Poems & News: I evighetens perspektiv er øyeblikket som et liv.....

Poems & News: I evighetens perspektiv er øyeblikket som et liv.....: Sommer over hver en bakketopp, skjønne dager, lyse netter, det er hva vi drømmer om på en vintermorgen. Kjærlighetens gamle sang lys...

Poems & News: Look: I can see them, staring at me, as I gaze bac...

Poems & News: Look: I can see them, staring at me, as I gaze bac...: So don't be afraid of tomorrow... Sometimes, It's like being lonely. But, I have meet you, In the space, Fantastic, Watch...

Look: I can see them, staring at me, as I gaze back, glassy eyes, they are open to all, but not me... My non-existent heart, beating silently...

So don't be afraid of tomorrow...
Sometimes,
It's like being lonely.
But,
I have meet you,
In the space,
Fantastic,
Watch the air clouds,
Are you there?
Time through the hour glass,
Or you can keep going,
Embracing what you have,
Realising what there is...
Until you reach the crossroads.
Because life bring the people,
The ones you want,
So:
To remember yesterday,
Gives today everything you are.

Poems & News: Se alejaran en el otoño las golondrinas de la luna...

Poems & News: Se alejaran en el otoño las golondrinas de la luna...: Drar de om høsten svalene på månen ? Og vil de komme tilbake til balkongene fulle av aske ?

Poems & News: Are You're the movie, I wish I had never watched, ...

Poems & News: Are You're the movie, I wish I had never watched, ...: To think a flower is to see and smell it, And to eat a fruit is to know its meaning.

Poems & News: We pass and dream, Earth smiles, Virtue is rare, A...

Poems & News: We pass and dream, Earth smiles, Virtue is rare, A...: We live on,  But,  Don`t understand the life ! Whether to suffer - so odd ! Or to triumph ? Be jealous or offer : My thanks to God I...

Poems & News: Er ikke aldri bedre enn sent ? --- No es mejor nu...

Poems & News: Er ikke aldri bedre enn sent ? --- No es mejor nu...: My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot; My heart is like an apple tree Whose boughs are bent with thickset ...

Er ikke aldri bedre enn sent ? --- No es mejor nunca que tarde ? --- Is not never better than late ?...

My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a watered shoot;
My heart is like an apple tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
Because my love is come to me...

Raise me a dais of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.

Poems & News: Between modernity and Tradition ! Memory and imagi...

Poems & News: Between modernity and Tradition ! Memory and imagi...: Lightning a source... In the night`s inner ? Why was everything so bright ? Was it a star beyond the dark ? That crackled through...

Between modernity and Tradition ! Memory and imagination !

Lightning a source...
In the night`s inner ?
Why was everything so bright ?
Was it a star beyond the dark ?
That crackled through the earth`s breast ?

The God of forest concerned with a large glowing gem...
Heavy brilliant fall through the dark red and green one by one of lightning...

Lived bird throat have ample a world of peace 
and tranquillity...
A wild bird beak lifted toward heaven...
A bird`s heart in darkness of night song
Peace, peace, peace on this planet...
Does it help ?

Poems & News: Do you remember ?

Poems & News: Do you remember ?: Do you remember an Inn, My friend? Do you remember an Inn? And the tedding and the spreading Of the straw for a bedding. And the fleas...

Poems & News: Remember that the more connected you feel to other...

Poems & News: Remember that the more connected you feel to other...: Martorps fallet. What d`you hold holy? Where is your Base? Who is your model? Me Again? My hunting-gun idle Till autumn arrives,...

Poems & News: Kunst gibt nicht das Sichtbare weider, sondern mac...

Poems & News: Kunst gibt nicht das Sichtbare weider, sondern mac...: Eine aktive Linie, die sich frei ergeht, ein Spaziergang um seiner selbst willen, ohne Ziel. Das agens ist ein Punkt, der sich versch...

Poems & News: Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher ...

Poems & News: Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher ...

Poems & News: Are You're the movie, I wish I had never watched, ...

