Calliope – Muse of epic poetry

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INTRO

In ancient Greece, The  MOUSAI (Muses) were the goddesses of music, song and dance, and the source of inspiration to poets. They were also goddesses of knowledge, who remembered all things that had come to pass. Later the Mousai were assigned specific artistic spheres:

Kalliope, epic poetry; Kleio, history; Ourania, astronomy; Thaleia, comedy; Melpomene, tragedy; Polyhymnia, religious hymns; Erato, erotic poetry; Euterpe, lyric poetry; and Terpsikhore, choral song and dance. ( Source:http://www.theoi.com/Ouranios/Mousai.html )

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From may 27th 2009, when Alexander Rybaks fanpage opened, it soon became clear, that his page was a magnet for talents. Alexanders fans had fallen in love and  they showed their emotions with fantasy, humor and amazing creative skills. The muses felt it from far away and they were attracted – not only to this talented and beautiful young artist, but also to his fans! So, art started to flourish and the fans opened discussion-threads, to save and keep their art-work.

The happy days ended november 1st 2011, when The mighty Facebook-emperor, Lord Zucker, decided to delete all the discussion-pages in his kingdom. He showed the small courtesy of warning his residents, so they had time to save their treasured art.

Here is the 2nd part of what was saved of the discussion-thread

Fans own poems and lyrics.

Part 1 is here

All poems and lyrics are saved, but a lot of comments and discussions are deleted, to decrease the volume. Some comments has been spared, to give an impression of the atmosphere.

The discussion-thread was opened July 15th 2009, but some of the first added poems were written earlier and posted around the fanpage.

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Colson Sophie

If I was a woman with fairy fingers

And a sweet little heart of silver

I would take away yours tears

Of the rain and of weather

I have delude with tenderness

Every day in your children dreams

In memory of my unique Sergent of honnors

I believe in you and your faveur

I promis make about you..

The happiest Rybak’s Man!

In this day of summer, autumn is still far

But no matter if i have your hand art

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Leigh Love

… I love ya smile!

… I love ya face!

… I love ya nature!

… I love ya grace!

… A beautiful day it was

When I met you

Lightly scented breezes

My touched memory of you

… I love ya confidence!

… I love ya laugh!

I love ya near me…

… On life’s long path!

… These are my words

from a heart that’s true

You are my best friend

And so I love you

🙂

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Tania Voice

Look at this guy

I wanna know why

On East and West

He is the best!

I wanna know

What is his goal?

And why he came

Into my world?

I wanna know

Are you the true?

And why so much

I do need you?

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Roxana R. Prichici

Liar

I smile

while inside I’m breaking

I can look into your eyes

and tell you I don’t care

that you left and abandoned me

though I don’t think

the sun will shine without you

I can say the sky is blue

even if I’m lost behind black clouds

I can promise

I’ll believe in a better tomorrow

but today my life is crushing

like a sand castle

I can still breath

my heart stopped beating

I scream I want to escape

I lie

I want you back

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Marianne Saietz

I am too tired

Allthough I admired

the poems you posted

I´m feeling exhausted

So no poem here

My purpose is clear

I just want to get

A bump of this thread!!!!

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Marianne Saietz

I wish to write

and feel some pride

but words are needed

I must have treated

my words too bad

and made them mad

Now, they want beer

Or, no rhymes here.

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Kishikutoka Tukafu

hahahah… a beer-drinking, frustrated, out-of-work muse in a pub … like the idea!

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Tania Voice

Dear authors of this thread

don’t be so afraid

don’t be so sadness

the poetry is endless

so just go ahead

All verses are sincere

and even cheerful there

therefore write here

your creations for our friend

namesake of the well-known Russian poet

Не кидайтесь тапками и помидорами))))

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Marianne Saietz

which russian poet?

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Tania Voice

Александр Сергеевич Пушкин

Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin

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Colson Sophie

Hello..

friends poetry and everybody!

