Long Norway Poems
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Shirley had always dreamed of seeing the Aurora Borealis.
One night she was awakened by a giant polar bear named Alice.
I am taking you to Norway, to see the northern lights, she said.
Shirley was taken swiftly across the ice in some large sled.
The lights were better than she could have imagined with her mind.
Thank you Alice, she said to her faerie god-Animal; you were very kind.
I can take you to the Antarctic too, if you want to see the ice flow.
Maybe later, Shirley told her. For I am a bit tired of this frozen snow.
So, Shirley went to sleep, and her faerie god-Animal went away.
But she knew if she needed her, Alice would return with glee that day.
It’s terrific to know that a large white polar bear has my back Shirley said.
Her parents smiled at her whimsy and tucked her back into her bed.
Take Me To The Midnight Sun
Take me to Norway
To the sound of music
Where country sides sway
To enchanted fjords cruise
Take my hand to the northern lights
Where glaciers cap mountain tops
Forests and lakes carved into beautiful sights
Deer feeding on strawberries making me stop
Let my heart rest in museums and parks
On statues, Thor's raft and Viking ships
Add a night out for fun, for drinks after dark
Some salmon, cheese, chocolates and mischief
Norway in summer time dress opening her arms
To her terrain, beauty and natural charms
3/15/17
Sunshine Smiles
The skies open up to the beauty of Sunshine Smiles
Just the sounds of her name chimes
Sounds of her harmonize poems intertwining
Melody, rhythm, and rhyme
Like leaves on ivy vines and the taste of fine wine
In our hearts fill with tales of fairies, love, and sunshine
Leaving her beautiful inspiring presence behind
A goldmine of fine array of poems, friendships of sunshine
All the way from Norway
You’re destined to stay in our lives and flourish always
10/18/2016
Tribute to a very lovely lady Anne-Lise Andresen
Stalin
We were coming out of my friend's mother's
baking, she had given us a Danish
pastries because it was near closing time
I remember it was dark, and many people
in the narrow street, when there was
a whisper, Stalin is dead, someone said I can't
It's true, he spoke on the radio the other day
This was 1953 Norway, a few years ago
had been occupied by Nazi Germany
But according to the newspaper, Russia
was our enemy: this attitude has not changed
Russia didn't occupy Norway, but it isn't right
of the fear, the socialist leading party spread
that the economic crisis of 1953 was caused by
The dreadful man called Vladimir Stalin
Back to normal
The festivities are over, and the morning news
is about the war in Ukraine, we are told how successful
their army is shooting down 13 drones and killing a Russian in a boat.
Regarding the ongoing slaughter in Gaza, it was hardly mentioned, one assumes it was too grisly a show
so early in the morning.
On another news channel, the boat is now a warship, and many sailors were killed
the Zelinsky regime has changed the orthodox Christmas 7th of January to Europe's calendar to the applause of UE who takes delight in such matter
President Zelinsky, who has not been elected to this job,
insist he is winning the war against Russia,
his view is
echoed by Jens Stoltenberg, the NATO chief, acting as the USA's errand boy, and when a new NATO chief is elected, he has a job lined up as the governor of Oslo's State-directed bank.
So, this is what you receive when you play ball,
a top job
the king's medal in gold, and the applause from a
psychopathic press, who never fails to mention his athletic prowess, an expert terrain runner, he sprints where rabbits hesitate to run
I knew his father, an able politician, in Norway there
are political families (dynasties)
who direct the outcome of elections, and they are not even Jewish.
The people do not interfere in the political discourse
as long as beer comes in tall cans and is available
at all hours.
As we get older, things become important
the black cook in the cafe was back to work,
she had been
criticized for behaving like an angry black woman
I defended her
not easy to be a cook in a hot kitchen
my portion of bacalao was enough to take
half of it home for my evening meal
Meeting friends
I am not a nice person I have little time
for meaningless natters and tend to be grumpy
and often I can be rude, and I'm not too fond of pomposity.
I{m unfailingly friendly with people who have fallen
on a hard time, there is a musician who came to Portugal he had
A job playing the guitar at a restaurant than the pandemic struck
and musicians were the first to go.