Poems & News: Are You're the movie, I wish I had never watched, ...: To think a flower is to see and smell it, And to eat a fruit is to know its meaning.

Poems & News: The sun arises in the East, Cloth'd in robes of bl...

Poems & News: The sun arises in the East, Cloth'd in robes of bl...: Joys upon our branches sit, Chirping loud and singing sweet; Like gentle streams beneath our feet Innocence and virtue meet. Th...

The sun arises in the East, Cloth'd in robes of blood and gold; swords and spears and wrath increas'd all around his bossom roll'd, crown'd with warlike fires and raging desires.

Joys upon our branches sit,
Chirping loud and singing sweet;
Like gentle streams beneath our feet
Innocence and virtue meet.

Thou the golden fruit dost bear,
I am clad in flowers fair;
Thy sweet boughs perfume the air,
And the turtle buildeth there.

Love and harmony combine,
And around our souls entwine
While thy branches mix with mine,
And our roots together join.

There she sits and feeds her young,
Sweet I hear her mournful song.
And thy lovely leaves among.
There is love, I hear his tongue.

There his charming nest doth lay,
There he sleeps the night away;
There he sports along the day,
And doth among our branches play.

Poems & News: Every afternoon in Syria a child dies, every after...

Poems & News: Every afternoon in Syria a child dies, every after...: What kind of people do this ? The dead wear wings of moss. The wind cloudy and the wind clean are two pheasants that circle the to...

Every afternoon in Syria a child dies, every afternoon. Every afternoon the water sits down to talk things over with its friends...

What kind of people do this ?

The dead wear wings of moss.
The wind cloudy and the wind clean
are two pheasants that circle the towers
and the day is a wounded boy.

What kind of people do this ?

No blade of lark remains in the air
when i found you there in the streets.
No crumb of cloud remained on the land
when you were drowning in the river.

What kind of people do this ?

A giant of water or was it bombs,
fell over the towns like;
Cats and dogs... Or.
Your body, shadowed violet by my hands,
or my conscience dead on the bank,
Or was there a bomb or how make this ?

What kind of people do this ?

What kind of people ?

Poems & News: De rikeste stunder i menneskelivet er ikke ånden m...

Poems & News: De rikeste stunder i menneskelivet er ikke ånden m...: To a Prize Bird You suit me well; for you can make me laugh, Nor are you blinded by the chaff That every wind sends spinning from the r...

Poems & News: As I wander'd the forest,The green leaves among, I...

Poems & News: As I wander'd the forest,The green leaves among, I...: 'I slept in the earth In the silent night, I murmur'd my fears And I felt delight. 'In the morning I went, As ro...

Poems & News: Nature as FAIRY-TALES

Poems & News: Nature as FAIRY-TALES: Spring and summertime  The nature is a fairy-tale I`ve lost my sleep, all day, all night I languish, Which indicates that in my native...

Poems & News: The Story of Solomon Waste...

Poems & News: The Story of Solomon Waste...: This is all the story of Solomon Waste. Always hurrying yet never in haste, He fussed and work and toiled all frothing And at the end o...

Poems & News: Are You're the movie, I wish I had never watched, ...

Poems & News: Are You're the movie, I wish I had never watched, ...: To think a flower is to see and smell it, And to eat a fruit is to know its meaning.

Are You're the movie, I wish I had never watched, alive in my mind, constantly playing to remind me, that we would never happen...

To think a flower
is to see and smell it,

And to eat a fruit is to
know its meaning.

Poems & News: I love the jocund dance, the softly breathing song...

Poems & News: I love the jocund dance, the softly breathing song...: I love the laughing vale, I love the echoing hill, Where mirth does never fall, And the jolly swain laughs his fill. I love the ...

I love the jocund dance, the softly breathing song, where innocent eyes do glance, and where lips the maiden's tongue...

I love the laughing vale,
I love the echoing hill,
Where mirth does never fall,
And the jolly swain laughs his fill.

I love the pleasant cot,
I love the innocent bow'r,
Where white and brown is our lot,
Our fruit in the mid-day hour.

