Tor Magnor Solvang
Tor Magnor Solvang Poems
The stars are scattered, dust of light,
Across a velvet, endless night.
A universe so vast and deep,
Where secrets sleep, and planets keep
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Sixty-six stories, a river so wide,
One message whispers, deep inside.
From Eden's dawn to Heaven's bright door,
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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.
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Secrets hidden for so long,
Stories whispered, right or wrong.
Now a light begins to gleam,
Old ties kept, behind the scene.
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A whispered word, on Patmos' shore,
John saw a King, forevermore.
Not just a past, a story told,
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World spins, a whirl, a tangled mess,
Countries fight, in deep distress.
'My own defense, ' each nation cries,
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A boy with stones, a spark so bright,
Of ancient life, in morning light.
From Cambridge halls, with curious mind,
The wonders of the world to find.
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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.
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Why does night always follow day?
Why can't a whisper shout and play?
Why do tears fall when joy is near?
And why is the path ahead unclear?
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If my dog could speak, you see,
This is what she'd say to me:
'Bowl is empty! Feed me now!
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The wind blows hard, the waves crash high,
My little boat beneath the sky.
I row and strive, with all my might,
To keep my course, both day and night.
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When we die, they say, we'll rest,
Peace and quiet, put to the test.
But why, oh why, must we wait,
For freedom's gate, sealed by fate?
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A tiny egg, a sky-blue gleam,
Inside a nest, a cozy dream.
Made of mud and grass and twig,
By mama robin, building big.
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Little bird, a friendly face,
With chest so red, a happy trace.
You sing so sweet, a tinkling sound,
In gardens, woods, all around.
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To know Him, first know you,
The quiet voice, the inner clue.
It whispers right, it whispers wrong,
Where good and bad truly belong.
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To win, we must first let go,
Give up our will, begin to grow.
A letting go, a mighty stand,
To find the strength we understand.
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A sturdy oak, they say I stand,
With a will that's firm, a steady hand.
Life's storms have shaped me, made me grow,
And in myself, I've learned to know.
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Sun creeps up, a painted sky,
Birds begin their cheerful cry.
A quiet peace, a gentle start,
Fills my mind and heals my heart.
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Sun shines bright,
A special day.
For mom so dear,
Hooray, hooray!
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The ships may block the ocean's flow,
And hold back goods, both high and low.
The CIA sees strength in Iran's hold,
For oil and food, stories unfold.
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Tor Magnor Solvang Biography
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.")
The Best Poem Of Tor Magnor Solvang
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
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