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Posted by jan oskar hansen on November 19, 2018 at 3:50 AM Comments comments (0)

Death of a young man


There is a schooner in the bay flags on half mast

a crew member had fallen from the top of the mast

and since the ship had no freezer he had been

buried at sea. This reminded me of the deckhand

on a boat, I was on he fell down and empty hold

got up insisted he was ok, but the captain called

an ambulance and two hours later he was dead,

At eighteen his passing was senseless. I hoped

his mother had more children to console her which

she wouldn`t have had had she been caught up

In the abortion debate believing it was ok only

having one child. Abortion is the quickest way to

depopulate a country; the Israeli knows this and

give black Jews a pill so they can abort, they want

European Jews of the type who becomes good

soldiers and belief in their supremacy.


war and food

Posted by jan oskar hansen on November 18, 2018 at 4:05 AM Comments comments (0)

The war and food


During the war years in Norway 1940 to 1945

there was little food, but the coast was teeming

with fish, my brother and I often walked down to the pier

and in a matter of minutes had dinner.

Needs make you into a thief we stole potatoes,

apples and coal for the fire.

We had a variety of fish like boiled, fried or made

into fish-cakes, but in the process I developed a lifelong

dislike of fish, but I do eat fish as long as it doesn`t like

aquatic vertebrate.

After the war nicking food was no longer seen as legal

but with food in shops, it was no longer needed


what`s going on

Posted by jan oskar hansen on November 16, 2018 at 8:35 AM Comments comments (0)

What`s going on

Watching TV flicking from channel to channel is surreal,

one moment a casket is lowered into

a perfectly dug grave, umbrellas go up as fine rain falls

The next moment is about men riding horses

that have no idea what is going, the riders have been

on their mounts for days and must be stinking.

The next is about some old detective who is solving

crimes that are surprisingly easy to unravel.

Back at the graveside after false tears have been shed

all hell breaks loose who is getting his priceless

album of rare stamps and more murders are committed.

In the meantime, the riders are having a bath in a river

fully clothed in leather and armour. The horses are just staying

there looking beautiful and dumb.

I switch off the telly and drink a glass of beer.


fishing boat

Posted by jan oskar hansen on November 14, 2018 at 3:35 AM Comments comments (0)

Fishing boat


A man bought an old fishing vessel

it had a steering house, but the door was rotten

he got a new door a painted it sea green.

Sometimes he forgot to close the door and a sea lime wave

swept him on to the deck, when tried to find the handle

a flounder hang on it he slipped hit his head on the ladder

on the step leading into the steering room.

He painted the door black but when he after navigating

rough sea he turned and found the colour ominous, so he

painted the door in rainbow colours, this made the head spin he opened

the door, but the emerald sea came in.

washed him back on the deck.

And I have no idea how to end this story ends, but his boat

was full of tunny fish.



character trait

Posted by jan oskar hansen on November 13, 2018 at 3:50 AM Comments comments (0)

A character trait

She was divorced with one child a daughter

had met a man she liked going out for the first meal

the daughter was playing it up her mother tried

to calm her to no avail.

Her new friend lost his temper and shouted, whatever

his profession he was no a psychologist.

Deadly silence at the table, the man tried to say something nice,

but it was too late. They had chocolate pudding for dessert

which the daughter refused to eat.





Posted by jan oskar hansen on November 11, 2018 at 3:30 AM Comments comments (0)



I was sent a book used when I went to catering

college 60 years ago, I had signed it on a page inside.

What was remarkable was my handwriting

which was a little shaky and insecure like a person

who yet to come to grips with life and tries to

make himself invisible.

The book, about hygiene on ships and how much water

a person needed every day; the text was displayed on

The Facebook and they wanted to send it to me,

but I declined since I could remember every word in

the book holds no sentimental value for me.

At best it was a meeting of the past I do not care

to remember as it only makes my old age sadder

then it is.



the seeker

Posted by jan oskar hansen on November 10, 2018 at 1:10 PM Comments comments (0)

The Seeker


“Go silent go Deep” a title of a film he saw of Curd Jürgen

an actor who got manly roles and looked good in Nazi uniform,

but somehow was a hero who did the right things.


Alone in the house, he tries to go silent and deep into his mind

pieces of shrapnel of a bombed out U-boat, dead sailors

floating about until a creature takes pity and eats them.


It is semi-dark down here, the bottom is filled by un-digested

words and deleted poems, but he is trying to find his true self

a rare fish not seen by anyone since childhood.


He swims in the shallow picks up small crabs easier to write

about, with tiny claws, they try to bite his fingers, puts them

down and see them seeking shelter.


He sighs, at eighty he still don`t know who he is, other than

he is not embittered, has a sense of irony and often laughs

at himself on his journey to infinity.


everlasting war

Posted by jan oskar hansen on November 10, 2018 at 5:05 AM Comments comments (0)

Everlasting war

The new normal in the twentieth century is war

it has continued without a break a perpetual machine

of mass killing, someone somewhere must see

war as a business in which every country has a bloody hand.

Politicians, the handmaiden for manufacturers

of weaponry claim, they only sell the weapon for peaceful

means this as bombs fall in Yemen.

The Afghan war against the Taliban has lasted 17 years

and will not end before all foreign troops leave,

but the war continues, and the poppy fields bloom.

Many smaller countries in UN see, it cynically, as a training

ground for officers and they know well

the Taliban cannot be defeated on the battlefield that

have no lines of combat against the Peshawar people

who fights for freedom, but we chose not to see this.

On an island in a bloody river, they count not corpses

but the money they make.


while waiting

Posted by jan oskar hansen on November 9, 2018 at 4:25 AM Comments comments (0)

While waiting


While I was waiting for the poem, I was going to write

to show up but I can`t find the right words

starting the process, I have amused myself by

writing two smaller things. I look at my nails

they are too long but clean mainly because I do

the washing up after lunch by hand or rather

two hands I have never heard of a one-armed dishwasher.

Thought of the German philosopher who said

that God was dead, I ask; How can something not

Born be dead? The great poem I was going to write

is in hiding looking at the screen didn`t help,

so it will have to wait and soon it will be morning.



Posted by jan oskar hansen on November 6, 2018 at 3:20 AM Comments comments (0)

Dear Delilah


My, my dear Delilah I was drunk and fell on the floor

there I saw your lover hiding under the couch.

My, my dear Delilah I slit his throat with a knife

there was so much blood on the floor you got

a mop and tried to clean it up before the blood

was running down to the next level.

But I run away before there was a knock on

the door I couldn`t take anymore I feel sick

when I see so much blood, forgive me, dear Delilah

for you got twenty years in the goal.