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 for my glasses
The t. shirt hangs on the balcony to dry
while I sit bare-breasted on the sofa, waiting for
the t. shirt to dry
it is the only shirt that hides my sagging stomach
The king was in Lisbon two years ago
the embassy
had a garden party, I was not invited, despite
I was the only true seaman among the lot
I blame the posh people at the embassy, who thought
I might ask the king for a bigger pension
As I said,
I was in Oslo many years ago, invited to read
poetry, which I tried to do, but next door
a horn music orchestra was training words that came
out of my mouth, died in the horrible noise
Yes, they had a flight to Lisbon this very afternoon
when the plane landed, I could have kissed
the tarmac, but being a Norwegian, I'm reserved
Whatever you do in life, you can't forget were
you were born
Categories:
oslo, 11th grade, beach, best
Form: Blank verse
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
Categories:
oslo, bereavement, hate, religion,
Form: Acrostic
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 its customary inviting grin and your
lips are a machete slash where blood has coagulated
into lumps long ago.
Dressed in red tonight in the hope of attracting
rampant lust, but since you are an old bird
you are reduced to service those with a putrid need
for violence, but even in your disgrace I know
your heart is pure.
Categories:
oslo, anger, beauty, betrayal,
Form: Blank verse
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 poetry reading was disrupted the readers
a military band next door a blessing for the listeners of
trite words of love. Among the naïve public, women looking
for sex with young poets thinking it was romantic.
What a moth- eaten group of poets assembled in this cold and
indifferent land, hope is when they came home sat down and
through hard work gave birth to poetry.
Categories:
oslo, business, care, celebrity, chicago,
Form: Blank verse
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 wander
unceasingly on the
fjords.
Categories:
oslo, world,
Form: Free verse
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 people good food, this is
no longer so as we are full, need not eat the usual to survive,
that is why food has become degeneration an entertainment
for the rich who do no longer see food as survival for the hard
working but as a sort of enjoyment for the jaded palate.
But I was walking around Oslo´s bleak streets I came across
a place called “Bondeheimen” they had meat cakes with boiled
potatoes and gravy and I knew good food will always prevail.
Bondeheimen: “farmer´s home”
Categories:
oslo, humorous, social, food,
Form: Burlesque
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 who feel they have been invaded by an alien
culture and feel they are losing ground ( they are not)
that only violence and war can restore the old order.
Can you stop a tsunami? No, but you can built higher
seawalls. Can you stop an earthquake? No, but you can
build better and stronger houses and go on living.
Yet I fear an Armageddon the world is changing and
a new and better world order is arising, if we cannot grasp
this the west will sink into anarchy and bloodshed.
Categories:
oslo, angstworld,
Form: I do not know?