poetry and vignettes
|Posted by jan oskar hansen on March 25, 2019 at 3:55 AM||comments (0)|
The rocket accident
They were so proud of the families of the crew
going into space, they stood on a podium
especially made for them and it was decorated
with American flags.
A lot of smoke and fire the rocket took off the applause
was premature suddenly the rocket was engulfed
by flames and it exploded.
It took a few minutes before the families understood
their loved ones had pulverised, gone forever.
It was a moment reminding me of “the bridge
over San Luis Ray” what happened in the life of the five
crew before this fateful moment.
Few remember this tragic moment, but it is worth
writing about we forget the losers so quickly, but I think
we can honour them by not forgetting
|Posted by jan oskar hansen on March 24, 2019 at 2:35 AM||comments (0)|
The ship was in dry dock
the captain and his crew ate at a canteen.
He and the officers had wine
The crew drank beer, bottles after bottles
loudly they told the officers what the thought
of the ship and her officers.
They had been let loose from the discipline
opposed upon them like children left alone
when the teacher had gone for a pee.
It ended in a fist fight table and chairs flying
in the air.
Next day the captain and his officers sat
sharing a big table with the team nothing to drink
for anyone, the captain was a wise man
the team loved him for that.
|Posted by jan oskar hansen on March 23, 2019 at 4:50 AM||comments (0)|
The patient poem
There is a poem in me
Knocking on my heart`s door
Wants to be set free
I deleted it chased it away
It was near lunchtime
And no time for romance.
|Posted by jan oskar hansen on March 22, 2019 at 4:50 AM||comments (0)|
Far out the on the Pacific ocean
I saw a ship sailing upside down
A fata morgana, a mirror from another
Dimension sailing on the outside
Of the horizon.
The explanation given was trite
I preferred to believe in a world outside
Our horizon that is limitless.
Everything is true, and everything is false
The keel of the phantom ship was held
Up by blues clouds.
|Posted by jan oskar hansen on March 21, 2019 at 4:25 AM||comments (0)|
I`m a stallion
Once run for miles
To cover a mare
Tamed pulling a cart
I have lost the spirit
When the man whips me
It because he hates his wife
I think of hay.
|Posted by jan oskar hansen on March 20, 2019 at 5:40 AM||comments (0)|
What a strange word
It exists for those with longings
for the mystical past.
The world has many cultures
it is easy to get lost
in the wilderness called identity
without, one is a cloud in the sky
varies according to the weather.
Wouldn`t that be wonderful
to belong to no one but oneself.
|Posted by jan oskar hansen on March 18, 2019 at 6:55 AM||comments (0)|
Winner and losers
The two boys
down they ran
to the town`s pond
feeding the ducks
they had a bag each
one of them had
a mother who worked
in a cake shop.
The boy who came second
had been eating
as he ran
didn`t care if the first
his mother worked
in a cake shop.
|Posted by jan oskar hansen on March 15, 2019 at 8:35 AM||comments (0)|
it was a rare hot summer day in a cold country
the windows were open we were watching TV
back then in Noway TV was in its infancy
only on in the evening for news and sports,
when she turned to me and said:
I don't love you anymore."
my heart froze I was cold got up and closed the windows.
nothing more was said.
A week later her father came and took her home.
I could have rung her I could have pleaded, but I didn`t
and she never rang me.
I was like wounded animals abandoned in a big city
it takes time to heal
a very long time my self-esteem was hurt
"Why didn`t she love me anymore" the question
kept churning on my mind.
eventually, time softened the blow
and I could live again.
|Posted by jan oskar hansen on March 15, 2019 at 6:55 AM||comments (0)|
in the old cars before the motorcar was invented
there was a class division depending on the animals you rode
the rich had horses, the lower down had mules
and the poor had to do with donkeys
sometimes a merchant bought a horse to show of
but the cost was so high he had to struggle to pay
the children went hungry
till the horse trader took the horse, back.
Nothing much has changed I see people driving cars
they can ill afford and in the end, the car-dealer take the car back.
So buy a car you can afford, say a used, a small one
they tend to break down from time to time,
but it is better than walking.
|Posted by jan oskar hansen on March 14, 2019 at 9:30 PM||comments (0)|
they had paid her well the rich childless couple
it was nearing the birth, she had been instructed not to look at the baby
just deliver it.
by mistake, a nurse put the newborn in her arms
a beautiful baby and it was her, she decided to keep it.
she came under pressure from the sensible people to give up the baby,
they argued it would get a better life
she was poor and had nothing.
she relented gave to baby to the childless couple it was best this way.
forever the mother would be haunted by the child they took from her.