I just want to share with you this:

At what point sun shines

If I know thyself

You sing beyond the sky

The shelves of our I love you

Very suddenly due to a lack

The strenght competence is back

Under the same allegiance

In single duel of impatience

At what point life is beautiful

If I see a love succesful

Honor triumphant of guarantees

In the constellation Suprem

Holding the pen this poem

Since with and without caprice

We dream to think solemnly

Doubling time of a duo of child

It can be said that happiness

Is a big love defenseless

I know the song of your flowers

You place all your arguments first

You can tell me bye the way

The metaphor of the silver swan

You would say that happines’s man

Is always a true story of romance

We could approuve it without rumors

Along my intimate beliefs and yours

In a simple harbinger of touch

Since still waiting of you expect

Looking forward to recieve as much

At the birth of our letters perfect

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Marianne Saietz

ODE FOR GREEK GEEK

The world allways laughed at the geek

But knowledge and truth, he will seek

So he studies with pleasure

Like a hunter for treasure

Finding all the words, coming from greek:-)

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Colson Sophie

I know it makes non sense 😉

Verset that you play

Issued fo those lands

My sensual Norway

Your grain of sand

I promise someday

Of my secret garden

A love at the top

A seventh sky Up

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Marianne Saietz

3 MONTHS AFTER

If anyone told me, just 6 months ago

I would spend so much time on these pages

I would surely had told them, they made a mistake,

but the Fever, I got was contageous

Having fever for 3 months and no cure in sight!

Now, it feels like a chronic condition

Feeling just a bit hotter and dreaming a lot

No one knows, and they have no suspicion.

In this virtual building of thoughts, love and fun

I have had the best laughs and discussions

I´ve had good times and sad times and argued with some

But I´ve stayed here, without interruptions.

When my daily life sometimes collides whith this one

I have, so far, been making right choices.

But when ever, theres time and my duties are done

I´ll be here, in this song without voices

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Marianne Saietz

I like a young hard-working artist,

who beleives, he should allways work hardest

He is truely a winner

But gets thinner and thinner

So perhaps, slowing down, would be smartest?

To be slim is a good thing of course

And the stage-energy is a force

But to keep him a hottie

in that strong, healthy body

There´s a need for more cream in his sauce.

I am filling big baskets with food

Meat and sandwiches, cheese, cakes and fruit.

I will drive up to Norway

Place the food in his doorway

Just the thought of it, brightens my mood

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Kishikutoka Tukafu

Ok, friends!

Who’s having a terrible day? Raise your hand, please! Ok, here comes

“Irena’s cheering up song”

Somewhere above the forests

Far from the world you see

There is a tiny castle

All made out of dreams

Laughter of lovely fairies

Can be heard all the time

They spread around their magic

and fill your hearts with chime

Ta ta ta ta ta ta… (vocal)

Ta ta ta ta ta ta… (violin)

Ta ta ta ta ta ta …(optional humming)

Once in a while at midnight

Something strange begins

Out comes a little charmer

Playing violin

And it’s this very music

That builds up fairytales

That is what makes these fairies

Send their dreams to sail

Ta ta ta ta ta ta… (violin)

Ta ta ta ta ta ta… (optional humming)

Ta ta ta ta ta ta …(interpretive dancing)

If there were no more music

The world would cold and grey

As long as he keeps on playing

he lights up night and day

The fairies keep on dancing

Sprinkling fun on FB

No one has ever seen them

But everyone smiles with glee

😀

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Marianne Saietz

May I present Irena: Bookpublisher, soup-cook, artist, Singer, songwriter and undercover super-agent….But still a woman!

Applauding the song.

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Kishikutoka Tukafu

thank you :DDD

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Marianne Saietz

POEM FROM A TIRED VIKING

Being danish, I´m feeling so small

Playing Viking, was no fun at all.

No more thinking of nations

Only friendly relations

Planet Rybak is home for us all

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Marianne Saietz

Marta Alonso wrote this on the Danish thread:

OK, you can drop this thread…. But not before receiving a little of Spanish support.

Utrættelige beundrer,

digter og leder af stimulerende emner og fora,

skal du ikke bekymre sig om størrelsen af de danske deltagere,

kvaliteten er det spørgsmål, og du har det, virkelig

I think in Spanish it sounds better:

Incansable admiradora,

poetisa y animadora

de foros y temas estimulantes,

no te preocupes por la cantidad

de daneses participantes,

la calidad es lo que importa

y tu la tienes, en verdad.

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Tania Voice

What about poems in Russian :))))

Отчего все в этом мире зыбко…

Отчего не так, как ты мечтаешь…

Для кого сейчас твоя улыбка?

Для меня, которой ты не знаешь?

Нас разделит полоса экрана

Или километры расстоянья.

Ты – моя история обмана,

Наспех сочиненное свидание.

Отчего меня забыть не сможешь?

Отчего не сможешь разлюбить?

Только от того, что невозможно,

Ту, которую не знал, забыть…

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Marianne Saietz

The Facebook is not working right

My links disappeared over night

Its just a machine

but it´s heartless and mean

and I need some support in this fight

We´re badly in trouble and fear

Team Rybak, please show, you are here

We are feeling a curse

and if trouble gets worse,

The whole page, will perhaps disappear!

