Norway
The wonders of Norway!
Age should speak and,
Many years ought to teach wisdom;
Look to the heavens and see,
The clouds are higher than you.
Of the deep sleep that fell unto man while,
He slumbered on his bed;
Oh Norway! Beautiful as you are,
I need to visit you again.
The wonders of Norway,
My days passed swifter than a courrier;
The wonders of Norway,
A momentary perception of joy;
The wonders of Norway,
Out of the handsome came beautiful;
My ears have heard of you and,
My eyes have seen you too;
I need to visit you again.
Can you pull Babylon with a fish hook?
Bring forth the blind who have eyes;
Can you walk on your head?
Bring forth the dearf who have ears;
Visit and know the wonders of Norway,
It will always be with you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Norway, norway
Norway, Norway,
Rising in blue from the sea's gray and green,
Islands around like fledglings tender,
Fjord-tongues with slender,
Tapering tips in the silence seen.
Rivers, valleys,
Mate among mountains, wood-ridge and slope
Wandering follow. Where the wastes lighten,
Lake and plain brighten
Hallow a temple of peace and hope.
Norway, Norway,
Houses and huts, not castles grand,
Gentle or hard,
Thee we guard, thee we guard,
Thee, our future's fair land.
Norway, Norway,
Glistening heights where skis swiftly go,
Harbors with fishermen, salts, and craftsmen,
Rivers and raftsmen,
Herdsmen and horns and the glacier-glow.
Moors and meadows,
Runes in the woodlands, and wide-mown swaths,
Cities like flowers, streams that run dashing
Out to the flashing
White of the sea, where the fish-school froths.
Norway, Norway,
Houses and huts, not castles grand,
Gentle or hard,
Thee we guard, thee we guard,
Thee, our future's fair land.
poem by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I am living in Norway, where I am under the care of the best cancer doctor in Norway and I can be closer to my family.
quote by Grete Waitz
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Time For Clearance
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.
poem by Oskar Hansen
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
There was a Young Lady of Norway,
Who casually sat on a doorway;
When the door squeezed her flat,
She exclaimed, 'What of that?'
This courageous Young Lady of Norway.
by Edward Lear from A Book of Nonsense (1846)
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
September travel
September Travel
I’ve packed my suitcase ready to go to Norway in
September, extra jumpers, wooly socks and two
bottles of whisky; well, I’m only staying there for
four days, but there might be a war breaking out.
Booze is very expensive in Norway so I can’t go
into bars, but sit in a tiny hotel room drink good
whisky from a glass in the bathroom, the one used
to brush ones teeth in the morning.
I will be walking around in streets where no one
knows me, there will be rain and I have no umbrella,
and I will end up in one of those expensive bars,
just standing there drinking and talking to no one.
I have unpacked my suitcase, and opened one of
the bottles and sit in my favourite chair drinking
a drop, I will not be going back to Norway this year,
the dog is old and can’t be left alone in a kennel,
poem by Jan Oskar Hansen
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
At Hansteen's Bier
God, we thank Thee for the dower
Thou gavest Norway in his power,
Whom in the grave we now shall lay!
Starlit paths of thoughts that awe us
His spirit found; his deeds now draw us
To deeds, as mighty magnets play.
He was the first to stand
A light in our free land;
Of our present the first fair crown,
The first renown,
At Norway's feet he laid it down.
We his shining honors sharing,
And humble now his body bearing,
Shall sing with all the world our praise.
God, who ever guides our nation,
Hath called us to a high vocation
And shown where He our goal doth raise.
People of Norway, glad
Go on, as God us bade!
God has roused you; He knows whereto,
Though we are few.
With Him our future we shall view.
poem by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
All Alone
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
HER CHILDREN GROWN
WITH FAMILY OF THEIR OWN
SHE WONDERS WHAT HAPPEN
CHILDREN ALL OF THREE
THEY HAVE GROWN LIKE FRUIT UPON THE TREES
GRANDCHILDREN SHE HAS SIX
GETTING HARDER TO REMEMBER THEIR NAMES
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
NO ONE COMES TO VISIT
HER GRANDCHILDREN DOESN, T KNOW HER
HER CHILDREN HAS FORSAKEN HER
SHE WONDERS WHY
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
SHE LOVED HER CHILDREN DEARLY
WANTED NOTHING BUT THE BEST
WORKED HARD AND WENT WITHOUT
HER CHILDREN SHE WOULD DIE FOR
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
SHE WONDERS WHY
SHE THOUGHT THEY WOULD BE AROUND HER
LIKE ALL MOTHERS DO
GET TOGETHERS ON SUNDAYS
SEE A MOVIE OR TWO
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
SHE REEKS HER BRAIN
WONDERS WHAT DID SHE EVER DO
TO GET SUCH COLD TREATMENT
FROM THE BABIES SHE ONCE KNEW
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
THE ANGELS CAME AND CARRIED HER HOME
poem by Verna Ralph
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Anthem
Words and music by geddy lee, alex lifeson, and neil peart
Know your place in life is where you want to be
Dont let them tell you that you owe it all to me
Keep on looking forward, no use in looking round
Hold your head above the ground and they wont bring you
Down
Anthem of the heart and anthem of the mind
A funeral dirge for eyes gone blind
We marvel after those who sought
New wonders in the world, wonders in the world,
Wonders in the world they wrought
Live for yourself -- theres no one else
More worth living for
Begging hands and bleeding hearts will
Only cry out for more
Well, I know theyve always told you
Selfishness was wrong
Yet it was for me, not you, i
Came to write this song
song performed by by Rush
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
A Dayat The Beach
A Day at the Beach
Lunch at a restaurant near the sea, sun drenched and blue,
“I couldn’t take my eyes of you, ” as the song goes. Twice
before the sea had tried to drag me under, but now it was
friendly and I could not resist its pull.
