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BRITAIN IN NORWAY

 BRITAIN IN NORWAY


Outside the British Embassy, 

the blue scilla's carpeted gardens, 

the songs of blackbird, thrush, great tit and robin in chorus, 

and from the sky, out of sight, the cries of seagulls; 

 

yes this is Britain in Norway; 

sound and sights that evoke the England I grew up in, 

sentiments of home, 

belonging to a family, 

and the cosy comfort of life as a child, 

innocent and open minded to the atmosphere 

of places that sit deep in one's heart, 

 

forever a frame, 

a scratched mirror of memory that now and again, 

in foreign parts creates an apparition of things near and close, 

of value to our whole existence,  

the kernel of the nut that bears the seed, 

however many times its shell is cracked, 

abused and hurt;

 

that central theme by which we judge our worth 

in all we do and think, 

the home, 

that like the homing pigeon is a must to know, to feel, 

to keep as sanctuary in all we do; 

 

and against which we measure 

all life's strange melange of happenings, 

some happy, some sad; 

that is what home is, 

its not out there, 

wherever you are, 

you know you have it in your deepest part, 

right here, right now, 

 

oh this is earth, 

this globe, 

a home in which we do our stint, 

before we then depart, 

and taking with us all that has built up, 

of knowledge, 

interchange with others, 

loves, marriages, divorces, real and fictional, 

they die with you; 

 

they are the you that makes you who you are, 

the you that disappears, 

is gone; 

but those whose hearts were stirred, 

however small, remember, recognise one's worth, 

one's character, ones sorrows, joys, 

as if they were their own, 

when reading poetry and prose; 

 

that grand big inherited tome of thoughts, 

of deeds declared and puzzled, 

sometimes understood, 

this strange old thing called life on earth, 

a human being, 

me, yes you,

for each one tells in the count, 

each one can spell his tale, 

and doing so 

enrich the lives of others.


 



— Nordic cloud, Apr 27, 2010

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Region, Country: Oslo and Flatdal, Norway., NOR

Favorite Poets: Too daunting this.

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Geezer

Geezer

16 years 1 month ago

What tales...

What tales of me will they tell, when I depart this earth? I hope that they will speak my heart, tell of my true worth They will sing praises of the Queen, she spoke of honor and beauty If they could ask her questions, she would say; "I hope, I did my duty" My Queen has brought life to many ideas, and spread the wealth and knowledge of her time here on this place in the heavens, without prejudice, to all who see her words. ~ You favored knight, Sir Gee.
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 1 month ago

You honour your Queen Sir Gee

Ann of Norway You do me honour and I in graceful manner thank you for your kind words. Yes duty! That's what Queens are renowned for aren't they? And yet duty is a loaded word, it requires a creed of conduct and an adherence to a rule, something which should be a natural thing to do, becomes enforced, not always the right things are enforced, it is sad that the natural love of our fellow beings is not strong enough not to require such a thing as DUTY, and yet is is so. I know your sense of duty is from the heart and that is why you have taken a place of honour in this land, good sir knight, thank you. Ann.
Geezer

Geezer

16 years 1 month ago

'Tis my my honor...

to be in the court of such elegance and beauty. If I never saw your face, I would know you by your heart.~ Sir Gee.
Seren

Seren

16 years 1 month ago

Dearest Ann

You have make me wistful with this one ... in a good way, awwww I so wish you could be in the southern hemisphere tonight the moon looks like you can reach out and touch it ... sighhh your poetry is beautiful as is the soul of the poetess that writes it love and biggest hugs JayCee ("Quote:- Death is the great adventure beside which moon landings and space trips pale into insignificance. Addison Joseph")
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 1 month ago

Oh wistful one

Ann of Norway Ah would that I could have spun across the vacant miles between here and there, or round for it is round, and like the shape of the moon drawn to close your hand in mine and watch with you that moon, I do so love just looking at the moon, and sensing the space between us and it, all the while the awe growing and growing until I near burst with joy at being allowed to exist. How lucky we are, whether short or long, to be able to have lived at all is wonder enough don't you think? Love you Jayne, from Ann.
WF

Worldwide Freeride

16 years 1 month ago

This is so very you...