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Anastasia Dourvetaki

Γεια σου ρε Γιαννη,ποιητηταρα!!!

Great poem!You seem to be inspired only when you’re pissed off or there’s something you don’t like…but we love you anyway!!

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Marianne Saietz

Its true, anger is the best inspiration..anger, sadness, madness…take a look at any great poet, and you will see, mental disorder, alcoholism, drug abuse…

Facebook has seen our talents and now trys to drive us mad, to inspire us for more poetry..

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Mc Vz

You’re absolutely right, anger inspires, so here it goes, for Yannis and for Vic, who is also “suffering” FB things:

Our friend Yannis soon will leave

But I’m sure that he will try

To be here with us and write

Some more words that come from Greek

We had party here tonight

Though FB tried to block

But we’re smarter than “it” thought

And we won again this fight

FB’s acting strange these days

And it seems it never ends

Stop bothering my friends

With pinky things on their displays!!

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Marianne Saietz

Oh Carmen, its amazing. I will put my poem for Yannis here too.

Our Yannis is leaving us soon

to sail out in storm and typhoon

he is so cute and wise

and I promise you guys

I will wait for him, under the moon!

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Kishikutoka Tukafu

Reflections upon the last days of August.

No news today

Kjell left us crying here

We scared and want to know

What’ll happen to us all

No news today

It’s been now a whole week

What is it that we’ve done

Did we have too much fun?

How could you know

just what this page is worth

It’s the place where we create, from all around the earth

How could you know

the palace we have here

Behind your WALL we reign in harmony

No news today

And Alex wants to leave

A page done by some pros

Will makes us “Long ago”

What’ll be left is a place dark and lonely

a terraced house in a main thread up in there

We are in tears when we think of it only

Just let us know why

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Marianne Saietz

THE PINK BOX

Being facebooking here, really rocks

But the way, it is handled now, sucks!

It is poision to fun

when you´re links are all gone

and you face your worst fear: THE PINK BOX!

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Colson Sophie

At the risk of disappointing for some, personally I like the pink,

but no more than the blue red and white..

ps: What’s more beautiful than the colors of a rainbow sky, perhaps

a sunset lovers.

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Marianne Saietz

THE PINK BOX means the warning-box, that shows up on your facebook-page, when Facebook is giving you an automatic warning, because you post too much or too quickly.

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Yanis Baksha

(Russia) 1. august 2009 kl. 22:33

My little poetry is Russian

I can’t compete with you.

You writing rhymes like poet

And English only is for us.

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Yannis Papadopoulos

2. august 2009 kl. 20:07

ABOUT THE “DISCUSSIONS”

I am trying to write some poetry.

about a very rare chemistry.

Numerous people around the globe

have been united under one scope.

Alexander is the reason

for what’s happening this season.

They post news and write translations

for this global celebration.

Does he visit the “discussions”?

People hope he’ll read their actions.

But they don’t just share their views,

that would be without excuse.

They became actual mates,

always finding stuff to share.

And although I made them sick

every word comes from the Greek* 🙂

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Yanis Baksha

(Russia) 4. august 2009 kl. 15:52

If you were gone away

Or Kjell’s Arild silence

Nothing will be walled

And strengthens our sad

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Yanis Baksha

(Russia) den 4. august 2009 kl. 17:44

Even though they think about

Nothing has to change

Everybody dreams to stay

At Alex Facebook page

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Yannis Papadopoulos

6. august 2009 kl. 22:40

NEW MASTERPIECE: Tomorrow I will be on a ship and I will not be able to connect. So I wrote this poem:

_______________________

ON A SHIP WITHOUT CONNECTION

I will be off-line tomorrow

and this gives me great sorrow.

But I promise I’ll be back

All I need is some good luck.

Moving now from place to place

without leaving any trace

is a new form of vacation

but deprives me of connection.

I know there will be more news

which I don’t like to loose.

But I have my program everyday.

That’s a Greek word, by the way.

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Yannis Papadopoulos

11. august 2009 kl. 00:53

Great limerick you made

although it’s a bit of shame

that for many page members

poetry is not worth to remember

and nobody takes the blame.

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Yanis Baksha

(Russia) 16. august 2009 kl. 09:16

Great words

That fill all boards

And stop will disallowed

Before the Facebook will be downed.

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Yanis Baksha

(Russia) 16. august 2009 kl. 13:43

Thanks.

