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serveral haiku

Posted by jan oskar hansen on September 16, 2019 at 5:15 AM Comments 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



Umbrellas await

Know their duty are coming

They have the courage



looking for serenity

Posted by jan oskar hansen on September 13, 2019 at 7:10 AM Comments comments (0)

Looking for serenity

At the corner shop

They have sold out happiness

On sticks

Dreams too

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 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.




grave and flowers

Posted by jan oskar hansen on September 11, 2019 at 4:05 AM Comments 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.



a notion

Posted by jan oskar hansen on September 10, 2019 at 5:10 AM Comments comments (0)

A notion

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.




reality check

Posted by jan oskar hansen on September 3, 2019 at 3:25 AM Comments comments (0)

Reality check

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 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.


green anarchy

Posted by jan oskar hansen on August 31, 2019 at 5:20 AM Comments comments (0)

The shakeup/anarchy

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.



a consceited restaurant

Posted by jan oskar hansen on August 28, 2019 at 5:35 AM Comments 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.


supermarket blue

Posted by jan oskar hansen on August 27, 2019 at 5:20 AM Comments comments (0)

Supermarket blue


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.