My Life in Historical Sense

By Trygve Gangnaes

This Poetry collection is from a larger amount of Poetry written over a period of 35 years. A number of the Poems as in the B-Section is inspired by keen insight into human history. Others Poems are celebrating human life in a beautiful and powerful Universe, but also describing the battle of life and death in nature. Others are particularly describing the interplay with humans in rough scenarios. Some of the history-inspired Poetry may fall into the Epic category, while others are more descriptive and communicating powerful scenes in all the categories of; Life and Nature; Love & Dreams; The nature and the Universe and Historical Constellations. A substantial part of this collection is of course triggered by inspiration only and leaves the reader to interpret and create his or hers pictures; for thus to fall into the definition of Art; as they will inevitably contribute by their own creation; in a similar way as painter leaves it up to the viewer to fulfill a smaller or larger part of the creation.
My pen-name Jack Town is again being brought in as the name represents so many facets of writing that it could not be fully attributed to just one person.
A lot of human experiences and reactions can only become a mental asset if the one facing them sits down and work it out in poesy or prose. Tgjr

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: May 13, 2014
• ISBN: 9781493197392

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My Life in

Historical Sense

Trygve Gangnaes Jr.

Copyright © 2014 by Trygve Gangnaes Jr.

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Rev. date: 05/08/2014

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Contents

SECTION A1: JUST POETRY

It never lets me go

Merry X-mas Tonite

The old Creed of the Serbs

The Father

Where was her Lair of Might?

SECTION A2: DREAMS

The Sighs Of The Wind

A woman

Spiritual Love

The Black and White Swan

The Fawn

I had a Friend

SECTION B: HISTORY AS IT MAY HAVE BEEN

The Ageless Aged

In The Sand Lies The Glory

The Fall and Rise of Spiritual Knowledge

Way Down In Bethlehem

In the Dust of the Crumbled… .

The Song of Life

The Stillness Of The Morning

SECTION C: LOVE FOR LIFE

Our Love Is Rare

She’s sleeping now.

A Daughter Becomes Mother

The Woman of Hearts

Your Gentle Beingness

I Can’t have You Gone my Dear

Dear my Life

I see Stars

Going Home On A Mid-Night Train

The first time she met him

I had a Friend

The Fall is here

The Forest Spirit of Living Things

I wake up in the Morning

Your eyes when they feel

SECTION D: NATURE AND THE UNIVERSE

Predicted Life

It’s Autumn

Sometimes you see them

Fall Reflections

Merciless Sun

No Sound—No Life

Wayfarers Chapel

The Light of tender sweet.

He was my father

A Dedication to her People

Her eyes were different

Long-Gone Time Has Passed

Without Love

It’s Sunday Morning

You came from a distant land

JUST POETRY

It never lets me go

the calls from the mountains

and their streams

it stays with me

it beams

from my heart

it makes me leap with joy

It fill my lungs with vitality

the runs of hooked trout

as it jumps and turns about

it gives me the thrill

when it runs downhill

When it leaps and dives

it gives me the chills

and when it goes for the fall

the shrieks of the reel

the flex in the pole

gives it a stall

but is all there is

to keep him from getting free

The sparkling clearness

of the stream

it stays with me

the calmness of the lakes

gives me peace of mind

as I leave

it behind

it is still part of me

In the darkness of night

when those stars shines so bright

far, far away from the city life

the crackling of fire

on a remote lakeshore

that’s when I keep asking for more

The oozing of the coffee pot

spitting in the burning wood

the yellowish flames

warming my limbs

In the early hours

when the heat from

the embers lies below a grey

sheet of ashes

When the fog is travelling away

whispering its lashes of moist

in your face as if you can hear

it’s call

in its