About surrealistic poetry – creativity of Matsuo Bashō probably should be interesting for you:

うき我を / さびしがらせよ / 閑古鳥

uki ware wo / sabishigarase yo / kankodori

Not this human sadness, / cuckoo, / but your solitary cry.

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Yannis Papadopoulos

19. august 2009 kl. 16:19

MY FIRST LIMERICK

FOR MY RECENT FACEBOOK ISSUE

I had a huge problem with Facebook.

My posts were gone, didn’t know what to do.

Now it’s over and I am glad.

Never let problems make you sad.

That word is Greek, according to every book.

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Yannis Papadopoulos

21. august 2009 kl. 02:19

MY POEM FOR THE DANISH THREAD

I tried to write a poem in Danish

although my posts sometimes vanish.

But I don’t speak this language,

so I came with English in my luggage.

I’d honestly call Alex to visit the Danes

leaving fans complaining is shame.

His biggest fan, Marianne, lives there,

he has this page thanks to her care.

People from various countries ask for a visit

Satisfying them all is certainly not easy.

But Alex should go to Copenhagen,

the travel guides say it looks like heaven.

But he shouldn’t skip Greece from his tour,

that would make us feel really uncool.

And there is also Cyprus calling too.

Let’s wish fans don’t wait for the untrue.

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Yannis Papadopoulos

28. august 2009 kl. 22:30

THE FAILBOOK POEM

Failbook, you are a total mess.

You just caused us real stress

Rybak’s page doesn’t work right.

Links get lost at the speed of light.

Failbook, you should fix it right away.

For your fame that’s a real shame.

Let us live without your errors

which are always spreading terror.

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Marianne Saietz

WHAT IS THIS?

What are we all doing here,is it for real?

Its hard to explain it, but here´s how I feel:

We made up a planet, gave life to all things.

We made it for all, without rulers or kings.

We´re building it up every day, every night.

And if there´s a problem, we´re making it right.

Its not, that we want to escape from real time.

Its just thats to build a new world is so fine.

There´s room for all voices, the weak and the strong.

And once in a while we enjoy a good song.

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Marianne Saietz

It looks like we are going to be 11 ladies of the Butt-thread for the concert in Oslo october 10th..

11 ladies, roaming Oslo town

Looking out for Alex´boxers

Will they be blue?

or green or black or white?

And will he take them off?

The waiting-time is tough

They train so hard

At Halling-dance at night

They jump and fall

They won´t give up the fight

They want to win

And be his Frikar girls

They fall and hit their heads

But still, they do their best.

11 ladies, roaming Oslo town

Dreaming of a brown-eyed hottie.

They are a team

determined to have fun

And all are bright and wise

And wearing good disguise

They go on stage

And act as Frikar-girls

They jump and roll

and almost touch their goal

They feel his heat

and all forget their feet

They see his lovely smile

And fall in one big píle..

******Violin tunes****

To be contiuned`???

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Marianne Mata Hari Saietz

Sadly, I am so uninspired these days for poetry. But my daughter, Helene, aged 16, wrote this poem and posted it on her facebook-page, so I guess its ok to bring it here.

Avispapiret knitrer og krøller

Mens mine hænder gennembores af tigers hjørnetænder

den kastrede hankat ælter og mosler

Kræver sin kælen aggressivt

Tillidsfuldt spindende

Blotter maveskind, tykke hvide dun

Dovent lukker de gule øjne på skrå

Spiller død når han ikke får mine hænders udelte opmærksomhed

Tyskaflevering, væk

Politikens kultursektion, væk

Mærk min pels min hud mine knurhår mine trædepuder

Mine klør

Se hvor farlig jeg er

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Google translation:

Comment from Helene: This poem is dedicated to “the gray cat, cat without a name or as my mother insists: Manse (which I am deeply against) which right now is lying half on my newspaper and half on me

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Newspaper paper crackles and curls

While my hands are pierced by teeth of Tiger

The neutralized malecat massages and pushes

Requires his caresses aggressively

Trustingly purring

Flashes bellyfur, thick white hair

Lazily closes the yellow eyes diagonally

Plays dead when he does not get my hands undivided attention

German homework – away

Newspaper culture section – away

Feel my fur, my skin, my whiskers, my pads

My claws

See how dangerous I am

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Marianne Mata Hari Saietz

There are boys in a cabin somewhere

Having fun and no work, which is rare

It will look like a mess

And I have to confess

As a lady, I´m glad, I´m not there.

Stupid jokes and loud music will sound

Smelly socks, will be lying around

They will eat from the can

Drink and burp, like a man

Better place for a boy, can´t be found.

