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Posted by jan oskar hansen on April 24, 2018 at 4:55 AM Comments comments (0)



I have unfolded my poetic wings

they have no feathers and the downdrafts

makes it impossible to soar

Tomorrow the doctor will see me, I have to walk

on a treadmill, just like Oscar Wilde

he wrote a book about it, I’m more modest

perhaps I can get an alternative poem out of the test.

I fear my doctor he has got cold hand and looks at me with distaste.

What I fear the most is a petrified blaze that turns roses into

bright diamonds no one will ever see and that oil spill

will cover the oceans with a rainbow slush.

Can`t tell my doctor this, he will only give me a pill for it.


a river

Posted by jan oskar hansen on April 23, 2018 at 5:50 AM Comments comments (0)

A River

It is a river in the middle of the landscape

not a famous river it has no university buildings

and it doesn`t appear in ancient books.

In winters it froze up in spring it was deep to

cold to swim in, in summers for a short while

It was a place to go bathing, and then it became

too shallow, a yellowish dribble not fit for

anything but drinking water for sheep.

And that is the life we get what we deserve not

what we want, and no over-top lyrics is written

about it, just as well we can`t have its banks

crowded by poets.



Posted by jan oskar hansen on April 22, 2018 at 5:30 AM Comments comments (0)


It was an early Sunday morning in June

A man I a rowing boat stealing ducks in the lake,

who thought he was there to feed them,

bagged two before the others got the message,

this was not a nice man with a bag of breadcrumbs.

Two mighty swans didn`t like this they swam to

the boat pulled the man out and held him under

the water till he stopped struggling.

Empty rowboat in the lake a mystery, his body

was found next day; an accident they concluded

but didn`t mention the dead ducks.




Posted by jan oskar hansen on April 21, 2018 at 5:30 AM Comments comments (0)


Stood by the window, saw a man with a cane, walking

down the road, I waited for him to return waited all day long

till I was so hungry that I rushed into the kitchen

grabbed an apple and continued my vigil waiting for

the man with a cane to return. Darkness comes the road has

no light I had a flashlight to lit up part of the road

should I hear some noise? Two in the morning I heard him

he looked startled in the flashlight, this was the moment when I knew

I was truly mad.





the failure

Posted by jan oskar hansen on April 20, 2018 at 4:30 AM Comments comments (0)

The Failure

When I was bored with sea life

and walked ashore in Santiago

I could find no work except in house of ill repute

throwing out the rebellious and for some reason

became a father confessor to the women, not a good start

No one wanted a book- learned man who had read Nietzsche

so when the money was gone it was back to sea.

any ship would do as long as I was paid so I could leave and

try my luck. I got a job on a Liberia type ship that looks as

it was ready to sink – it did after I left- for some reason

the ship was going to Norway it is a mystery we got there.

After years of self-disgust, I had a heart attack and the state

gave me a sick benefit which was not enough to live on

in Norway so I want to Portugal and stayed, there deep in

the interior and spent my time walking or writing

alternative poetry with little success, which disappointed me

that not being knows, until I realized it didn`t matter

I had found my Shangri La and that in the end is my goal in life.



stay at your lest

Posted by jan oskar hansen on April 19, 2018 at 4:00 AM Comments comments (0)

Stay at you lest


In the working class district where grew up

Stay with your lest

most boys began working in a factory when old enough

they married to a nice wife had a little flat and children.

they continued being solid workers till the reached

pension age got a watch and a picture in the local paper

dressed in ill-fitting suits looking solemn and proud.

They had done their life’s work and could now

sit in the park or feed the ducks and wait for dinner.

I didn`t want this went to sea and later at catering academy

but I was a lousy seaman spent most of my time reading

and when I had reached the pinnacle of my profession was

utterly bored and rebellious I was not wanted and

took a job on any ship anywhere in the hope of finding what

I was unable to define. I tried writing, prefer the vignette style

used English or the Norwegian language, it was a slow going

liked to do what I did even though, I was rarely published.

I sit in a small cabin far from home and know I should have done

as the other boys become a reliable worker with a nice wife,

They found dignity in their place I should have done the same.


alone in the night

Posted by jan oskar hansen on April 18, 2018 at 4:40 AM Comments comments (0)

Alone in the night



During the night I had no angst

but my teeth hurt and sleep had gone truant

Time is relative the clock on the stand

appeared to have stopped checking the time

in the living room, it was 2 minutes faster.

Four in the morning too late for a glass of wine

not a common drunk, got nothing to hide.

When awake the toothache had gone for now

it was overcast nine o`clock and gloomy





this crazy world

Posted by jan oskar hansen on April 17, 2018 at 4:10 AM Comments comments (0)

This crazy world

Steven Hawkins is dead his contribution to science

was magnificent, even though I do not understand.

In the meantime, we pollute the land big cities are

running out of drinking water and future wars will not

be about oil but fresh water.

We continue to fight wars that are about ism and power,

yes, the isms that by its nature is hateful and

only good to make those who live here dislike into ogres.

Space is full of debris, our ocean so full of plastic

that marine life die, but still, we carry on over a cliff

and down the abyss, icecaps are melting showing

Islands we want to use for oil- exploration can we not

Delay this haste to our doom,

Perhaps Steven Hawkins’s had a point!


at the doctor

Posted by jan oskar hansen on April 16, 2018 at 5:10 AM Comments comments (0)

I have been to my heart doctor

she noticed I had been smoking and banged a delicate

fist on the table and her stethoscope danced over her

firm breasts, she was furious,

did not listen to my lame excuses that a cigarette

was given to me the day before and polite as I`m

couldn`t say no. She was not mollified.

What do I know perhaps she is worried by her son?

who doesn`t want to be a doctor?

The tests I had showed no avers affect, she calmed

down and I gave her a copy of my latest book:

“alternative poetry and political opinions.”

I promised to not smoke again and gave her my latest book.


the voice

Posted by jan oskar hansen on April 14, 2018 at 8:40 AM Comments comments (0)

The Voice of the People


The morning is excellent and calm

I try to write about the feeling I have inside me,

but can only come up with a feeling

of boredom, that comes when looking out of the window

too often and see nothing has changed.

I don`t want to live here anymore, but is fearful

of the unknown – being outside my comfort zone-

even if it is tedious, I find the world scary,

a cacophony of a common scream

That comes with unbridled democracy, everyone

Has the right to be heard when they should be quiet

or speak sotto voice

when they can only produce banalities

Thinking has to be approved by the masses and

those who call themselves liberal