Ivar Dahl-Larsen
Well-Known Member
I would just like to share with you all another hobby of mine. A one I treasure much whenever it strikes my brain and I can produce hopefully some lines, if not much, at least a rime.
Age, by Ivar Dahl-Larsen
The question comes
From time to time
How old are you?
What’s your age?
I never see the reason why
So I answer
As old as I just feel
at this stage.
At times I’m five
Or at least
That’s what some claim
When I’m most alive.
I find it hard to fool
Anyone who isn’t blind
The years have set its trace
On my face.
I believe there are tracks
Of many things on my mind
Of happiness and sorrows
And some lovely moments
Which I’ll never let you find.
There are some incidents
When I’m just twenty
Or maybe close to thirty-five
When heart and lungs
Are pumping wild.
There are days when I’m creative
Imaginative and maybe wise
There are days when I’m selfish
When I present some stories
Out of experience,
Maybe some small white lies.
I look around me
And I see lovely creatures everywhere
Especially at spring and summer
And I wish
that I’d still be there.
Back in my twenties
Well that’s the way it feels
Till my mind overtakes me
And makes me realize,
What my age is, - for real.
My Goddess of light.
I awake to a thundering storm
Of stillness beside me
No one to touch
Not even as much
As a smile in return.
The warmness is gone
Scents of my love is diminished.
At times like this
I only exist
On memories and dreams
As I try to resist
temptations to sleep
for another minute.
I must stay awake
and for goodness sake
try not to forget
The other love that lies by my side,
As well as my obligation to her.
She’s curvy and nice
And only reacts
When I trigger her button.
She consoles me I know
To a such an extent
That memories of the one that I miss
for awhile
is forgotten.
So there by my side
Lies my mistress
and part of my life.
My Goddess of light.
Cam is her pet name
She’s a good substitution
But can hardly be blamed
For my sad intellectual confusion.
I must admit
That I find it hard to quit
Holding her gently in my hand.
She’s given me much
And through her eye
and her touch
she has made me discover,
compassionate emotions.
I stay by her house
And through her window I see
Reflections mirrored in her glass.
To me, she’s made it quite clear
that if I want to be
A creator, an artist
I must capture what’s there
Again and again
until finally a good image appears.
I've taken her to
many parts of this world
By strolling around
There’s much to be found
as we see
all walks of life.
Maybe some day
An image will catch
a glimpse or a scene
of something emotionally right
to a whole lot of people
which means.
That an image might
be able to do
if not change the world
that’s hard to perceive,
but hopefully make a difference somehow,
to you.
And to people who care
and are willing to fight
for those
who’s never been treated right.
So there we are, walking about
Amongst people in darkness and light
through angles and different perspectives
we freeze every moment in sight.
And finally one day
We might be able to say,
that we’ve tried to do something good.
It’s a great task to take on
But surely
it cannot be wrong
to think in those terms.
But along the line
We’re feeling so fine
Loving immensely
What we do.
we love to see
people smile.
It’s funny.
It makes wrinkles appear in your face
But in a flash it’s gone
Sadly, ‘that is the case.
So can gladness appear
And remove every fear
Of different races
and the unknown.
Then we have accomplished one of our goals
By means and by help of our souls,
together,
me and my camera
my “Goddess of light”.
Flying high
Here I lie
Staring up in the sky
Far, far away up there
A seagull’s flying by
I really wish
I could take its place
And then I’d race
Off to a distant phase
Where I used to be
Where time stands still
And where we all
can feel so free
That’s where
I would like to
take you
along with me.
What if
tomorrow stays away
What would we
be doing then
what would we
like to experience
would we sing and dance
or maybe grieve
or would we
gather all around us
all the members
of our families
no more responsibilities
no more duties
Everything around me
I’ll forget
I’ll be selfish
but yet
In our last moments
I will let
all my inhibitions
crumble to the ground.
my devoted love
I’ll give to you
Vanished are
The many years
of tears
of adjustment
to everything
which influence
our minds
Melting together
you and me
great contentment
and ease of soul
and mind
as we float into
eternity
and nirvana
we shall find.