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Anastasia Dourvetaki

*clap clap clap clap*

Bravo Marianne!!Great and funny little poem for Alex’s “vacation”!!

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Mc Vz

@Marianne: Soft Bump!

I really love this thread and I cannot allow it to sink down, so I’m posting here my last “covering” of RWW. Sorry if you get tired of seeing it, cause I’ve posted it at the wall and at the NB too, but I’m so bored now, I thought it’s a good idea…

I won’t blame the hurting on you

It’s just that I spent much time

Watching pics and vids on youtube

And reading the girls at nights

Cause my heart and my brain

and my body and my soul

Want to still go on

But my back and my b***

And my fingers and my eyes

Are aching a loooooot

Ay,ay, aaaaaa

While I search for more pics,

interviews, we like everything

Ay, ay, aaaaaaa, oh, oh,

Ay,ay, aaaaaa

We are fast , no relax,

always run to post everything

Ay,ay, aaaaaa

Ay,ay, aaaaaa

I don’t want to blame it on you

But there’s no one else tonight

Now that I, just couldn’t sleep

I thought I could give a try

Cause my back and my b***

And my fingers and my eyes

Are telling me to stop

But my soul and my brain

and my body and my heart

Never will give uuuuuuup

Ay,ay, aaaaaa

While I search for more pics,

interviews, we like everything

Ay, ay, aaaaaaa, oh, oh,

Ay,ay, aaaaaa

We are fast , no relax,

always run to post everything

Ay,ay, aaaaaa

Ay,ay, aaaaaa

I would never blame you for my headaches

I would never blame you for no sleep

I blame my, stubborn heart, soul and body

Not a single thing around stays the saaaaame

You’ve made me BONK…

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Hege Anita Steinvik

Ha ha ha 😀 Veeeeery good poem/song, Carmen 😀 😀 😀

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Marijke Arentsen

@ Carmen: Magnifico! :-]

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Marianne Mata Hari Saietz

Somebody ought to write a poem about boxers here. But what rhymes?

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Tania Voice

For all “mad about Alex girls” including me *)))))))))))

I just wanna be so crazy

I just wanna shout your name

I just wanna kill the sadness

Pretending that you not the same

I just wanna BONK you letters

I just wanna know the truuuuth

I just wanna be your girlfriend

I don’t wanna wasting you……….

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Laila Solum Hansen

Marianne: You wanted a boxer song: I plucke up the courage to post this old one:

THE BOXER SONG (last verse)

See my boxers – they are in all colours

white, black, blue, red, yellow, orange, green.

That is because I’ve heard of Art Class Ladies

– and their NB writings I have seen!

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Marianne Mata Hari Saietz

THANK YOU LAILA

I have worked on my own Boxer-poem for hours and finally, I think, its done.

Hope, you like it.

THE BOXERS!

In the wild ladies thread, nothing shocks us.

Alexanders wild moves, allways rocks us

But the best trick, he made,

At a concert, he played,

was to stretch and give sight to his boxers.

We have studied this topic since then.

We´re now experts on boxers for men

We like black, white and green

Even blue, we have seen

and we´re hoping to see them again

Do you think, its appropriate for the wall???? Will it schock anyone??? And if so????

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Marianne Mata Hari Saietz

Stolen from Irena on the No News-today-thread.

No news today

He left us crying here

We really want to know

What happened in Ukrainel

No news today

It’s been now a whole week

What is it that we’ve done

Did we have too much fun?

How could he know

we’re waiting night and day?

We just sit and talk how is he on his way?

How could he know

the palace we have here

Behind your WALL we reign in harmony

And all that’s left is a place dark and lonely

a terraced house in a main thread up in there

We are in tears when we think of it only

Just let us know why???

WE’RE READY WHEN YOU’RE READY :DDDDDDDDDD

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Marianne Mata Hari Saietz

FOR YANNIS, AT HIS RETURN THE 25.9.09

Our dear long-lost friend has returned.

He scrubbed army-floors until they burned.

We have missed his kind words

and his brains, but what hurts

Is without him, no greek, we have learned.

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Tania Voice

***In association with Alexander Rybak***

We won’t tall that we’re missing you

You left in bluest way

We won’t say that it’s you

Making us feel this way

But your cold and your hush, and your freeze and your miss

Driving us insane

Cause our hugs and our love, and our hearts and our kiss

Always stay the saaaaame!!!

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Marianne Mata Hari Saietz

Poem, written while having bad conscience at work.

Months ago, when I was smarter

I kind of liked, to do my job

Nowadays, it feels much harder

When I´m at work, I make a stop.