Ann! I grace you page to find the essence of you embossed in wording here... at first you explore your head, so full of imagery and the gut feeling that is wrenched by homesickness only to find in your heart the treasured memories of where you are and who you are as a person, and no matter where you are or what you are doing, the unique individual is of the races of humans that transverse this globe and with bring your own piece of humanity... to share, learn and experience. Your exploritory self has circumnavigated the world in thought here... if all joined in unison and shared the same harmonic and convalescent thinking you do, then i think we'd be half way to paradise. Thanks for sharing this one Ann, it is deep and touching. Dale :)
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 1 month ago

Oh what a lovely comment Dale

Ann of Norway Yes we are all one people, humans of this earth and as such are all related and part of one enormous family, yes that's exactly how I feel about the people of the world. Throw away all isms, all illusions of prowess over others as in religions, idealist creeds, all sorts and then there shouldn't be any reason to go to war, or capture someone else's country, there only being the one country of the earth oh Utopia Utopia!!!! It will never be, cut out one religion there springs up a new one and so on, man will think of a way to OPPOSE somehow he HAS to oppose something, become full of indignation about someone, find the bad side of things and air it, that's what we are. We cultivate hate and differences with gay abandon, when with changed attitudes and an understanding that all people have something of value to say and be, then there might be more empathy and compassion between all people, then we could get on with enjoying this most wonderful gift of life, on this the most beautiful of environments in the whole of space, there is none so fine as earth...that we know of that is!!!! Solidarity with those who know less, sympathy with those who need it and understanding of the needs of all others than oneself and how to go about helping, all the time, building up ones own fulfilment of life by creating ones own voice as best one can. I taught adults painting and taught children too, apart from myself, and each and every child/adult had something unique about them, some were clever at this, others at that, its all a question of trying to find in them what they feel for and love and then bringing that out. All schools should be for that, bringing out the qualities that each individual has within them and help them to flower, I think some find it a surprise to see that every single person has this special something in them waiting to express itself, but if no one opens he book, it will never be read. Never mind about the three R's the first thing is to teach empathy after all we are social beings and live collectively, that MUST be the first important thing. Thank you again Dale I'm sorry here I go carried away yet again, you encourage me Dale! Love to you from Ann. I want to add a bit here:- More than one of us here knows what it is to be less than encouraged to do one's bit in life, and if those who are endowed with greater intelligence do not have with it the compassion and understanding required to help those with less to enjoy their lives, then it is a hopeless cause we have as teachers. Those with less understanding and intelligence, should be encouraged to use what they have, we cannot all be dancers, academic career freaks or politicians, or what-ever, so inspire all, and they will feel satisfied that they do their own thing whatever their potential and the world will be a happier place for all of us. Just watch the child when he/she manages to do something considered difficult and all will understand what I mean here.
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 1 month ago

Oh yes ten times over Ephriam

Ann of Norway I so agree with you, when I was 7 I didn't want to go to school at all, I wanted to do something that I think was a very good idea, to become an apprentice at some craft and through that learn the maths and the history etc, of that craft so learning the other subjects without them having to even be called such in categories, all things intermix really don't they? Then when I left to become something on my own I would be so very good at my craft, much as the old masters with their pupils, always practising their art. BIG BIG SIGH; I HATED SCHOOL! They didn't teach visually then. All was abstract. Its another story nowadays though thank goodness. Thank you Ephriam. Love from Ann.
B

barbsdad2003

16 years 1 month ago

Oh, the ode ...

to the home within ... a poet's poem ... an insight, or groups of them, drawn from a lifetime of experience(s). Such a natural you are. Would like to see at least some of your stuff(?) published. I think it warrants such grand attention. Such a natural you are. The ink appears, from this---mine, I mean---perspective, to flow from your pen downriver as easily as water slides/scoots over decline. The mind you have, and the heart, of course, of a poet. If poetry weren't on the world scene, you'd give it birth/life, the life it deserves. Meditative quality. Blood pressure-lowering quality. Such a natural you .... Thanx, Chuck