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the Pasific

Posted by jan oskar hansen on March 8, 2018 at 3:55 AM Comments comments (0)

The Pacific


The ship was going down a water mountain

only to be met with another mountain and

going up and up, this dizzying dance no rest

only holding on for life hoping the Typhon

would blow itself out.

Towards morning the sea was simmering

down leaving us to try working, but the talk

in the mess hall was subdued.


the bench

Posted by jan oskar hansen on March 7, 2018 at 4:40 AM Comments comments (0)

The Bench


Here sits a man in a park

lost for the world,

he was trying to break down banalities.

Not knowing that 99% of our daily

conversations consist of trivialities,

Without this safety valve

people would be trying too hard to say

something sensible

and end up alone in a park


the voice

Posted by jan oskar hansen on March 6, 2018 at 4:55 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



the best weather

Posted by jan oskar hansen on March 5, 2018 at 11:40 AM Comments comments (0)

The best weather


After a cold, dehydrated winter spring was declared

It made its entrance with torrential rain and thunder,

And so the bad weather has continues

In a way, it is not bad weather the land was parched

And the water level in dams dangerously low

For us people of the land, we know it is unpleasant but we

Also, know without rain the summer sun would burn

Everything to cinders, which would give temporary happiness

For the tourists but leave the country in ruin




drizzly afternoon

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

Drizzly afternoon


Good rain falls today it’s not splashing violently

down filling gutters and causing flooding, it falls

softly and is welcomed by the soil, grass and leaves.

Peaceful and lazy I stand in the doorway looking out

and I hear guns rusting quietly in the rain, as damp

ammunition fizzes white smoke but does no harm.

If I could bottle peace of this un-heroic landscape of

Algarve and send it to Palestine; will it be drunk? Or

will they claim it’s against their religion to do so?

I don’t know, and you don’t come calling me a seer,

it’s just that all the peace around here is a waste and

it ought to be exported to those who need it


the gentle precipitation

Posted by jan oskar hansen on February 27, 2018 at 4:05 AM Comments comments (0)

The gentle precipitation



I was not aware it had been raining all night

it fell so silently and still did, the gentleness

of all things precious, the intense beauty of

of an earth and plants soaking up the gift

and not splashing the rain down making furrows

and rivers full of debris. Mind it had been a strange night

When I woke up during the night I walked

Like an athlete to the loo, and thought is God telling

me something letting me have a happy day

before switching off the light. Even though it was night

I decided to make it a morning than I fell

asleep with the sun on my face and it was ten

in the morning and I could still walk like an athlete.


morning in wonderland

Posted by jan oskar hansen on February 26, 2018 at 4:05 AM Comments comments (0)

Morning in Wonderland



Beautiful rain I had a shower

used rose petals as soap and hibiscus as a towel,

while three black crows sat on the fence

crafting giggling commentaries on how I looked

An illusionist came walking up the lane, and

the crows took refuge under his cape.

The mist came rolling in they disappeared

left me wondering about the prestidigitator.

He didn`t need to entertain me as I was busy

dancing and singing in the rain.



Posted by jan oskar hansen on February 25, 2018 at 9:40 AM Comments comments (0)

The occupiers


Faro is a beautiful coastal town with a marina

and wonderful blue waters, it is an old city with

historic buildings and an inner wall where

the army and rich merchants lived, but there is a problem

you can hear it like swarm bees long before you

see them; rats are building a city in the ancient

the sewer system and get sunlight through

the storm drains, not to forget they a have an army to,

vermin come ashore from long boats, established

a colony thrived and married into the local rats.

At night thousands of them come over ground

and clean the city of waste, the sanitation dep,

has little to do in a town with no litter, but how

long will it takes before the vermin are strong

and ready to expel the humans?


PS. This scribbling was never meant to have political



the Gnu

Posted by jan oskar hansen on February 24, 2018 at 4:05 AM Comments comments (0)

The Gnu

A mud coloured antelope, a walking dinner

for hyenas and lions and they can always catch one when hungry.

There was a big gnu chasing lesser ones away from

the waterhole on the savannah, its plane was to drink all the water.

The hyena that had been sleeping awoke and gnus needed a new king;

the winner is the fasted runner,

and it is not fair to point out their stupidity.



haiku about little

Posted by jan oskar hansen on February 23, 2018 at 4:25 AM Comments comments (0)


Drunk I was last night

Today my wife doesn`t speak to me

I`m sad and lonely



I`ve stopped smoking

Time hangs heavy in the air

In the smoke-filled pub



New Year’s resolutions

Bring out the worst in people

Makes them boring