I´m at facebook, but still at work

Even though, its wrong.

But I´m a viking and go bezerk

If I miss a song.

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Marianne Mata Hari Saietz

It looks like we are going to be 16 ladies of the Butt-thread for the concert in Oslo october 10th..So I changed the lyrics from 11 to 16.

16 ladies, roaming Oslo town

Looking out for Alex´boxers

Will they be blue?

or green or black or white?

And will he take them off?

The waiting-time is tough

They train so hard

At Halling-dance at night

They jump and fall

They won´t give up the fight

They want to win

And be his Frikar girls

They fall and hit their heads

But still, they do their best.

16 ladies, roaming Oslo town

Dreaming of a brown-eyed hottie.

They are a team

determined to have fun

And all are bright and wise

And wearing good disguise

They go on stage

And act as Frikar-girls

They jump and roll

and almost touch their goal

They feel his heat

and all forget their feet

They see his lovely smile

And fall in one big píle..

******Violin tunes****

To be contiuned`???

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Marianne Mata Hari Saietz

MADNESS

A new homepage for Rybak. Hooray!

And we all were excited that day

But the joy turned to madness

And our hearts filled with sadness

The best Facebook-page, got kicked away.

On the homepage, the guys put a link

To one Facebook-page, what did they think?

Though the other one looks nice

I am mad, why not link twice?

Well Creuna-guys, I think, you STINK!!!

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Marianne Mata Hari Saietz

 HAPPY DAY

My friends, you have made me so proud

I´ll stand on the roof-tops and shout!

United and clever,

We taught them, forever,

What this page is really about.

Don´t think, they´ll forget it, no more!

They learned, that this page is hard- core!

We´ve been here too long

We built something strong

And we find, that it´s worth fighting for.

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Marianne Mata Hari Saietz

POEM ABOUT OSLO 10.10.09

When we have gone, the thread will be abandoned

And in the night, the ladies will be blue

For those, who stays, will feel, the world has ended

Until they find, the huge amount of booze

When they get drunk, the world will seem much brighter

And as they party, everything gets cool!

And while they talk and stare at pretty pictures,

They will have good times and some fun and drool.

When we have gone to Oslo for the concert,

we will have fun, but miss the thread so much

But in the end, we will be back on sunday

And then, the butt-thread will be steaming hot!

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Marianne Mata Hari Saietz

Last night after the concert, all us 18 ladies, bumped into Kjell-Arild, who had been for the concert too..I dont know how, but suddenly we were talking to him..He was very amazed, to hear, who we were, that we came from far away and had met on ” his ” facebook-page..He listened and asked questions, and we told him, he had a fanclub for him here on this thread..he almost fainted..He said, he never had time to do anything but post messages from Alex , though sometimes, he read comments too..

Well, now we told him about the discussions, and he said, monday, he would be in Rotterdam, having some time and he was going to read and read and read..so better keep this thread up in the top.

Also, I asked him about the 2 official facebooks, and he said that we were the offical official facebook-page, but the other one is also official, but it only means, the messages are posted there also.

The long-term plan, however, is to join the two groups to one big one..but I forgot to ask how..Only, I told him, and he listened, to be VERY VERY careful, not to destroy anything we build here… and he understood why.

Actually he was very impressed by our group .He got a copy of the book, too.

Marianne Mata Hari Saietz

There you go, Viola..copied from the K.A. fanclub-thread just now.

Kjell Arild, how long will it take?

Do I have to bake you a cake?

You sure wish to read this

Its all about Tiltnes

And we waiting here, still awake:-)

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Marianne Mata Hari Saietz

Kjell Arild is reading along

And soon, he will feel glad and young!

It is with great pleasure

We show him our treasure

That all started out with one song!

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Marianne Mata Hari Saietz

Copied from NB-thread

Mc Vz

Well, I was also writing this tonight, when I thought I was alone, it’s just a picture of my emotions about the OO op…Specially for the OO girls… Hope you like it:

These days I’m feeling strange

So much emotions out of range

I’ve been so high to touch the sky

And so down that tears came by

I felt so envious that turned green

I was as excited as a teen

I felt abandoned and turned blue

But still hoping dreams come true

Watched all the vids you brought

What a charming bunch, I thought

I was far but still felt near

What great girls I found in here

When I saw you next to him

I felt the need to run and scream:

Hey! Look who’s there taking the chance

The NB-girls, my dearest friends!!

Then I knew my dream came true

I was there with all of you!!!

And I felt no more apart

You carried me on your hearts!!

