poetry and vignettes
|Posted by jan oskar hansen on March 8, 2018 at 3:55 AM||comments (0)|
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.
|Posted by jan oskar hansen on March 7, 2018 at 4:40 AM||comments (0)|
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
and end up alone in a park
|Posted by jan oskar hansen on March 6, 2018 at 4:55 AM||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
|Posted by jan oskar hansen on March 5, 2018 at 11:40 AM||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
|Posted by jan oskar hansen on March 4, 2018 at 4:10 AM||comments (0)|
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
|Posted by jan oskar hansen on February 27, 2018 at 4:05 AM||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.
|Posted by jan oskar hansen on February 26, 2018 at 4:05 AM||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 (0)|
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
|Posted by jan oskar hansen on February 24, 2018 at 4:05 AM||comments (0)|
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.
|Posted by jan oskar hansen on February 23, 2018 at 4:25 AM||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