poetry and vignettes
|Posted by jan oskar hansen on April 12, 2019 at 5:40 AM||comments (0)|
Man drinking beer
At the downstairs café on its terrace
a man in an overcoat drank beer although
it was not yet ten o`clock yet.
he looked lonely a doomed friendless
person wondering what happened
to a life that started out encouraging
I could have been a winner
hadn`t it been for the bloody divorce
in the hour of need, he was deserted.
Ok, so he hadn`t been at his best
but he contributed to house and home
he was not the cuddly kissing type
trying wife, he had worked much overtime
to avoid going home and often stayed
too long at the bar.
Nevertheless, he had been a dutiful man
paid all the bills
and this what he got loneliness.
|Posted by jan oskar hansen on April 11, 2019 at 3:40 PM||comments (0)|
Worried about my drinking I made an appointment
To see the psychologist, he was not there, his secretary
Said he was in the garden.
He sat on the top of a tree imitating a hawk, looking
Down at me and said: “have you never seen a hawk.”
“It is me, doctor, I have an assignment with you.
“Sorry, he said I had forgotten but can`t come down
As I`m too pissed.
I got a ladder and with the help of his secretary got
Him down, several coffees later he had composed
Himself got hold of his block and pen and asked
“So, what is your problem?
|Posted by jan oskar hansen on April 11, 2019 at 5:20 AM||comments (0)|
I have been reading and listening, on you tube
about metaphysic and understood little except
you can`t apply the logic of something nebulous,
as metaphysics is not a science as it cannot
be explained except in the sub-conscious mind.
I take from this lecture that everything
is connected to something else although
it is not visible, and there are many dimensions
as experienced in dreams and awareness, also
that nothing dies but become particles, absorbed
galaxy of nature.
|Posted by jan oskar hansen on April 9, 2019 at 4:05 AM||comments (0)|
Sunday somewhere safe
My fingers itch to write
but it will not be about the moon
it hangs there like a balloon.
I refuse to turn on the news
but a big liner was in trouble on
the coast of Norway
going to sea in winter sea
thinking they were safe in a big ship
you wouldn`t get me on a cruiser
I have read the news Palestine
wants NATO to protect them
an idea met with ridicule by Israel
soon there will be no Palestinians left
removed to the outer fringes
herding goats and taken pictures off
the way primaeval people lived before Israel
came, an old culture was snuffed out, fluff
for historians to write about
|Posted by jan oskar hansen on April 8, 2019 at 6:00 AM||comments (0)|
What, no moon
Where is the moon
it was here last night
the heaven looks like a blank canvas
not even a star to break its ennui
there are many heavens, the near one
the outer one and the one
beyond the horizon it is there
but we lack the vision
if you wake up in a dark bedroom
keep your eyes closed
you can see the astrosphere
and be close to the creator.
|Posted by jan oskar hansen on April 7, 2019 at 6:05 AM||comments (0)|
A mystic death
Stormy weather ship on fire
the captain gave orders
go into the lifeboats.
The cook thought otherwise
there was no fire at the bow
the bow`s deck a room where
the potatoes were kept.
Later he heard noises the captain
and his first officer came in.
Cowards as they had been, they
The captain had a gun
and shot the cook dead,
threw him overboard.
A tugboat came towed the ship
to the shore, as planes scanned
the sea, no life except for the one.
A helicopter got the body up,
a cook with a hole in his head.
|Posted by jan oskar hansen on April 7, 2019 at 6:00 AM||comments (0)|
The phone rang
“your father is dead”
I didn`t know what to say
he meant nothing to me
“but he was your father”
should I beat my chest lamenting his passing
he was a man who had died,
he was a butterfly
left nectar here and there
and left before he could meet any expressing
on a child`s mind
I should feel something the passing of time
It was his time, not mine
And the old man died
It has nothing to do with me.
|Posted by jan oskar hansen on April 6, 2019 at 4:35 AM||comments (0)|
The moon is full not completely round
but elongated and so near I can almost touch it.
A pity the moon only reflects the sun
it diminishes it somehow.
The Chines planted apple trees at the back
of the moon
if they bear fruit, it will be bitter and never harvested
it will cost too much to pick them.
The apples will fall by themselves
down to earth like bitter tears
this should teach us not to tamper with nature
it will take 154 years before a moon like this reappears
|Posted by jan oskar hansen on April 5, 2019 at 4:05 AM||comments (0)|
Night! is the time to think deep
Usually of ways to cheat death
But it has black wings
That might strangle you before
You find the formula of how
Not to expire.
Night! is for owls, ghosts and ghouls
Shine a light in their eyes and
They don`t recognise it.
The ill wait for the dawn many
Don`t make it and die before dawn
Just as the sun is about to shine.
Night! is also the time for dreaming
Of sex and unlikely partners
Of horrid things and birds of prey
Trains that fly to the moon
And avocado men in funny hats
Banana split and ice cream.
|Posted by jan oskar hansen on April 4, 2019 at 4:15 AM||comments (0)|
The big world
The world is bigger than what you think Betty
It consists of several continents and countries
And much more than Brexit and USA, not that
You would think when reading the newspapers.
“go west, young man”, as it was said one time
No more look towards Asia that is where
The future happens, Europe has become old
And decrepit and seduced by the consumerism
And American type democracy, which means
The wealthy has power and the poor destitute,
This is the misunderstood belief the liberalism
Could solve the problems that beset us.
And as for the USA once a proud nation is falling
Into dishonest pride and corruption.
So, Betty look towards the far east that is where