I love the oaken seat,
Beneath the oaken tree,
Where all the old villagers meet,
And laugh our sports to see.

I love our neighbours all,
But, ? .... I better love thee;
And love them I ever shall,
But thou art all to me..

Poems & News: Daybreak in the apple grove. Little gold bees were...

Poems & News: Daybreak in the apple grove. Little gold bees were...: The song I'll never speak, on the tip of my tongue fell  asleep. The song I'll never speak. On the honeysuckle a firefly ...

Poems & News: We whispered in your ear that secret few goddesses...

Poems & News: We whispered in your ear that secret few goddesses...: Not me, for I'd not dare tell you...

Poems & News: The four stages of man are infancy, childhood, ado...

Poems & News: The four stages of man are infancy, childhood, ado...: Words are men`s daughters, but God`s sons are things !...

Poems & News: Now old man`s talk o` the days behind me: My dater...

Poems & News: Now old man`s talk o` the days behind me: My dater...: Critical age Fearsome, awesome - Too late to change ! - You`ve come for me also, My critical age ! No weakling am I, Yet I don`t f...

Poems & News: For each age is a dream that is dying. Or one that...

Poems & News: For each age is a dream that is dying. Or one that...: The past dream We are the world makers, We are the dreamers of dreams ... We are the movers and shakers Of the world for ever, it seam...

Poems & News: Up an down the City Road, In and out the fancy res...

Poems & News: Up an down the City Road, In and out the fancy res...: Did you ever notice that when  a politician does get an idea he usually gets it all wrong... Honesty is a good thing but, it is not...

Poems & News: The four stages of man are infancy, childhood, ado...

Poems & News: The four stages of man are infancy, childhood, ado...: Words are men`s daughters, but God`s sons are things !...

Poems & News: Now old man`s talk o` the days behind me: My dater...

Poems & News: Now old man`s talk o` the days behind me: My dater...: Critical age Fearsome, awesome - Too late to change ! - You`ve come for me also, My critical age ! No weakling am I, Yet I don`t f...

Poems & News: Every time I write a story I lose a friend...

Poems & News: Every time I write a story I lose a friend...: Joy, beautiful radiance of the gods, daughter of Elysium, We set foot in your heavenly shrine dazzled by your brilliance. Your charms re...

Poems & News: They never taste who always drink; They always tal...

Poems & News: They never taste who always drink; They always tal...: No, no; for my virginity, When I lost that, says Rose, I'll die: Behind the elms last night, cried Dick, Rose, were you not extremely...

Poems & News: What a fine day !

Poems & News: What a fine day !: When I am sad and weary, When I think all hope has gone, When I walk along High Street I think of you with nothing on... Have a nice...

Poems & News: De rikeste stunder i menneskelivet er ikke ånden m...

Poems & News: De rikeste stunder i menneskelivet er ikke ånden m...: To a Prize Bird You suit me well; for you can make me laugh, Nor are you blinded by the chaff That every wind sends spinning from the r...

Poems & News: As I wander'd the forest,The green leaves among, I...

Poems & News: As I wander'd the forest,The green leaves among, I...: 'I slept in the earth In the silent night, I murmur'd my fears And I felt delight. 'In the morning I went, As ro...

Poems & News: All the madness of the sweet days is lamented in t...

Poems & News: All the madness of the sweet days is lamented in t...: And there arrive the dark fighters, the flesh decked in faith and splendour, and pleasure with its whimsical distraction, but,  alas...

Poems & News: Some never think of it. You did. You'd come along ...

Poems & News: Some never think of it. You did. You'd come along ...: It made me smile and hug you then. Now I can only smile. But, Look, the flowers you nearly brought, Has lasted all this while.

Some never think of it. You did. You'd come along and say you'd nearly brought me... But something had gone wrong.

It made me smile and hug you then.
Now I can only smile.
But, Look, the flowers you nearly brought,
Has lasted all this while.

Poems & News: Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher ...

Poems & News: Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher ...

Poems & News: Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher ...

Poems & News: Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher ...

Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher swept off his tall hat to the Squire's own daughter, so let the imprisoned larks escape and fly Singing about her head as she rode by.

Poems & News: Jeg kom fra bortenfor havet og hvor drar jeg når h...

Poems & News: Jeg kom fra bortenfor havet og hvor drar jeg når h...: The wild winds weep, And the night is a-cold; Come hither, Sleep, And my griefs unfold: But lo ! the morning peeps Over the easter...

Jeg kom fra bortenfor havet og hvor drar jeg når havet avskjærer meg ? --- Yo llegue de detrás del mar y donde voy cuando me ataja ?

The wild winds weep,
And the night is a-cold;
Come hither, Sleep,
And my griefs unfold:
But lo ! the morning peeps
Over the eastern steeps,
And the rustling beds of dawn
The earth do scorn.

Lo! to the vault
Of paved heaven,
With sorrow fraught
My notes are driven:
They strike the ear of night,
Make weep the eyes of day;
They make mad the roaring winds,
And with tempests play.

Like a find in a cloud,
With howling woe
After night I do crowd,
And with night will go;
I turn my back to the east
From whence comforts have increas'd
With frantic pain...

Poems & News: Good morning is like the morning stars sang togeth...

Poems & News: Good morning is like the morning stars sang togeth...: There be three things which are  too wonderful for me, yea, four which I know not; Or perhaps more: The way of an eagle in the air; Th...

Poems & News: Most English talk is a quadrille in a sentry-box.....

Poems & News: Most English talk is a quadrille in a sentry-box.....: Or were I in the wildest waste, London town is like a desert as in the paradise... Sae black and bare, sae black and bare, The desert w...

Poems & News: De rikeste stunder i menneskelivet er ikke ånden m...

Poems & News: De rikeste stunder i menneskelivet er ikke ånden m...: To a Prize Bird You suit me well; for you can make me laugh, Nor are you blinded by the chaff That every wind sends spinning from the r...

Poems & News: Out of that bungled, unwise war an alp of forgiven...

Poems & News: Out of that bungled, unwise war an alp of forgiven...: Let us hope that the world can get some of the Arabic leaders to understand that they do not own their country or  people living there....

Poems & News: Folds down each middle, separates halves, who will...

Poems & News: Folds down each middle, separates halves, who will...: Pulled each side, Moving to one or the other, Though stubborn. Is this our life ?... Love and harmony combine, And around our s...

Folds down each middle, separates halves, who will have which side ? Or shapes maybe, sitting like rigid birds, waiting to be dissembled. What is it ?...

Pulled each side,
Moving to one or the other,
Though stubborn.
Is this our life ?...

Love and harmony combine,
And around our souls entwine
While thy branches mix with mine,
And our roots together join.

Poems & News: As I wander'd the forest,The green leaves among, I...

Poems & News: As I wander'd the forest,The green leaves among, I...: 'I slept in the earth In the silent night, I murmur'd my fears And I felt delight. 'In the morning I went, As ro...

Poems & News: We look before and after, And pine for what is not...

Poems & News: We look before and after, And pine for what is not...

Poems & News: Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days ! co...

Poems & News: Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days ! co...: I the roses love in the gardens of ... Cast your mind on other days That we in coming days may be... In dreams begins human... So let u...

Poems & News: Here I sit, alone and sixty eight, Bald and fat, ...

Poems & News: Here I sit, alone and sixty eight, Bald and fat, ...: The art of Biography Is different from Geography. Geography is about Maps, But, Biography is about Chaps... Please have a nice day !...

Poems & News: To the seagull high above the pine-woods of the co...

Poems & News: To the seagull high above the pine-woods of the co...: Sail bright boat, winged banner, in my verse, stitch, body of silver, your emblem across the shirt of the icy firmament, oh, avi...

Poems & News: We whispered in your ear that secret few goddesses...

Poems & News: We whispered in your ear that secret few goddesses...: Not me, for I'd not dare tell you...

Poems & News: Slik, venner, farer livet med all verdens løvetenn...