You'll see!
Age, by Ivar Dahl-Larsen
The question comes
From time to time
How old are you?
What’s your age?
I never see the reason why
So I answer
As old as I just feel
at this stage.
At times I’m five
Or at least
That’s what some claim
When I’m most alive.
I find it hard to fool
Anyone who isn’t blind
The years have set its trace
On my face.
I believe there are tracks
Of many things on my mind
Of happiness and sorrows
And some lovely moments
Which I’ll never let you find.
There are some incidents
When I’m just twenty
Or maybe close to thirty-five
When heart and lungs
Are pumping wild.
There are days when I’m creative
Imaginative and maybe wise
There are days when I’m selfish
When I present some stories
Out of experience,
Maybe some small white lies.
I look around me
And I see lovely creatures everywhere
Especially at spring and summer
And I wish
that I’d still be there.
Back in my twenties
Well that’s the way it feels
Till my mind overtakes me
And makes me realize,
What my age is, - for real.
My Goddess of light.
I awake to a thundering storm
Of stillness beside me
No one to touch
Not even as much
As a smile in return.
The warmness is gone
Scents of my love is diminished.
At times like this
I only exist
On memories and dreams
As I try to resist
temptations to sleep
for another minute.
I must stay awake
and for goodness sake
try not to forget
The other love that lies by my side,
As well as my obligation to her.
She’s curvy and nice
And only reacts
When I trigger her button.
She consoles me I know
To a such an extent
That memories of the one that I miss
for awhile
is forgotten.
So there by my side
Lies my mistress
and part of my life.
My Goddess of light.
Cam is her pet name
She’s a good substitution
But can hardly be blamed
For my sad intellectual confusion.
I must admit
That I find it hard to quit
Holding her gently in my hand.
She’s given me much
And through her eye
and her touch
she has made me discover,
compassionate emotions.
I stay by her house
And through her window I see
Reflections mirrored in her glass.
To me, she’s made it quite clear
that if I want to be
A creator, an artist
I must capture what’s there
Again and again
until finally a good image appears.
I've taken her to
many parts of this world
By strolling around
There’s much to be found
as we see
all walks of life.
Maybe some day
An image will catch
a glimpse or a scene
of something emotionally right
to a whole lot of people
which means.
That an image might
be able to do
if not change the world
that’s hard to perceive,
but hopefully make a difference somehow,
to you.
And to people who care
and are willing to fight
for those
who’s never been treated right.
So there we are, walking about
Amongst people in darkness and light
through angles and different perspectives
we freeze every moment in sight.
And finally one day
We might be able to say,
that we’ve tried to do something good.
It’s a great task to take on
But surely
it cannot be wrong
to think in those terms.
But along the line
We’re feeling so fine
Loving immensely
What we do.
we love to see
people smile.
It’s funny.
It makes wrinkles appear in your face
But in a flash it’s gone
Sadly, ‘that is the case.
So can gladness appear
And remove every fear
Of different races
and the unknown.
Then we have accomplished one of our goals
By means and by help of our souls,
together,
me and my camera
my “Goddess of light”.
Flying high
Here I lie
Staring up in the sky
Far, far away up there
A seagull’s flying by
I really wish
I could take its place
And then I’d race
Off to a distant phase
Where I used to be
Where time stands still
And where we all
can feel so free
That’s where
I would like to
take you
along with me.
What if
tomorrow stays away
What would we
be doing then
what would we
like to experience
would we sing and dance
or maybe grieve
or would we
gather all around us
all the members
of our families
no more responsibilities
no more duties
Everything around me
I’ll forget
I’ll be selfish
but yet
In our last moments
I will let
all my inhibitions
crumble to the ground.
my devoted love
I’ll give to you
Vanished are
The many years
of tears
of adjustment
to everything
which influence
our minds
Melting together
you and me
great contentment
and ease of soul
and mind
as we float into
eternity
and nirvana
we shall find.
You'll see!
