Oslo Poems - Poems about Oslo

Oslo I was in Oslo once and saw the old king riding a horse, but I was a painting of the Danish king the king of Norway is more moderate  he drives Bentley The king and I are of the same age, he looks stylish in his admiral uniform with gold tresses  I wear a black T-shirt. shirt it has a pocket...

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Oh how can a religion speak such hatred Slaying innocent people who bear no ills Love can and will conquer over such evil On a day like today peace and love united...

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Street Walker in Oslo As the black-winged night occupies my balcony and spread its wings in triumph and shop lights try in vain to illuminate and gladden a grubby street I see you leaving your flat and begin your night shift As you walk past splashes of yellow light, I can see your white powdered face has not yet settled into...

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Poetry Reading in Oslo Never had the lack of talent exhibited itself in so many poets. I`m referring to a poetry fest in Oslo- years ago- for whom Norwegian was not their first language. On a wooden table, booklets of third- rate poetry trying to look invisible disowning the poet`s feeble effort to make words sing. The...

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Oslo Sonnet Today I made a vegetarian meal it was not any good, but we ate it, after all, it was healthy and I remembered the time when I had the idea of becoming a vegetarian cook or chef as it is called now got an interview in Oslo and took the night train. Third class...

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I walk around in the parks of Oslo A bird scrapes Ibsen’s ear with its beak The ash-colored seagulls Strut on the square They resemble unsightly hens An ensemble from South America Plays music of the Andes With long violent colored flutes The summer night is so generous The day can’t fill itself with obscurity For a long time Here the greatest paladins Aren’t princes with swords But valiant scouting navigators Who gave other dimensions to the world. Their unyielding spirits Are not in museums They...

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Food in Oslo Before pizza ruined Scandinavian cuisine it was wholesome, nourishing and tasted good. Ok, so it was plain and it didn´t have mysterious spices, the meat you ate tasted like meat or if a fish dish of fish, you know what you were eating. Food used to be a simple science about feeding...

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Reflection after Oslo. Summer fjords and inland lakes, forests and clean air. Prosperous, the kingdom and future was bright, then the killer struck and darkness descended. Why us? We are peace loving people we are democrats and embrace multi culturalism. But from the dark depth of Europe’s soul there is a cry that cannot be stilled. People...

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