Friends warned, me do not go into the sea, I disregarded
their plea stripped naked and began my descent. Police
came, they spoke softly, had big towels hiding my nudity.
They dressed me like I was a shop window doll, and since
I was seriously sober gave me the car keys, they had my
name and I was warned not to visit this beach anymore.
It was the 17 of May Norway’s day, but they had all gone
home and I was alone singing the national anthem on
Nirvana’s darkening strand
poem by Oskar Hansen
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Infinitesimal Wonders
Infinitesimal wonders
Poetry and always begins
With no ends
Smile and not laugh
Visit and feel
Only question
Within
Poetry infinitesimal
Wonders
Not ours.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
We have to find compromises. That's the way it is in Norway.
quote by Kjell Magne Bondevik
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
I want to travel. Maybe I'll end up living in Norway, making cakes.
My Wonders
I wish I needed to wonder no more
About the wonders I do so very much adore;
I get down upon bended knee and pray
For this wonder to finally go away,
Supplanted by the wonders-these wonders of mine-
So that I may at last, leave this wonder behind!
Alas, wonder is all I now possess-
Though, about these wonders, I do now obsess:
How are they, I wonder? My mind wanders
To them each and every day, as it ponders
Their fate, in light of the wonder taken from their sight-
I wonder if, perhaps, they just might
See me as a wonder, contrariwise-
Sadly, my wonder must suffice, until our reprise!
-Maurice Harris,27 July 2011
poem by Maurice Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
From Childhood To Manhood
He wonders why his emotions come out.
When things in his life does not go right.
Demons that he struggles with and fight.
He wonders why his childhood family have stop communicating with him.
He wonders how things have change when we have matured.
He wonders how fast that his life went by sometimes he cry when
someone special die.
He have dreams of close people that he wish that was still alive.
He wonders why some of the people that he loved have left.
He wonders why its tough to make it in life but its really hard to go through death.
Memories that he love most that ended bad.
Which he truthfully knew that person who he could get along with the most out of any other person.
His heart is sunk down, but he is truthfully hurt with so much pain.
Sometimes he feels that things will never be the same when it rains.
He wonders why his friends that are alive have change since we grew.
All that matters if only that they knew.
Money never matters to him.
Because his family and friends was his support that makes him have a strong heart.
He wonders how will he die only time will tell as years pass by
He only live by the truth not by a lie only whats real that meets the eye.
poem by Anteaus Berryhill
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Blind Eyes
We stare out around us
and sometimes never see
all the wonders that surround us.
Our eyes look at only
whatever catches our first glance.
We miss all the other things
that go on around us there.
We look with blind eyes
missing all that we should see.
The world and all its splendour,
which is ours to enjoy.
So the next time you sit
on a park bench somewhere.
Look beyond what you first see,
at all the wonders of creation there.
poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Ape
Blue seas red summers
Long years in slumber
Deaf ears hear thunder
Dump lips speak wonders
Red eyes burning through the night
Giant wings rise up in flight
On the dark earth choked with life
Natures creature stands upright
See the beast upon the land
Kneeling in the burning sand
And his heart beats in his hand
Dead seas long summers
Lost years in slumber
Blind eyes seek wonders
Old hearts beat thunder
song performed by by Level 42
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Sadness on Their Faces
The muse of the Stock Fish of Norway,
With many nationals to enjoy it with love;
But, someone took a gun and killed many people! !
For he was impregnated with hatred,
And that has now brought up the sadnes on the faces of the Norwegians.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I really enjoy myself in Norway. Because I had started losing confidence in my ability of what I do. But sometimes, man, you just get tired of fighting and trying to prove yourself.
quote by Ike Turner
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
I had to inspect all fighter units in Russia, Africa, Sicily, France, and Norway. I had to be everywhere.
quote by Adolf Galland
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Baltic Fog Notes
Seven days all fog, all mist, and the turbines pounding through high seas.
I was a plaything, a rat’s neck in the teeth of a scuffling mastiff.
Fog and fog and no stars, sun, moon.
Then an afternoon in fjords, low-lying lands scrawled in granite languages on a gray sky,
A night harbor, blue dusk mountain shoulders against a night sky,
And a circle of lights blinking: Ninety thousand people here.
Among the Wednesday night thousands in goloshes and coats slickered for rain,
I learned how hungry I was for streets and people.
I would rather be water than anything else.
I saw a drive of salt fog and mist in the North Atlantic and an iceberg dusky as a cloud in the gray of morning.
And I saw the dream pools of fjords in Norway … and the scarf of dancing water on the rocks and over the edges of mountain shelves.
Bury me in a mountain graveyard in Norway.
Three tongues of water sing around it with snow from the mountains.
Bury me in the North Atlantic.
A fog there from Iceland will be a murmur in gray over me and a long deep wind sob always.
Bury me in an Illinois cornfield.
The blizzards loosen their pipe organ voluntaries in winter stubble and the spring rains and the fall rains bring letters from the sea.
poem by Carl Sandburg
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!