Best Scandinavia Poems
To San Francisco, New York City.
London, Paris, and the world.
Moscow, Russia, and Frankfort, Germany.
Switzerland, Austria, and Belgium.
I send a message to them all.
I send the nicest message, to a world
of people, who are!
Givin' and livin'.Just livin' and givin'.
Just givin' and livin', and lovin' for all.
A Merry Christmas to you darling.
A Merry Christmas to the world.
A Merry Christmas to a world of people, who are!
Givin' and livin'.Just livin' and givin'.
Just givin' and livin', and lovin' for all.
To Portugal, Ireland, and France.
To Africa, and Canada, and South America.
I send the nicest message to them all.
I send the nicest message to a world of people, who are!
Givin' and livin'.Just livin' and givin'.
Just givin' and livin', and lovin' for all.
To Spain, Mexico, and Japan.
To Sweden, Scotland, and the world.
To Scandinavia, and all of the Baltic States.
And what I've excluded, from them all.
A Merry Christmas to you darling.
A Merry Christmas to the world.
A Merry Christmas to a world of people, who are!
Givin' and livin'.Just livin' and givin'..
Just givin' and livin', and lovin' for all..
A Merry Christmas Song-By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1985,2014..ALL rights reserved..
Denmark then depart,
Norway next Sweden,
Finish in Finland.
Corruption and Covid 19 both a virus raiding our planet,
Only socialism works as in Finland in Scandinavia,
Realistically corruption has bankrupted countries, quad tripled poverty
Ruined our God given bountiful earth, brought it to its knees
Utopia that is just a mere word no country has it,
Perhaps Iran and America will go to war and we get caught in the middle,
This corruption has become insane, Russians itching to do the same,
Integration of all colours creeds and nations essential, poor and wealthy alike
Only severe repercussions will result if we don’t take action now,
Nothing seems to erase this filthy greed which has become so obtrusive.
Entering Competition: Any Acrostic Poem
Sponsor : Line Gauthier
Date 013/04/2021
MAP OF EUROPE - OBJECTUM SEXUAL *
O coastline with cool expanse of blue Atlantic
Your curves and indentations drive me frantic.
Sometimes thrust out peninsularly;
Sometimes studied docilely and scholarly;
Land stretching from White sea and Iberia
To Black Sea and Siberia.
O Europe, my virgin obsession geographical
Is verging on possession sexual.
Other continents are jealous - Africa is so island-poor, so peninsula-penniless,
And of rivers, capes and bays it has many less:
It would give a pretty penny to have just one Iberia, Jutland, or Scandinavia
To excite its smooth coast and other geographic behavior.
Australians would love islands with romantic names Capri Lesbos Rum Eig Frisian
Or an archipelago-infested sea like the Aegean.
South Americans cry themselves to sleep at night because they lack
Such Nordic coastal features as Trondheim or Skaggerak
Beijing would give all the tea in China because she must
Satisfy her desire for an Italian-shaped peninsula, a bootless lust.
Of course Asia feels no envy, for it has kukri-shaped Kamchatka
And the only large island in the world, Sumatra,
Which rhymes with the best singer in the world, Sinatra.
This Map of Europe is something I just have to possess.
My life is incomplete without its caress.
If I didn’t have it, my world would be a mess.
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NOTES
1 * “Objectum Sexual” is defined on GOOGLE as erotic
love towards an object of any sort.
2 N. B. This poem is purely fiction
Norse things of Scandinavia
offer a perspective, not trivia
of things visible and invisible
which complement each other.
intuition and imagination of things norse
are values of consequence, all endorse
not subjective, are open to interpretation real
visible and invisible seen as a whole, it’s clear.
the invisible sustains the visible of the world
whether good or bad of the senses it twirled
in flesh world the elements merge with divinity
seen with “eye of reverence” sacred is profanity.
prior to today’s world a “Great Abyss” existed
an animating spirit of silence and dark twisted
It was slain by the god brothers Vé, Vili and Odin
who built the visible world from its flesh akin.
“See a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.” By Blake’s hand.
Form: Rhyme
Date: 10.7.2014
Known for one, behind which are many more,
a Land well carved into
geographic abundance and anthropologic history.
A land of majestic fjords and of the midnight sun.
A land possessed by the people of colourful clothings
and known for rearing reindeers.
A land of the troll
both that of the scandanavian folklore
and the largest object ever moved by man.
A land of the “tran” against rickets
and one also full of romance to the brown cheese.
A land greeted with a great history of raiders
but having a landscaped virtually void of castles.
Now a modern terrain
and an advanced pasture of the Scandinavia,
glorified by its topmost position
in the eventful tussles of the winter.
There are many fjords where the Viking ships came forth.
Those mighty warriors dominated the lands up north.
The fallen in battle would go to meet Odin in Valhalla.
For quite a long time, the Vikings ruled Scandinavia.
Four centuries before Columbus, they arrived in America.
There is a descendent from the Vikings named Harald today.
The great land he rules is known as Norway.
Warrior
Musical, analytical, religious, artistic.
Son of soldiers.
Lover of Nelly, ragtime pianos, and rhythm guitars.
Who reels angst, inspiration, and regrets.
Who fears retirement, isolation, and mediocrity.
Who would like to see Scandinavia, wealth, and grandchildren.
Resident of the Monterey Peninsula.
Poet
Reaching back, way, way back
To where I originally came.
