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birth of life

Posted by jan oskar hansen on May 21, 2018 at 6:15 AM Comments comments (0)

The Birth of life

 

I was born by a woman, this because I`m human

and not a horse, my mother had many faults as a housewife

but she instilled in our honesty and forthrightness

and not stay silent if you have an opinion that is not what

everybody else believes, and I have followed her rules.

I happen to think that abortion is in principle a crime against

nature to end a pregnancy for any reason that is not medical.

I`m the lucky one we lived in poverty yet my mother gave me life.

When pre-born my soul had lived aeons of time and

seen how countries had withered and taken over

because people lived in luxury where wine, sex and lust was

more important than giving life

nations who had forgotten their future and imported

children from afar lands which altered a culture

and replaced it with chaos and failure.

The slave is stronger than the master.

Now it is happening again; women have been lured into

thinking that they are not equal to a man if they

bear children, which is the highest anyone can reach.

Women are our future let us not forget this simple truth.

 

 

birth of life

Posted by jan oskar hansen on May 21, 2018 at 6:15 AM Comments comments (0)

The Birth of life

 

I was born by a woman, this because I`m human

and not a horse, my mother had many faults as a housewife

but she instilled in our honesty and forthrightness

and not stay silent if you have an opinion that is not what

everybody else believes, and I have followed her rules.

I happen to think that abortion is in principle a crime against

nature to end a pregnancy for any reason that is not medical.

I`m the lucky one we lived in poverty yet my mother gave me life.

When pre-born my soul had lived aeons of time and

seen how countries had withered and taken over

because people lived in luxury where wine, sex and lust was

more important than giving life

nations who had forgotten their future and imported

children from afar lands which altered a culture

and replaced it with chaos and failure.

The slave is stronger than the master.

Now it is happening again; women have been lured into

thinking that they are not equal to a man if they

bear children, which is the highest anyone can reach.

Women are our future let us not forget this simple truth.

 

 

three new haiku

Posted by jan oskar hansen on May 21, 2018 at 12:35 AM Comments comments (0)

Haiku

The rose of yesterday

Has lost allure

Since it was put in a vase

 

A cypress unwraps

When someone expires

Says the legend

 

A tulip sways in Dutch pasture

Before being cut

Wrapped in cellophane and sold

 

the undead

Posted by jan oskar hansen on May 19, 2018 at 7:10 AM Comments comments (4)

The undead?

One day, a high summer season, I drove my bike

along with a narrow track, the led me deep into

a landscape that once had been domesticated

but now had gone back to nature,

I came upon a small clearing ringed by tall

umbrella trees leaving the clearing in an ominous

half- light where sun glare danced among

the branches of trees and bushes; I saw three

hearses and a van, none of them had wheels

the windows of the last-ride-cars had been

taken down and flimsy curtains put up to give

it a resemblance to home.

A family of itinerants had found sanctuary here

and I was not welcome; they threw pebbles at me

and I had to turn the bike around sine

narrows forest road ended at their camp.

They came running, trying to catch me, and dogs

snapped at my heels. I have never attempted t

be back since but, often think why some people

are so poor they have to live in a hearse.

 

 

midnight party

Posted by jan oskar hansen on May 15, 2018 at 10:05 AM Comments comments (0)

Midnight Party

 

On a ride on booze swim in a lake of dreams

It is so easy to drown when a wine is sweet, and the moon is full.

Jumped he had from a river where salmons swam up

while he drifted into the sea that was warm as a summer lake.

On a reef smoked a cigarette and contemplated his future

ah, this wonderful aroma he composed a ditty a song for

the sinful, the bedraggled fag the righteous had banned.

When high tide came, he could swim ashore with the tide,

because a raft floated by it was full of wine and it was not

going to dry land. He awoke, and it was dawn, the barge

stuck on a sandy beach, nothing for its time to get dry.

 

 

strange happening

Posted by jan oskar hansen on May 10, 2018 at 7:15 AM Comments comments (0)
Strange happening Dressed in a dark blue navy uniform with golden buttons she ran up the escalator, half way up she lost her shiny helmet and her long blond hair flew in the subways draught, like the flying mane of a galloping horse. Picked up the helmet gave it to her and she pierced me with her pink eyes, I felt dizzy and had a nose bled, fell onto the escalator going down where I lay prone on a dirty terminal trod on by commuters going home from work. Men in, grey overalls came and threw me into a large rubbish bin when I awoke in the morning, still in the bin, I had cigarette butts up my nostrils and a half eaten burger in my mouth, but in my clenched fist a golden button.

the seagull that loves me

Posted by jan oskar hansen on May 1, 2018 at 7:05 AM Comments comments (0)

The seagull that loved me

The seagull which lives beside the chimney

knew me since I fed it from the deck of a ship,

and it remembered me by waving its left wing

it had seen I am a lefty when throwing it dinners

not eaten by a crew who wanted cakes& ale

it had lived on the most easterly rock for

thirty years but had done to it advanced age

been threatened younger males, it gave up

its kingdom and by luck or instinct landed on

My roof. We ate breakfast together, it by

the window ledge outside eating sardines I had

bought the day before, I, a tin of tunny

I went for a walk when the sea-gull circled high

near the coast until its wings got tired and it

slept in the nest in had made beside the chimney.

During a fierce winter storm, it took to the wings

and I have not seen it since.

 

doctor or dentist

Posted by jan oskar hansen on April 30, 2018 at 4:15 AM Comments comments (0)

Doctor or Dentist

 

An enormous raindrop fell under an umbrella and nearly

drowned the occupant under it. A dentist came opened her mouth

and being ethical pulled out the wrong teeth.

Another man came said he was a doctor and told the dentist

to stop, the dentist said I too am a doctor, and rotten teeth

are sorry for the health, even a pill pusher like you ought to know;

The dentist was rude because he was fed up not being called a doctor.

it came to blows. Meanwhile, an ambulance came

picked up the nearly drowned lady and stopped the fight between

the two medical professionals, the skirmish made the dentist

happy because the ambulance had said; you doctors should not

fight in public.

 

Friday rain

Posted by jan oskar hansen on April 29, 2018 at 4:30 AM Comments comments (0)

Friday Rain.

 

The café facing the busy street has big windows

I see umbrellas walking by, some of them stop,

fold wings, shake water off backs and enter.

I remember my childhood in black and grey when

umbrellas were stygian; and a lady

umbrella was a bit smaller, yet imp-like,

had frilly silk borders, but was sable too.

Rain shades are of all colures now.

cheerful a sharp breeze, they turn inside out and that’s ok;

it is the festive hues against

the inundation I like.

 

the venegance

Posted by jan oskar hansen on April 29, 2018 at 12:30 AM Comments comments (0)

The Vengeance

In the house were we lived had five families

a toilet for everyone in the basement where also rats lived.

The man in the flat under ours (one room) drank a lot and when

drunk beat his wife and then he forced himself on her.

We could do little sometimes police came and arrested the man

but let him go when he was sober.

Then he came ill and as he lay dying his wife bought funeral

outfit for herself it was all in black, she paraded in front

of him said it was for his funeral we heard him sob, we

also heard her giggles, but there was little we could do.

 

 

 


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