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Kishikutoka Tukafu

*dragging her lastest song in about the feeling of being abandoned*

*clearing throat*

A new song to sing along to “The song from a secret garden”:

And it’s been days and days

Since we have seen his face

and we have heard his voice

and now

We’re waiting here again

for any little glance

for any tiny chance

but no

He’ll never know what he makes us do

He wakes the beasts in wives and in girls, too

He heats them up and makes them dream of more

of rolling on the floor

of waiting on the shore …

TIME FOR A NEW POST, TEAM RYBAK

(and FYI: I take diamonds, money, convertibles as apology!)

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Ingegerd Claesson

From the Mediterrainian to the Artic sea

Ladies left their homes on wobbly knees

They all wanted near the fiddler to be

They left husbands and children behind

So our fiddler must be of special kind

He relly has twisted their minds

So what is this spell

It seems no one this can tell

But tickets it sure can sell

So they went to the show

Secured first row

There was something they wanted to know

So why did they go this long way

About that this I can say

Is it black, is it white, is it green or grey

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Kishikutoka Tukafu

@ Ingegerd – bravo! great and funny!

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Marianne Mata Hari Saietz

Irena, Ingegerd..I am touched and speechless, close to tears! You are great poets…and there might be more on the previous pages…I could stay up all night and read. Just came home from Amsterdam and have to go to work tomorrow…I NEED that time-expander, now!!

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Kishikutoka Tukafu

@ Marianne – a time-expander for me, too, please!!!

@ decent ladies – thanks for the kind words!

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Marianne Mata Hari Saietz

I need a new poem and fast

I don´t know, how long I can last

I read till my eyes pop

I´m dying to catch up

I need to be part of the past!

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Petra St

I didn´t know I should hand my songs/poems in here, so there you go, enjoy 🙂

A new one:

Art class anthem

You´re just too good to be drawn,

stand as a model alone,

wearing just fiddles and bow

there´s not much else to be shown.

At long last you have arrived

to our french castle for night.

You´re just too good to be blown,

in our Art class feel at home!

Pardon the way that we stare,

we study art and compare

your every muscle and smile,

then we´re all *BONKed* © but alive,

ready to pencil you up,

our papers burning, you´re HOT,

You´re just too good to wear clothes,

don´t mind, if you take them off…

We´ll draw you, baby,

And if it´s quite all right,

we need you, baby,

to stand on stage all night.

We´ll draw you, baby,

Trust in us when we say:

Turn around, baby,

we need to see your butt.

Oh, pretty baby, now that we´ve checked your stuff,

now let us draw you, baby,

let us draw you…

You´re just to good to be gone,

Art class has yet just begun,

´though we´re forbiden to touch,

it seems we want it SO much!

At long last pictures are done,

we´re hiding each, everyone.

There´s one secret to be told –

we all don´t know, how to draw…

We´ll draw you, baby,

And if it´s quite all right,

we need you, baby,

to stand on stage all night.

We´ll draw you, baby,

Trust in us when we say:

Turn around, baby,

we need to see your butt.

Oh, pretty baby, now that we´ve checked your stuff,

now let us draw you, baby,

let us draw you…

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Petra St

And an old one, in case Marianne didn´t read it yet, ´cause of too much riding on bikes in Amsterodam…

“YES, we think you´re damn sexy“ song

He sings alone waiting for suggestions,

we´re so nervous avoiding eye connection

his lips are hot, our herts are wildly pounding

doesn´t he just know exactly what we´re thinking?!?

YES, we want your body and think you´re damn sexy,

Come on, sugar, let us show,

if you really need us, just reach out and take it,

come on honey, ´couse you know…

(first interlude for drooling and screeming)

He´s teasing us, he´s moving moves that kill us,

we´re *BONKed*© to death, should have drink more tequilla,

„Now hold on a minute, before we go much further,

place hands on my butt, let´s all have fun together.

We´ll sail a boat to our mystery castle,

at least you´ll all know, exactly what I´m up to…“

SURE, we want your body and think you´re damn sexy,

Come on, sugar, let us show,

if you really need us, just reach out and take it,

come on honey, we won´t say no…

His butt´s feeling tough and right

´Cause at least he´s got his NB fans around

Relax, baby, now we are all alone…

(second interlude for touching and *BONKing* ©

– uppps, both meanings allowed, but be carefull, OK? ;D

– further resuscitation)

They wake at down, ´cause breakfast smells like heaven,

pampering hands would like to touch forever,

outside it´s cold, so who would think of leaving,

„Let´s have a bath“, nobody is complaining.

