Poems & News: Jeg synes synd på stjernene som må lyse så lenge, ...

Poems & News: Jeg synes synd på stjernene som må lyse så lenge, ...:   En dag igjen ! Og vei og nye stier og hilsen, håndslag av alverdens typer politikere. Og vårens mengde av melodier er brusende blant knopp...

Jeg synes synd på stjernene som må lyse så lenge, godt de ikke bruker strøm og må betale for strømmen!

 

En dag igjen !
Og vei og nye stier og hilsen,
håndslag av alverdens typer politikere.
Og vårens mengde av melodier
er brusende blant knopper,
som slår ut. Med lovnader...
Men nå kommer høsten med...

Poems & News: Dengang jeg var barn levde jeg. Det er i dag jeg f...

Poems & News: Dengang jeg var barn levde jeg. Det er i dag jeg f...:   When I was a child,     I lived. It is today I feel what     I was then.  Life goes on.  Created by my own requirements ... Quand j'ét...

Poems & News: Makt er den eneste lyst men ikke blir lei av...

Poems & News: Makt er den eneste lyst men ikke blir lei av...: Makt er en fryktelig ting. Når du vil prøve ut et menneske, skal du gi ham makt. Da vil han vise seg som den han virkelig er...

Poems & News: Jeg har ikke hastverk; ikke sola og månen heller.....

Poems & News: Jeg har ikke hastverk; ikke sola og månen heller.....:   Vinden blåser uten å vite det. Plantene lever uten å vite det. Jeg lever og uten å vite det, men jeg hvet at jeg lever. Men veit jeg at je...

Poems & News: The colour of life...

Poems & News: The colour of life...: The people you thought you know - don't you know they are nay-more ? Heart-breaking, isn't it. How close you've let them ...

Poems & News: I have more souls than one, or?

Poems & News: I have more souls than one, or?:   There are no sorrows Nor joys either in our life. So let us learn, Thoughtlessly wise, Not to live it, Due to all the...

Poems & News: The party is...

Poems & News: The party is...:   But don t let the Pope dance! No, don t let the Pope dance ! Nor Mr. Putin, nor the millionaires with blur teeth, nor the poppets dancers,...

Poems & News: The wind at Peace... Is creeping softly over battl...

Poems & News: The wind at Peace... Is creeping softly over battl...:   Saying Goodbye--- I ll be saying goodbye at the crossroads, heading off down the road Through my soul. A rocked endet it all.

Poems & News: The wind at Peace... Is creeping softly over battl...

Poems & News: The wind at Peace... Is creeping softly over battl...:   Saying Goodbye--- I ll be saying goodbye at the crossroads, heading off down the road Through my soul. A rocked endet it all.

The wind at Peace... Is creeping softly over battle fields. It is as if... What is...I could forget all- Even the life I disrecall or ...

 

Saying Goodbye---
I ll be saying goodbye
at the crossroads,
heading off down the road
Through my soul.

A rocked endet it all.

Poems & News: The party is...

Poems & News: The party is...:   But don t let the Pope dance! No, don t let the Pope dance ! Nor Mr. Putin, nor the millionaires with blur teeth, nor the poppets dancers,...

The party is...

 

But don t let the Pope dance!
No, don t let the Pope dance !
Nor Mr. Putin,
nor the millionaires with blur teeth,
nor the poppets dancers,
nor the...

Poems & News: Weeping...

Poems & News: Weeping...:   I have closed off my balcony, for I do not want to heat the weeping. Weeping of the victims of the war in .... But out there, beyond gry w...

Weeping...

 

I have closed off my balcony,
for I do not want to heat the weeping.
Weeping of the victims of the war in
....
But out there, beyond gry walls and
guns,
nothing is heard but the weeping.

But,

There are very few angels who sing.
There are very few dogs who bark.
But the weeping is like an enormous dog... 

Poems & News: Departing Day ?

Poems & News: Departing Day ?:   Day, what a hard time I have letting you leave. You go off filled with me. You return and don t know me. What a hard time I have leaving i...

Departing Day ?

 

Day, what a hard time
I have letting you leave.
You go off filled with me.
You return and don t know me.
What a hard time I have
leaving in your...
possible concretions
of impossible minutes...

Poems & News: I am nothing---Never shall be anything---Cannot wi...

Poems & News: I am nothing---Never shall be anything---Cannot wi...:   From my window... I see boats moving on the sea. Their sails, like wings of what I see. Who I was without knowing what it was...

I am nothing---Never shall be anything---Cannot will to be anything---This apart, I have in me all the dreams of the world...

 

From my window...
I see boats moving on the sea.
Their sails, like wings of what I see.
Who I was without knowing what it was...

Poems & News: Every day I will think of you...Longing to see you...

Poems & News: Every day I will think of you...Longing to see you...:   I have more souls than one...

Poems & News: I am easy to describe. I live like mad. I loved th...

Poems & News: I am easy to describe. I live like mad. I loved th...:   Time passes, Tells us nothing. We grow old. Lets learn, as though Tongue in cheek, To watch us going. Its not worth while To make a gestur...

I am easy to describe. I live like mad. I loved things without any sentimentality...

 

Time passes,
Tells us nothing.
We grow old.
Lets learn, as though
Tongue in cheek,
To watch us going.
Its not worth while
To make a gesture...

Poems & News: Over alle fjell ro nå... I sensommer aner du knapt...

Poems & News: Over alle fjell ro nå... I sensommer aner du knapt...: Above all the mountains calm now...  In late summer you barely know  the wind's draft.  In August the small birds  in the forest rest.  ...

Poems & News: Over alle fjell ro nå... I sensommer aner du knapt...

Poems & News: Over alle fjell ro nå... I sensommer aner du knapt...: Above all the mountains calm now...  In late summer you barely know  the wind's draft.  In August the small birds  in the forest rest.  ...

Over alle fjell ro nå... I sensommer aner du knapt vindens drag. I august småfuglene i skogen hviler. Vent kun, snart heller også vår dag...

Above all the mountains calm now... 
In late summer you barely know 
the wind's draft. 
In August the small birds 
in the forest rest. 
Just wait, soon our day too...

Vor allem die Berge beruhigen sich jetzt... 
Im Spätsommer ahnt man kaum 
den Luftzug des Windes. 
Im August ruhen die kleinen 
Vögel im Wald. 
Warte nur, bald auch unser Tag...