The stars are scattered, dust of light,
Across a velvet, endless night.
A universe so vast and deep,
Where secrets sleep, and planets keep
...
Sixty-six stories, a river so wide,
One message whispers, deep inside.
From Eden's dawn to Heaven's bright door,
...
Secrets hidden for so long,
Stories whispered, right or wrong.
Now a light begins to gleam,
Old ties kept, behind the scene.
...
A whispered word, on Patmos' shore,
John saw a King, forevermore.
Not just a past, a story told,
...
From cradle small to final rest,
A lesson learned, a constant quest.
Life's gentle school, where we all grow,
A winding path, both high and low.
...
A truck driver named Larry, bold and bright,
Had a dream that took flight, a funny sight.
A lawn chair, balloons, forty and five,
He thought he'd gently rise, just to thrive.
...
Older age comes, slow and sure,
Some things get better, some endure.
It's just the way life likes to be,
A mix of joy and memory.
...
Thor's hammer, Mjölnir strong,
More than just to right a wrong.
It's thunder loud, and lightning bright,
...
The clever ones, with books and degrees,
Now weep for kindness, beg for ease.
They built their walls of power and pride,
While truth and trust were cast aside.
...
He stood atop the polished spire,
With digital gold and hearts for hire.
He signed the scripts with a silver pen,
And built his world on the backs of men.
...
A shadow fell, a twisted game,
He played with power, hid the shame.
Connections spun, a tangled thread,
While darkness bloomed where children bled.
...
A mind that drifts, a heart that sighs,
Can't just sit still beneath the skies.
The hands must move, the spirit leap,
From slumber deep, from shadows sleep.
...
The Beatles sang of a swirling ride,
Helter Skelter, side to side.
A simple song, a joyful sound,
But darkness gathered all around.
...
August '69, a field of green,
A promise whispered, a hopeful scene.
Fifty thousand, they thought would come,
But hearts arrived, a beat like a drum.
...
Tiny hands, soft and small,
Reach to touch, to hold it all.
Clay so cool, a gentle squeeze,
Building dreams with happy ease.
...
The bottle calls, a lonely fight,
Some cling so tight, with all their might.
'My life, ' they say, 'I choose my way, '
But darkness grows with each new day.
...
One man stands, he holds the reins,
An autocrat, in sun and rain.
He says the word, and things are done,
His power is vast, for everyone.
...
When death arrives, don't hide in dread,
Don't let your heart be filled with lead.
Let not your spirit shrink and cower,
Because your ending's drawing power.
...
The hill gives way, a muddy tear,
Where houses stood, now only fear.
A sudden rush, a roaring sound,
Homes swept away, lost on the ground.
...
Across the sands, a shimmer bright,
A city rose, in golden light.
A fata morgana, grand and tall,
Where he and she heard a call.
...
74 year old norwegian, married and lived in Minnesota since I met my lovely wife, Dawn, in 2011. I've been writing poems most of my life, but mostly for fun and as a hobby. I'm 'A Man Of Old Proverbs And Stormy Seas.'. A Norwegian soul with an American view. I am a Norwegian citizen currently living in the U.S. on a green card, navigating the space between the fjords of my home and the sun-shadowed secrets of Florida or all over the Planet. My poetry is born from the things that get 'stuck in my heart and mind'—those stubborn truths that refuse to be ignored. From the corridors of power in Palm Beach to the quiet reflections of retirement, I write to find the rhythm in the chaos. I value honest critique and the shared language of poets who aren't afraid to speak the truth. " I write what I see, and I see what others often try to hide.")
Alone In The Universe?
The stars are scattered, dust of light,
Across a velvet, endless night.
A universe so vast and deep,
Where secrets sleep, and planets keep
Their silent watch.
Life started early, here on Earth,
A tiny seed, a humble birth.
Almost four billion years have passed,
A story told, from first to last.
This makes us think, a hopeful plea,
That life's a common entity.
So many worlds, they spin and gleam,
Within the habitable dream.
Where water flows, a liquid grace,
A place to grow, in time and space.
'Earth 2.0, ' a whispered name,
Kepler's promise, fuels the flame.
Scientists believe, a hopeful band,
That life exists, across the land,
The cosmic land, so wide and far,
A distant twinkle, like a star.
Microbes maybe, simple form,
Surviving life, weathering the storm.
But silence hangs, a heavy shroud,
'The Great Silence, ' spoken aloud.
Where are the others? Where are they?
Why haven't signals lit the way?
Intelligence, a tricky thing,
Took ages here, to learn to sing.
From single cells, to thoughts so grand,
A slow ascent, across the land.
No guarantee, on other spheres,
Of creatures bright, dispelling fears.
The Drake Equation, tries to guess,
At chances high, of yes, or less.
But unknowns loom, like shadows deep,
Secrets the universe will keep.
Simple life, a likely chance,
A hopeful, captivating dance.
But wisdom's light, a rarer bloom,
Lost in the cosmic, silent room.
Yet still we search, with eager eyes,
For kindred souls, beneath the skies.
Though shadows linger, and doubts may rise,
The universe beckons, a sweet surprise.
And in the vastness, a chance remains,
For life's bright fire, in starry rains.
Tor M. Solvang