by Panagiota Romios |
Categories:
cousin, death, memory, , In Memoriam, in memoriam,
Beneath this green sod, lies
my Cousin Bruce.
It's true, his mother called him
'Silly Goose.'
Oh, that Nordic DNA, those
gorgeous blue eyes, and sense
of humor.
A skier and a Porsche race car
driver, he grew up to be.
Always filled with humor and
a genuine love for humanity.
Leukemia took his life at forty.
He serves God now, in grateful
and glowing, angelic glory.
July 10, 2019
11: 20am PST
by Jan Hansen |
Categories:
angst, confidence, funny love,
Huldra
In a green valley near a blue lake
where pink salmon swam lived a Huldra.
She was beautiful as seen by human eyes
trolls found her ugly and rejected her.
I heard her desolate song
Saw her shimmering blond as Iberian
sea straw is made golden by the sun.
I saw her tail too.
Before spelling me, I sprinted away.
Folklore has made it clear.
Humans and trolls must not mix blood
because if they do mix, the offspring
will be rejected by both groups
and for perpetuity be lost
walking the strand of loneliness.
(Huldra, female troll in Nordic Mythology)
by Alfred Berggren |
Categories:
sad,
Blond Nordic queen whom I would die for; care
not my pulse beats fast ever wanting thee?
Or care desire is more than I can bear
when by chance you at times walk close to me?
Blue eyes that make both knees to shake in hope
that smile from thy angelic face might show.
Perhaps, words may pass; I can’t rightly cope
with silence --- queen set my heart-flame aglow.
Tormenting visage ever burning my
poor hurting soul and captive mind in sleep.
Put name of finis ending my sad cry;
drink I strong poison nevermore to weep?
All seems but useless longing queen’s love nigh;
what better way to make end by last sigh?
by A Yorkshire Poet |
Categories:
cancer, care, encouraging, light, lonely, people, strength,
Though you feel all alone.
Please know that there are people out there sending well wishes to you.
Some people will have lived through your pain, your anguish and fears.
These people will look into your eyes and send you their strength to help combat your tears.
Though you feel all alone how can that be true?
When strangers are gathering the power and strength of their love and sending it to you.
by Pedro Velacruz |
Categories:
life, love, nature, people, dream, dream,
I dream of blue skies
and clear oceans
I dream of Fjords
and Nordic waterfalls
I dream the desert
and it's dry heat
I dream the noise
of a Manhattan street
I dream of anywhere
but the place I am
I always dream to be
home again
I dream of eternal love
and happiness
I dream of having many
children and no loneliness
I dream to be remembered
and never forgotten
I dream of passion for life
and a will to pass
I dream of a person who
I can share my life
my inner most secrets;
perhaps a wife
I dream of feeling small
and knowing less
I dream to never doubt
or to think I know it all
I dream to never be
afraid to fall
by Eric Ashford |
Categories:
poetry,
She is a child of twenty or so,
a beautiful woman
if I were young enough to call her that.
The composer must have wrote this
for a girl with arms
as long as a Mediterranean sunset
but then also as ivory as a Nordic sky.
The music opens and I sense
that it will never close,
just as all our love affairs
play with scattered embers
years after the concert had caught fire.
For long moments
she traps my voice in her violin
a stranger makes me love again,
makes me write this love poem,
and recall why I could never sing like this alone,
how it takes an alien love
to catch the same straw in the wind -
an everlasting note to be found and lost,
lost and found.