Poems & News: Slik, venner, farer livet med all verdens løvetenn...: Dead in the cold, a song-singing thrush, Dead at the foot of a snow-berry bush,- Weave him a coffin of rush. Dig him a grave where the s...

Poems & News: Se ven desde las barandas, por el monte, monte, mo...

Poems & News: Se ven desde las barandas, por el monte, monte, mo...: Sus ojos en las umbrías se empanan de inmensa noche, En los recados del aire cruje la aurora salobre. Un cielo de mulos blancos...

Poems & News: Se ven desde las barandas, por el monte, monte, mo...

Poems & News: Se ven desde las barandas, por el monte, monte, mo...: Sus ojos en las umbrías se empanan de inmensa noche, En los recados del aire cruje la aurora salobre. Un cielo de mulos blancos...

Se ven desde las barandas, por el monte, monte, monte, mulos y sombras de mulos cargados de girasoles.

Sus ojos en las umbrías
se empanan de inmensa noche,
En los recados del aire
cruje la aurora salobre.

Un cielo de mulos blancos
cierra sus ojos de azogue,
dando a la quieta penumbra
un final de corazones.
Y el agua se pone fría
para que nadie la toque.
Agua loca y descubierta
por el monte, monte, monte.

San Miguel, lleno de encajes
en la alcoba de su torre,
ensena sus bellos mulos
cenidos por los faroles.

Poems & News: As I wander'd the forest,The green leaves among, I...

Poems & News: As I wander'd the forest,The green leaves among, I...: 'I slept in the earth In the silent night, I murmur'd my fears And I felt delight. 'In the morning I went, As ro...

As I wander'd the forest,The green leaves among, I heard a Wild Flower singing a song...

'I slept in the earth
In the silent night,
I murmur'd my fears
And I felt delight.

'In the morning I went,
As rosy as morn,
To seek for new joy;
But I met with scorn.'

Poems & News: Come hither, my Sparrow... My little arrow. If a t...

Poems & News: Come hither, my Sparrow... My little arrow. If a t...: There's not a Shakespeare sonnet Or a Beethoven quartet That is easy to like Or hard to forget. You think that sounds Extrava...

Come hither, my Sparrow... My little arrow. If a tear or a smile will a man beguile, if an amorous delay clouds a sunshiny day. If the step of a foot smites the heart to its root. Makes each fairy a king... So a Fairy sung, from the leaves I sprang; He leap'd from the spray to flee away; But in my heart he stay...

There's not a Shakespeare sonnet
Or a Beethoven quartet
That is easy to like
Or hard to forget.

You think that sounds
Extravagant ?
I like the sound of you,
I like you more than I would
Like to tell you...
I haven't finished yet -
I only want to thank you
For your friendship. 
That is the 
Poem's and Music off the life...

Poems & News: Life is not worth having, with all it can give; Fo...

Poems & News: Life is not worth having, with all it can give; Fo...: Come over the oceans, With food and something to eat, Over the great oceans, With hope and prosperity, Over the oceans of boundless hor...

Poems & News: Se alejaran en el otoño las golondrinas de la luna...

Poems & News: Se alejaran en el otoño las golondrinas de la luna...: Drar de om høsten svalene på månen ? Og vil de komme tilbake til balkongene fulle av aske ?

Poems & News: What can be read on walls...

Poems & News: What can be read on walls...: Perhaps, perhaps oblivion on earth, like a mantle can develop growth and  nourish life (maybe), like dark humus in the forest. Perh...

Poems & News: Fame is a food that old men eat,--- I have no stom...

Poems & News: Fame is a food that old men eat,--- I have no stom...: Pollution... Of the stomach. The ladies of St.James's! They're painted to the eyes; Their white it stays for ever, Thei...

Poems & News: Life is one long process of getting tiered...

Poems & News: Life is one long process of getting tiered...: I'd give anything if only my life were an donkey Squeaking down the road, early one morning And later resuming to where it started, T...

Poems & News: My only solution for the problem of habitual accid...

Poems & News: My only solution for the problem of habitual accid...: The thunder of seas can be heard from afar, If Hormuz closes, what than ? Their radiance dumbfounds and awes. No time has their water fo...

