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!