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Doris Day

Posted by jan oskar hansen on June 11, 2018 at 5:00 AM Comments comments (0)

Doris Day.


I had something on my mind but Doris day

keep coming in making me hum one of her songs.

There was a foul sex murder in Milan which

a man confessed to, but it was found guilty

she had precipitated in the deed and was jailed,

bet she didn’t bother to sing one of Doris Day`s

songs. Four years later they found her innocent

and set her free she hastily went back to

the USA, which was a shrewd move to a new court case

found her guilty again and can`t go back to Italy,

a shame really she after four years in prison spoke perfect Italian.

The latest I heard she was going to

Norway for her holiday, fishing for salmon I think.

I have studied her face, something about her eyes

tell me she is a psychopath, but what do I know?


my personal deity

Posted by jan oskar hansen on June 10, 2018 at 8:05 AM Comments comments (0)

Personal Deity

I have a friendly ghost in the living room

before the wine glass hits the floor, it scopes

it up not spilling a drop.

But hang on if you believe in an afterlife

It follows there must be a God which you think

Is a myth designed for fear of death?

To disappear into the vast nothingness

Personal Deity

I have a friendly ghost in the living room

before the wine glass hits the floor, it scopes

it up not spilling a drop.

But hang on if you believe in an afterlife

It follows there must be a God which you think

Is a myth designed for fear of death?

To disappear into the vast nothingness

where nothing exists.

So the explanation must be my dexterity

grabbing the glass before it hits the floor.


memorial service

Posted by jan oskar hansen on June 9, 2018 at 6:35 AM Comments comments (0)

Local Memorial Service


Outside the funeral agency two employees

dressed for their job, stood smoking, by the pavement

a hearse with coffin inside stood waiting.

finally, they threw the butts in the gutter started

The car to take to the church where the casket would

be decorated with flowers and then with a cortège

of mourners followed behind led by the local padre.

There were no many men among the marchers, they

thronged the bar on the way and only joined

in the last minutes.

The padre did the rituals and packed up and left

the mourners cried and there were many handshakes

among the people and talk about the dead person

who apparently had been a bit of a bastard cheating

in cards and not to be trusted.

Of course, nothing of this was uttered at the cemetery

it was later in the bar the person of ill-repute was mentioned



life- like robots

Posted by jan oskar hansen on June 9, 2018 at 6:25 AM Comments comments (0)

Life-like Robots

In the large warehouse were robots

for export and fitted with different ability are kept.

During the day the robots absorb human

activity such music from the TV mounted high on the wall,

at night they come to a curious half-life and passionless

dance to tune remembered.

One night a guard came over them, and since the dancing

was a secret they killed the guard breaking his neck

threw him down some steep steps making it look like

an accident and since robots have no moral consciousness

thought no more about it.

The problem was the guard`s cap was in the room and them

found some fibres from clothing on some of the robots.

It was not spoken of but the workplace felt eerie, was

the robots watching them, had the lost control of their

precious invention? The answers hang heavily in the air

and few wanted to work at the warehouse anymore.


farmer haiku

Posted by jan oskar hansen on June 8, 2018 at 4:40 AM Comments comments (0)


The cock crows at four

I listen to its keen caw

Then sleep till eight


The farmer is up

Starts his infernal tractor

I smell diesel fume


At eleven o`clock

The fishmonger`s white van tootles

Soon it will be lunch


the sex life

Posted by jan oskar hansen on June 7, 2018 at 5:25 AM Comments comments (0)

The sex life


I met her a the supermarket

there was a strong sexual attraction between us

which was odd I hadn`t thought of sex for years.

We came to a house with a myriad of rooms

took one of them, but as the act was to commence

I had to pee, looked for a loo couldn’t find one,

found a sink but a man come and said it was his place.

Back in the love nest, the woman had gone I dressed

drove home and peed on the flowers on the terrace

as I didn`t want to wake up my wife.

Back in my med with my wife in, I pondered about

I have not had an erection for ten years, so the conclusion

was I had had a nightmare.



yesterday`s time

Posted by jan oskar hansen on June 6, 2018 at 7:45 AM Comments comments (0)

Yesterday’s Time

The valley has been overcast for days

and in the night when we both are awake

tears fall as rain softly and sad.

It shouldn`t be like this the sun should shine

and I should be glad to leave, the winter

was too hard it cannot be repeated, but who

remembers yesterday?

All those boxes filled with the past ready to

be sent by car to a place where people drive too fast.

And folks are busy to hurry on the day

that is longer now than before, ready meal no

time to cook anymore; is this my new life now?




Posted by jan oskar hansen on June 5, 2018 at 3:55 PM Comments comments (0)

The Multiracial


We are all mildly racists at heart; we unconsciously judge the world

and other people`s value and beliefs as inferior to ours.

Where we were born and the culture we absorbed as superior to others.

No matter how liberal we are and no matter how good we think we are

it can`t be erased by a multi-cultural

Agenda pushed our way. But we can learn to respect one another views even

if they are born out of ignorance as we think it is.

And the “Them” will think the same about us as ignorant of their values

and their superior culture.

When we fear immigrants, it is because we think the will watering down

our cherished culture and replace it with something inferior, we

don`t see the beliefs they add are making us intellectually richer

and expand our understanding of the world.

Israel is a good example trying to make their land a race pure state,

we have been there before, and it ended in disaster.

For those who might be in doubt, it is also called Nazism.


goodbye Europa

Posted by jan oskar hansen on June 5, 2018 at 6:35 AM Comments comments (0)

Goodbye Europe


Driving along I saw at a distance what looked

like two dark shadows holding up a smaller wizen shadow,

and I thought without Africa, Europe would have been a more miserable place.

We stole their people from working in fields and factories

we took their minerals and gold and left them destitute.

Now they are coming here, and we offer them a tent,

If you are not a wall climber, a fast track runner or football

hero, we don`t want to know.

I the meantime, the population – white tribe- am dying out

We have reached the pinnacle of our evolution, the glass siling

has broken women prefer driving Mercedes cars and

men turn to each other for succour to be gay is the new normal.

We older and another race must take over our delimitations we are

dying out, we are a curious vanishing race in a sea of colour and strange

manners. Unless Europe wakes up and produces own children

we need immigrants in a massive

scale, if not we become a historical footnote.


the visitors

Posted by jan oskar hansen on June 4, 2018 at 6:05 AM Comments comments (0)

The visitors

A knock on my entrance door, I opened up

and seven people came in one of them looked at me

like she should be in love, perhaps she remembered

me 40 years back in time. The house had been rebuilt

the steps leading up to the second floor were outside

the girl when they marched out kissed my hand

and I thought: am I a pope now?

She looked like the Palestinian girl – unarmed- had been

shot by a female sniper who did this foul deed in

the name of her country she had been told Palestinians

were out to kill them, the female shooter was defending

her blood dripping country.

I knew the six others too one was my brother

the other my sister and the rest old friends but none

of them recognised me.

The ladder up to the second landing was long I saw

them disappearing into a cloud closed my door I was

suddenly cold, went in and sat by the fire.