Poems & News: If I could take a bit of the whole earth and get a...

Poems & News: If I could take a bit of the whole earth and get a...: But I don't always want to be happy. One must be unhappy now and then just to be able to be natural... Not every day is fair...

Poems & News: Se alejaran en el otoño las golondrinas de la luna...

Poems & News: Se alejaran en el otoño las golondrinas de la luna...: Drar de om høsten svalene på månen ? Og vil de komme tilbake til balkongene fulle av aske ?

Poems & News: Somewhere on the other side of this wide night and...

Poems & News: Somewhere on the other side of this wide night and...: The room is turning slowly away from the moon. I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills and ocean I would have to cross to reach...

Poems & News: In my country there is a mountain. In my country t...

Poems & News: In my country there is a mountain. In my country t...: Night climbs up to the mountain. Hunger goes down to the river Come with me... Who are are those who suffer? I do not know, but the...

Poems & News: Por que no nací misterioso? Por que crecí sin com...

Poems & News: Por que no nací misterioso? Por que crecí sin com...: We pass and dream, Earth smiles, Virtue is rare. Age, duty, money, Gods weight on our conscious bliss. Hope for the best and for the wor...

Poems & News: How sweet I roam'd from field to field and tasted ...

Poems & News: How sweet I roam'd from field to field and tasted ...: Love and harmony combine, And around our souls entwine While thy branches mix with mine. And our roots together join. There his cha...

Poems & News: To see a Word in a grain sand, and a heaven in a w...

Poems & News: To see a Word in a grain sand, and a heaven in a w...: To my friend's I write My first vision of light, On the yellow sands sitting, The sun was emitting, His glorious beams From hea...

Poems & News: To the seagull high above the pine-woods of the co...

Poems & News: To the seagull high above the pine-woods of the co...: Sail bright boat, winged banner, in my verse, stitch, body of silver, your emblem across the shirt of the icy firmament, oh, avi...

Poems & News: Here I sit, alone and sixty eight, Bald and fat, ...

Poems & News: Here I sit, alone and sixty eight, Bald and fat, ...: The art of Biography Is different from Geography. Geography is about Maps, But, Biography is about Chaps... Please have a nice day !...

Poems & News: Tu tu tu tu Yo yo yo yo ;Quien ;Ni tu ni yo! ---...

Poems & News: Tu tu tu tu Yo yo yo yo ;Quien ;Ni tu ni yo! ---...: Dona Catalina had a single gold hair among her shadowy tresses. (For whom am I waiting, dear God, for whom am I waiting?) Dona ...

Tu tu tu tu Yo yo yo yo ;Quien ;Ni tu ni yo! --- You you you you me me me me Who?... not you! not me!...

Dona Catalina
had a single gold hair
among her shadowy
tresses.

(For whom am I waiting,
dear God,
for whom am I waiting?)

Dona Catalina
walks slowly
scattering little green stars
in the night.

(Not here
& not there
but here.)

Dona Catalina:
a grenade of light
dies & is born
on her forehead.

Chssssssssss!

Poems & News: If I had your smile awaiting me...

Poems & News: If I had your smile awaiting me...: If I had your smile awaiting me, the train would recite, across the flat fields of Europe, the syllables of your name. If I had you...

Poems & News: I'm guided only by reason. I was given no other gu...

Poems & News: I'm guided only by reason. I was given no other gu...: If the world's Creator Had wanted me to be Different from how I am, He'd have made me differently. He gave me eyes fo...

I'm guided only by reason. I was given no other guide. The light it shades in useless? I have no other light.

If the world's Creator
Had wanted me to be
Different from how I am,
He'd have made me differently.

He gave me eyes for seeing,
I look,
I see,
I believe.
How can I dare say:
"Blindness would be a blessing"?

Beside my gaze, God
Gave me reason, for going
Beyond what eyes can see---
The vision we call knowing.

If seeing is being deceived,
And thinking is going astray,
I don't know.
I received them
From Good as my truth and way.