I find myself in Scandinavia
Land where the Vikings roam.
I notice the red hair and all the pale skin
And understand this was my ancestors' home.
Serene, yet filled with emptiness
Moon dust of dreams veiling the eyes
Fate: a river no strength contest
Brought you forth: a promised prize
And I with pounding heart beheld
For the first time my love and desire
Castled in flesh, and pride upwelled
For this El Dorado that many did aspire
To find, and some this gold touched
But never knew the beauty in their hands
For here mortal senses are hushed
And love ungilded dance on golden sands
That tells heart's joy for a child's birth
And coming, like soft flowers. Stared I
At the beauty that eclipsed the earth
From my mind: love in a mirrorless eye
And you were my first, my strength, my
Eternal godlikeness no logic could deny.
(Deborah ask me for a footnote: Odinkwa is not only my first son, but his name is Nigerian. Kwa
is the group of Bantu-Congo languages that includes many language groups in Ghana and
Nigeria as well. Odin is the Egyptian god Amun that became Akwashani in India and Odin in
Scandinavia. Odinkwa is the god who speaks with one voice
Fascism`s lack of Sanity
They are called Odin`s soldiers
And dress partly alike,
Leather jackets
Short cropped hair
And with an angry, righteous
Expression in white, round faces.
They claim to protect women
But they are just fascist who hates
People not like them.
For people from Syria or elsewhere
Who fled for their life
And often saw their loved ones drown,
Only came to the frozen north
As a last resort.
What people of Scandinavia need is
Intermarriage
To save them from dying drunk in
the snow.
I heard that in Russia, there are beautiful language and sexy guys
I want to hear with my own ears, see with my own eyes.
I heard that in Scandinavia, winter is freezing cold
But the people there have hearts of gold.
I heard that in Germany, there’re castles so high they stick up into the clouds
And you can pretend you’re royal, singing and laughing loud.
I heard that in Canada, you can drink maple honey sweeter than candy
It might even melt your teeth, so get a dentist ready.
I heard that in Australia, you can go for an exciting bungee jump
But then you might get a nasty bump.
I heard that in Hawaii, the sea is so clear you can see the fish
And when night falls, stars lit up for you to make a wish.
I want to go and see all these with my own eyes.
I want to make all these experiences mine.
In early medieval France
The age of the Viking prevailed
Arriving off coast of Aquitaine
from Scandinavia sailed
This historic age burnt brightly
In 799 ships arrived
breaching shores destined as Normandy
A norsemans dream contrived
A profile in history of Rollo
A man exiled sword for hire
Of such height and breadth standing well above
The hordes he would come to acquire
Known as Rollo the walker
As no steed could bare his mount
Striding to navigate siege after siege
As history will recount
Normandy land of the North men
Francia would opt to cede
As conditions drawn up over council fires
Complete with mutton and mead
They must embrace the life of Christ
leave that which is Pagan behind
Rollo agreed they could do this yet
there was one thing he did mind
required to kiss the foot of the king
In subjugation to show
He replied to no man will I thus defer
to my honor render such blow
One of his men was instructed
to take this act as his own
Jerking the kings foot up to his mouth
rolling him off of his throne
A hearty laugh was had by all
Except the king of course
by the man who led an army
Without courtesy of a horse
Time for Clearance
I was in Norway once, the paradise of social democracy,
I saw many beggars, mostly Roma people who
the inhabitant wanted to get rid of or send them out of
town in the woods where they were not seen. If you are
beggar you got to beg where the people are, foxes and
sheep and have nothing to give. There is a strong sense
of nationalism in Norway. The police did not hesitate to
round up Jews and send them to concentration, and when
the war was over most of the police officers continued in
their work upholding the law. Norway as a nation has never
looked at itself and taking tally of the nation´s behavior
during war years, instead it is lauding the few who resisted
the Nazi occupation and made them into icons. They shot
Quisling but it didn´t stop what made a quisling possible.
Still has not done so. Oil made Norway rich, yet there
is poverty amongst the low paid and incomers for whom
there is little charity. The dark side of Scandinavia- violence,-
hate against people who are different from them… those
who do not fit into the nice, but untrue picture the country
have of herself.
Siberia, Scandinavia, Canada and Taiwan have winter carnivals.
None top Quebec City’s Winter Carnival in icy marvelous Canada.
Family friendly, there is an ice hotel – Hotel de Glace.
You can make your own maple syrup popsicle, and ice sculpture.
You may take a ride with sled dogs, or go on carnival rides.
Your lunch waitress will bring your drinks in cups made of ice.
If you have a teenager, remind her or him to bring a bathing suit.
One of the most popular events is to roll in the snow wearing one.
The ice castle has taken seventy workers twelve days to build.
There is a dining room, living room, and a shower inside this palace.
You may take a shower with snow if you want while you are inside.
Lit up at night, it is extremely lovely, seen for a distance as a mirage.
Seven hundred thousand visitors attend Quebec City’s Winter Carnival.
It has been going strong since 1894; the locals take this business seriously.
This festival generates thirty million dollars and employs six hundred.
There are hot tubs, if you get cold and a phenomenal parade at the end.
This festival last for almost two weeks. “We cannot wait until next year”.
If you want to reserve a room in a hotel, you may need to reserve it now.
For 2024; because the rooms for 2023 have already been spoken for.
Quebec City is waiting for you. Pick up the phone!