He prefers to eat outside well aware people think he is a tramp.
He has like me have travelled much, and we have a lot to talk about
I would not dream of giving money it would be offensive.
My other new-found friend is a man who looks like a retired diplomat
he had been to Sweden and Norway and was critical how Norway
had become too reliant on oil at the expense of other industries
such as shipping, fishery and farming
He asked me one day for twenty cents I gave him 50 cents.
No, he said I only need twenty to buy lactose-free milk.
He is slightly eccentric but very learned.
In the street where I live there are many new; rich people and
as such, snobbish and often intolerable beings.
But I have two friends, and it makes it interesting leaving the house
even if it is for a short time during the day.
Oil and the conceit
I remember a country called Norway
it was not a rich country, but it was socially fair
and had employment for most people and those
who were not employed had a benefit
that kept them afloat until a job came along.
Then oil came along it was a curse the biggest
merchant fleet in the world was flagged out.
The social cohesion tore the rich became richer
the poor left behind in the wake of the disappearing
A fleet of ships. And slowly almost unseen
the NHS service was replaced with private hospitals
and worst of all the people became arrogant
tried to stop migrants they wanted the wealth for
themselves and didn`t see the country was falling
into chasm self-importance, it was not a becoming
sight, luckily, a bit late in the day, people understand
what they have lost, and there are forces who
tries to rein in excess and bring the ship into the right course
Resistance
When the German occupation of Norway ended
in April 1945, those who had willingly worked for
the occupation power was arrested.
Most of them were middle-class people and they
were sent to farms to do menial work.
(One has to add the farmers too was willing to sell
Their products to the enemy.)
Only a handful of Nazis were shot among them
Was Quisling and a few others.
There was no mass- shooting of the enemy and
the traitors, on the whole, it was rather a mild affair.
For the workers the new peace meant redundancy
as all construction works the occupants had undertaken
came to an abrupt halt.
I write this because there is in the national psyche
of the Norwegian to be a bit right-wing and haters
of foreigners especially those of Arabic heritage
Furthermore, Norway has never faced up to the past of a war
where only a few resisted.
The people with a fascistic mindset are in power today
It is sad but what can a sailor do?
The only exception is the merchant seamen
every ten of them died during the conflict, and when
they came home were told how lucky they had been
avoiding the war.
Europe is stuck in the past
Europe’s leaders have to see that the world has changed but continue to pursue a globalist agenda through the EU, where all of Europe’s nations from the cold North to temperate Spain should speak with the same voice, in happy unity
The Great Victor Orban disagreed and was hated, he believed that individual countries should decide their own future to create, if you like, a multi-power structure; globalists angrily objected to this state of affairs
Up from dark minds the Russia hatred arose among the leaders, suggesting they could arm Ukraine to go on fighting a lost war but the people do not fear Russia, in Norway it is a place for shopping, buying Russian vodka and so on
In Norway, whoever party is in charge lays down laws restricting what their inhabitants can do or not do and think, knowing what is best for the people believe, and they are not ashamed to bring religion into this. This is a micro-cosmos of
Europe’s strangulation of people’s free will and they have the nerve call this social democracy which to a set of rules that is an enemy of free will, free expression where people are banned for having an opinion contrary to officialdom
You might think restriction of booze and how much vodka you can take home after a trip to Russia, by-laws are made to make you safe and before you know, you can be arrested for carrying a cigarette lighter in your pocket
Many Christmas Trees are seen
around the Yule Season in my city;
they all are very tall and beautiful,
but the Rockefeller Plaza's Norway spruce
is the most gigantic and spectacular
with its multicolored lights that resemble stars.
Christmas is a wonderful experience on New York's City busy streets:
stores, pubs, restaurants and shops dress up with decorations so dazzling;
where else can you find a Santa ringing a bell and spreading good cheers...
wishing New Yorkers and visitors a Merry Christmas with a tone so thrilling?
On Christmas Eve, Saint Patrick's Cathedral echoes with joyful hymns,
and Child Jesus smiles at children as they caress His soft and divine face.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci