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grave stones

Posted by jan oskar hansen on August 11, 2018 at 2:50 AM Comments comments (0)

The Grave Stone


Many years ago I went to the cemetery to find

my brother`s grave, but he had not been dead long

and had no stone. I was sent a picture, his stone is big

full name and in loving memory, the whole clan must have

chipped in it looked costly.

I felt slightly envious I can get a big stone too if I pay

for it now, the blue marble will be lovely.

I`m hesitant to invest in my stone, just in case I live

Longer than expected. You never know with people like me

I have all illnesses you can think of, but I keep waking up

In the morning, eat breakfast and take my medicine

and as usual, I`m grumpy, complaining I don`t laugh much

but I`m here to everyone’s chagrin.



a thought

Posted by jan oskar hansen on August 10, 2018 at 3:20 AM Comments comments (0)

A Thought

My foolish heart its colour is blue

and my thoughts are rainbows which I ride

on to a mystical past and it is pastel hued.

Insecurities are blinking yellow.

The spectral takes me to the moon places

I will not go near.

It presses on to go deeper to the swam I’m

a bottom feeder eat trout in the raw

for its colour, I crave the light and lust for

The rainbow that stranded me in silver light

on a planet that has no history,

I was my face in the part of me that is unsullied

soon it will be morning.



Posted by jan oskar hansen on August 9, 2018 at 3:00 AM Comments comments (0)


where lies are common to be polite and opinions

are only accepted if it is the realm of what is

viewed as the norm and must not be overstepped.

I believe in the free expression but am sceptical of the free will as it will only bring chaos such as abortion as

on the whim of the day. You can say I`m an authoritarian ascertain order has to follow the law of nature,

which many consider as an infringement of rights.

What Right!

Europe has a shrinking population thanks

to the idea that the morality of the unwritten law

that can be overlooked without any consequence

of the future generation.

Abortion is capitalist thinking eat your cake today

and never mind what happens when we have gone.



a bus driver and a rowing boat

Posted by jan oskar hansen on August 8, 2018 at 3:25 AM Comments comments (0)

The bus driver and a rowing boat



I remember a song “A slow boat to China”

There was a man a bus driver who took his wife on holiday to Spain

where his wife ran away with a shepherd

The bus driver went home alone but had the house which exploded

(a gas leak) when he sat on the loo; he was unharmed but somewhat

embarrassed. When the insurance money, came he bought a rowing boat

which had a mast and he could set sail when the wind was right.

He landed in Falmouth before the winter storms.

When spring came he rowed and sailed to the island of Neves where

he met John Cleeve, who wrote a funny article about the brave man

and suddenly the bus driver was famous.

The rich people in Neve gave him money which put in a bank

(there are so many banks) when he went to the bank to draw

out money for an ice-cream, he found he was a millionaire.

High finance is a mystery and something had gone wrong

not for him to ask questions, but he did transfer the money

to a Swiss bank and took the first plane back to Europe.

The bus driver is now a prosperous cattle farmer in Andalusia.



once upon a ship

Posted by jan oskar hansen on August 8, 2018 at 3:10 AM Comments comments (0)

Once upon a time


I was, it seems like 100 years ago,

on an old fashion cargo ship, the carried all sorts

rhum, potatoes, flour, machine parts, plastic flowers,

and tinned fruit, meat, and hats for the wife of the in Honduras.

For some reason, there was a door in my store room

it led into a cargo hold I filled the larder till it looked

like a corner shop. My task was to keep the cost of living down,

and the captain got a telegram from the company complimenting

me on keeping the cost down.

When the ship birthed in some obscure port, the unloading

took a long time and there was time to go ashore

have a bit of fun and a good steak with wine at a restaurant.

I was twenty-five and had a hell of a time, but nothing

lasts forever, the ship was sold to a Greek shipping company

and we all had to go home.



one flag one country

Posted by jan oskar hansen on August 7, 2018 at 3:15 AM Comments comments (0)

One flag one country


in the beginning there was hope it was agreed upon

That a turkey was a big chicken and it wouldn’t offend anyone

as the two fowls had no say and didn’t they had a name.

Around the conference table, there was a spontaneous applause

So little had gone right for them the chairman suggested

In the spur of the moment to find a common name for

Palestinians and Jews referring to the group Lapwejs, there

Was a long silence, but the idea was sound only the name

Lapwejs didn’t have a melodious tone; a comity was formed to

Study the idea if they succeed the people of that part

Of the world would end discrimination s everyone was equal

Of course they had to come up with a new flag on that

Look like Greek copy, but had several warm friendly colours.

No one would be call anti-Lapwejs or something similar.



the elite poets

Posted by jan oskar hansen on August 6, 2018 at 2:20 AM Comments comments (0)

The elite poets




I have been watching a program about poems and the creator of poetry,


what is typical of younger poets they are an upper middle class, university educated and know everything about the craft.


At the end of studies, they feel they have to write a book of poems hungry as they are for literary fame,


having read the old master think they have to be dramatic and write about experiences they have not had yet,


nevertheless, they get favourable mentions in the Guardian and the rest is hype and bullshit.


they tolf us a lie

Posted by jan oskar hansen on August 5, 2018 at 2:35 AM Comments comments (0)

They told you a lie


It is said money is not important but love is Balderdash! when you are old you need money as never before,


your house is falling down and you can`t do anything about it because you are too poor to get a builder.


Sitting on a settee hand in hand watching dripping, dank walls while watching a white & black TV fluming in a dank corner,


and you will regret money spent on frivolities when young


And lacking the talent needed to make money when you could and never mind about


the memory of women you loved most of them got on married rich, powerful men who died and left them with money


enough to paint the house and fix those pesky water leaks



a child`s sea

Posted by jan oskar hansen on August 4, 2018 at 1:50 AM Comments comments (6)

A child`s sea

The green sea of hope is deep

has seaweed at the bottom where

baby fish play hide and seek.

The sharks are like fluffy dogs have endless

Love for us; friendlier still is the whale

you can ride on its back

It will even give you a shower

should you feel cold

The green is an optical illusion

but it represents the hope that is no longer

present on dry land.


the aquanaut

Posted by jan oskar hansen on August 3, 2018 at 3:00 AM Comments comments (0)

The Aquanaut


The ship sank two survivors on a raft

the Japanese and me.

On the first two days, sharks circled the raft

but they lost interest and disappeared

The Asian man shook my hand and said goodbye

jumped overboard and swam to

the land of the rising sun.

I was rescued by a fishing vessel the next day

thinking the Japanese had drowned didn`t

think more about him, till I met him in Tokyo

where he made a living as a swimming instructor.