år eldre
og du har gjort det med stil
Sekundene tikker
tiden er inne
du går inn i ett nytt år
med håp i sinnet

Tid for ettertanke
på året som gikk
drømmer som knuste
alt du ikke fikk

Men alt det gode
må du ikke glemme
alle de rundt deg
som er glad i deg
her hjemme


Nytt år, nye muligheter
er det noen som sier
nye sjanser feires
med store seremonier
Vi feirer deg og året
som nettopp har gått
og at du har klart deg
så flott

Du er verdens beste
mor og mormor
og du fortjener det beste
Derfor jeg som din datter
prøver mitt beste
på å få sagt det meste
i et dikt til deg

gratulerer med dagen mamma
jeg elsker deg 

Here are my poem in English: (hope you enjoy)

You are a year older
and you do it with style
seconds ticking
the time is right
you enter a new year
with hope in your mind

Time for reflection
the past year
dreams shattered
everything you did not receive

But all the good
do not forget
all those around you
who loves you at
home


New year, new opportunities
There are some who say
new chances celebrated
with large ceremonies
We celebrate you and the year
that have just gone
and that you have managed you
so great

You are the best
mother and grandmother
and you deserve the best
Therefore I, as your daughter
trying my best
to say most
in a poem for you

happy birthday mum
I love you

07/22/2012


Copyright © Laila Andresen Mjelde | Year Posted 2012