We say, we´re sorry, but we´ve run out of bubbles,

„Never mind, girls, we´ll play with rubber duckies“

GUESS, we want your body and think you´re damn sexy,

Come on, sugar, let us show,

if you really need us, just reach out and take it,

come on honey, tell us so

Tell us so, baby

(last interlude for a cold shower, drying the boy with towels,

one more cold shower, and then rowing the boat decently back to Norway…)

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Victoria CAn

@Petra: Good, good, good..*standing ovations and big applause*

*humming the Art-class anthem*

“…………………

We´ll draw you, baby,

And if it´s quite all right,

we need you, baby,

to stand on stage all night.” la la la la

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Marianne Mata Hari Saietz

The talents are flourishing here

As people are losing their fear

When friends are around you

And muses have found you

Your limits will soon disappear!

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Laila Solum Hansen

OK – then I will have to be brave and post my little contribution too…

WE’LL BE WATCHING YOU

Every breath you take

Every MOVE you make

Every string you brake

Every stroke you take

We’ll be watching you

Every single day

Every word you say

Every concert you play

Every night you stay

We’ll be watching you

Oh can’t you see

Where we want to be?

‘Cause our poor hearts break –

And drastic actions we take

To be in front of stages

We – Ladies of all ages

For every smile you give

You make us want to live

And just be watching you

Since you first charmed us with your song in ESC

No longer will our thoughts and dreams be free

On Facebook every day, and night-time too

With all our Butt-sisters to see now what is new

We keep on *BONK*ing and drooling over you….

Every breath you take

Every MOVE you make

Every string you brake

Every stroke you take

We’ll be watching you

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Marianne Mata Hari Saietz

Love your song..( every string you break LOL )

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Grete Strub

When we’re working yes we know we’re gonna be

we’re gonna be the girls who’s working hard to get to you

And when the money comes in for the work we’ll do

we’ll use almost every penny on watching you

But we would fly 500 miles

and we would fly 500 more

Just to be the girls who flew 1000 miles

to hear your voice and explore!!

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Marianne Mata Hari Saietz-

-And **Bonk**

Great song, Grete..first time anyone used that melody!

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Tanya Kuzmina

I enjoy when the sky

Smiles kind with the sun,

And when snowflakes fly

One by one on the palm.

And i trust all the words

Of darkblue ocean waves

And outcries of the boards

Swishing cold water space.

I believe in the magic,

In the dreams coming true,

In fond whisper of wind

Bringing news about you.

Now i hope that a heart

Is reflected in smiles

And for power of art…

And this hope never dies.

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Marianne Mata Hari Saietz

Tanya,,,It is beautiful!

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Tanya Kuzmina

Thank you, it was written in summer and was my first poem in English and sure it’s because of and about Alex.

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Petra St

Nice poem, Tanya 🙂

Here are some understandable verses to the norwegian song

Visa vid vindens ängar

I like the wind blowing through the curtains

or playing gently with corn in fields.

So I start singing and now for certain

I think of you, sweetest melody.

I thought I´d sing this song for Katarina,

play on my fiddle or sing alcymbal,

but then the wind reminds me of the ladies,

that would be sad, this song is just for one…

That smurf even forced me to undust my old alt flute, cause it perfectly suits this song. I haven´t played for ages… Tadaaa… 🙂 And I propably won´t stay with just one verse. I´m supposed to work!!!! Gosh!!! – where´s Hege who squeezed this song into my brain under preassue?! 😀

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Laila Solum Hansen

@Petra: Nice!

(But to be fair – the song is Swedish in original… still – beautiful..)

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Marianne Mata Hari Saietz

NEW CALENDAR

I met Alexander in MAY

And got a new feeling, to stay!

I voted, of cause, for his tune

And purchased his album in JUNE

He toured everywhere in JULY

The videos still make me high!

While he charmed every woman in AUGUST.

On Facebook, my brain turned to sawdust!

He didn´t slow down in SEPTEMBER.

He gave us some stuff, to remember!

In Sweden, he was in OCTOBER.

And Oslo, where no one was sober!

Today, is the first of NOVEMBER.

Some ladies are losing their temper!

They want him to rest for DECEMBER.

And shine for each Facebookie-member.

In JANUARY, he might rest

He really, should give it a test.

In FEBRUARY, no one knows

If he will come to Greece, for some shows.

The sun and the spring comes in MARCH

My hopes, for next album are large.

In APRIL, new tour-plan begins.

I am sure, he will visit the finns.

At his 24th birthday, in MAY.

We will all come to party and stay!