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man drinking beer

Posted by jan oskar hansen on April 12, 2019 at 5:40 AM Comments 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.

 

 

the psychologist

Posted by jan oskar hansen on April 11, 2019 at 3:40 PM Comments comments (0)

The psychologist

 

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?

 

 

 

 

the metephysical

Posted by jan oskar hansen on April 11, 2019 at 5:20 AM Comments comments (0)

The metaphysical

 

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.

 

 

Sunday somewhere safe

Posted by jan oskar hansen on April 9, 2019 at 4:05 AM Comments 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

 

 

 

what? no moon

Posted by jan oskar hansen on April 8, 2019 at 6:00 AM Comments 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.

 

 

 

 

a mystic death

Posted by jan oskar hansen on April 7, 2019 at 6:05 AM Comments 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

Resented him.

 

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.

 

 

relationship

Posted by jan oskar hansen on April 7, 2019 at 6:00 AM Comments comments (0)

Relationship

 

 

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,

by asthma

 

 

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.

 

 

the gush

Posted by jan oskar hansen on April 6, 2019 at 4:35 AM Comments comments (0)

The gush

 

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

 

 

 

 

darkness

Posted by jan oskar hansen on April 5, 2019 at 4:05 AM Comments comments (0)

Darkness

 

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.

 

 

 

the big world

Posted by jan oskar hansen on April 4, 2019 at 4:15 AM Comments 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

 

 


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