poetry and vignettes
|Posted by jan oskar hansen on September 16, 2019 at 5:15 AM||comments (0)|
A season is over
Golden leaves softly fall
The breeze is absent.
Bushes have the blooms
Still intact covered in dust
The town waits for storm
Indoor plants sag too
Sorrowful for no reason
Longing for freedom
Know their duty are coming
They have the courage
|Posted by jan oskar hansen on September 13, 2019 at 7:10 AM||comments (0)|
Looking for serenity
At the corner shop
They have sold out happiness
They sell fresh bread
Moreover, plastic toys.
The greengrocer next door
Sell carrots, cabbage and leeks
However, no heart-shaped
Further down the road
A shop specialises in exotic cheese
and milk products
However, none of them sell Joy.
|Posted by jan oskar hansen on September 12, 2019 at 4:35 AM||comments (0)|
O, sleep, why did you forsake me
I close my eyes will me to sleep
Better get up watch an old movie
A western one and you know who
Are the baddie and the sheriff
John Wayne is holding in his stomach.
The fake fight scene with furniture
That breaks easily.
O, sleep, why did you forsake me.
|Posted by jan oskar hansen on September 11, 2019 at 4:05 AM||comments (0)|
By the graveside
The flowers on a heap at the grave,
some given by love others out of duty.
Some with a grudge didn’t show up
as banal revenge of the pain from
the whip of her sharp tongue.
I found it difficult to comprehend that
my impossible mother was in a coffin
she had no respect of authority, spoke
her mind sometimes unwisely.
I saw he once slapping a police officer
who got so perplexed he walked his way
after threatening to arrest her.
She was an avid reader but never wrote
which was a pity she had much to offer.
She is still inside of my head and will be
there as long as I live.
|Posted by jan oskar hansen on September 10, 2019 at 5:10 AM||comments (0)|
It begins with an idea
Something read that becomes a sentence
Written down a chain of words
That takes traction a little story is a result.
Other thoughts enter, make corrections
Suggest another ending
No, let it stand as it is perhaps a comma
Here and there, ok.
|Posted by jan oskar hansen on September 3, 2019 at 3:25 AM||comments (0)|
reality is when a dreamer wakes up
remember bills has to be paid,
a divorcee in a room without windows
and only know it is raining from
a leaking roof, bare fridge and no heating.
How could it become like this?
Execrable state when dreaming
Life was easy.
|Posted by jan oskar hansen on September 2, 2019 at 4:40 AM||comments (0)|
Democracy, a hollow word makes me laugh darkly.
Is the USA a democracy? You can vote every 4 years
Among two parties who spring from the same narrow
Base of the elite and is therefore not Democratic,
but gives the illusion like the democratic republic
Of Kongo, to be one and go to war against those who
Has another opinion, say, freedom from tyranny
And interference of foreign countries.
Freed om is more important than democracy which
Is a hiding place for thieves and land grabbers.
Israel, knee-deep in Palestinian blood, is a democracy
That brutalize their own people into thinking they have
The right to defend themselves, thus behave with
Callous insouciance towards the opinion of others.
|Posted by jan oskar hansen on August 31, 2019 at 5:20 AM||comments (0)|
The Green party is in power
Not many cars on the streets
Asphalt is removed, cobblestones too.
They are planting trees and vegetables
The motorway is a strawberry field.
I don’t mind, pick fruit as I walk
To the tax office, which shut no one
Is supposed to pay tax anymore.
Airports are farms, planes are forbidden
They pollute too much.
Private hospitals have gone public and
That gladdens my heart equality at last.
Law enforcement and the army have
Also been disbanded they never served
The peoples need.
There is peace in the land and rivers
are full of trout, and
the king is my next-door neighbour.
|Posted by jan oskar hansen on August 28, 2019 at 5:35 AM||comments (0)|
A conceited restaurant
After the health clinic visit in Cascais
We had lunch at a restaurant nearby
Where the outdoor market is
It was overpriced and pretentious
The food, so and so.
Had a glass of wine it was undrinkable
Had a cold bottle of water instead.
There are many proper small restaurants
In Cascais, they appear not to be
Near the centre.
A few days ago, near the post office, we had
Splendid meal and it was reasonably priced
With not too many tables and people I have
I have a fear of crowds this inane nattering about
Nothing, just meaningless noise.
|Posted by jan oskar hansen on August 27, 2019 at 5:20 AM||comments (0)|
After a splendid lunch of goat chops
With salad, my mood was dreamingly contented
To she got the idea of going to a big supermarket
Except for vegetable, fruit, meat and fish
I trapesed miles after miles in this insanity
Of trashy food, sugary food and horrendous
soft drinks laden with sugar,
Also, the juice that said zero had a sign telling
Me that sugar had been added.
Went outside no bench provided nor inside
You are not supposed to sit down, but shop
Also, get the hell out.