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sitting by the window

Posted by jan oskar hansen on August 2, 2018 at 2:50 AM Comments comments (0)

Sitting by the window

 

“Come, Karoline, open your door…” I think it is

an old song was written by a soldier in the Napoleonic war

I have never met anyone called Karoline and why

should I remember now seven o’clock in the morning?

I knew of a young woman who always waited by her door

when I came home late, she lived in the house next to mine

I often wondered what she was waiting for perhaps she

was a “Karoline” of the modern age.

Come to think of it many women stood in doorways or looked

out of the windows as the was pre-TV time and women

like to see what is going on while the husband is asleep on the sofa.

I have seen many women in seaports like Rotterdam and Hamburg

sitting half-dressed by a big window and dimmed light, they were waiting too

for any man to enter those who did didn`t stay long.

This I think was because none of them was a Karoline.

 

 

do we live too long

Posted by jan oskar hansen on August 1, 2018 at 2:00 AM Comments comments (0)

Do we live too long?

 

I have been listening to a program on TV BBC about Health service

which in Britain is said to be too costly because we are living longer?

Longevity should be celebrated and not seen as a burden

like the old should be guilty of being aged.

Portugal which a relatively poor country, take the Health service

for granted, but of course, it is a country where the timeworn are respected

When I collapsed at home in Portugal, it took the ambulance

twenty minutes to get here just in time to get my heart started again

I was fitted with a pacemaker, and it didn`t cost anything.

In Britain, the ambulance would not have been in haste, and I shudder

to think what it would have cost had I lived in the US.

We should be grateful for the National Health Service in Europe.

It is the young and the rich, who want to privatise the service,

the young because they can`t imagine getting old, the rich

because they will not pay more taxes and use private health service

of the posh kind with soft seat and no waiting line.

I`m glad I live in a civilised world where illness and cost do not include compere

where saving lives are the mark of culture.

 

 

gold rush

Posted by jan oskar hansen on August 1, 2018 at 1:55 AM Comments comments (0)

Not the golden fleece

 

There was a fight

At the restaurant

A man lost his gold tooth

There was a fever

Of gold rush

Everyone joined in

Even the cooks

The man omitted

To say

He had swallowed

The tooth

 

 

modest business man

Posted by jan oskar hansen on July 31, 2018 at 3:15 AM Comments comments (0)

The modest businessman

 

There was a man who opened up an elegant shop

selling beautiful Italian shoes but few people came.

Why don`t people come to my shop,

Did he ask?

You have to advertise your shop in the papers or

print leaflets and hand them around,

What about words of mouth, he asked?

That will only reach your family, they can`t go on

buying shoes especially since they prefer clogs.

Crushed that people didn`t want to buy his shoes

he fell into a deep depression when the bank foreclosed

he hanged himself, and I’ve been wondering

who took over his collection of excellent Italian shoes?

 

the heroine

Posted by jan oskar hansen on July 30, 2018 at 3:20 AM Comments comments (0)

The heroine

 

The neighbour on the other side of the narrow lane

was a heroin addict but had been “clean” for several months

and he had become a fun, a learned man to converse with.

He was not in his house, but the tape was playing the same

song over and over again “don`t tell on me…” I think.

It was dark outside I stood on the terrace and saw his shadow

at his door and knew he was dead.

His shadowy appearance shocked me I had seen a ghost,

went inside and said to my wife Victor is dead.

I saw his last thoughts. Nonsense,

she snorted you are frightening me he is out with his friends,

with “friends” she meant gays, yes Victor was gay in a small

a society that frowns upon homosexuality.

They found him dead he had succumbed to the craving

had taken an overdose of this devilish stuff.

 

happy ending

Posted by jan oskar hansen on July 29, 2018 at 3:05 AM Comments comments (0)

A happy ending

A group of middle age women are waiting at the airport

they are well to do women who have made their own money

broken the glass ceiling and are at the top of their profession.

When they were young, they had no time for children

the struggle to get to the top was hard.

We steal everything from Africa even their children.

The babies are from the Christian part of Sudan they will have a good life

and all the toys the never had, get a good education.

There they are the tiny tots, and there are tears of joy, the women

are mothers now a wish fulfilled.

The children are wide eyes by confusing but smiles

when taken care of by loving hands

 

newspapers

Posted by jan oskar hansen on July 28, 2018 at 2:40 AM Comments comments (0)

Newspapers

I read few people read the newspaper anymore

I have in the shed the English written publication going back

twenty years also have some copies of the Guardian

which no longer sell their broadsheet abroad.

Regarding the local newspaper that first was run by a Canadian

It was fun to read they even printed my eccentric views

but it has – the paper- gone down it

is aimed at the affluent

and those who play golf and the little they have of news

is invariable right winged and that is sad, and I think of any more

good dammed self-satisfied than the English community here

but the paper has its use some supermarkets give it away

for free and it is an excellent way to lit the fire in the winter.

But I lament the passing of the Guardian as broadsheet it was

more liberal than it is now and it wasn`t Russia-phobic

I read the Guardian in line every day as it is their politics

and their harping harridans aside a good newspaper.

But I`m getting off the point which is that what is written

on papers endures what’s on the internet Internet disappears

in a cloud.

 

 

oil and conceit

Posted by jan oskar hansen on July 27, 2018 at 3:20 AM Comments comments (0)

Oil and the conceit

 

I remember a country called Norway

it was not a rich country, but it was socially fair

and had employment for most people and those

who were not employed had a benefit

that kept them afloat until a job came along.

Then oil came along it was a curse the biggest

merchant fleet in the world was flagged out.

The social cohesion tore the rich became richer

the poor left behind in the wake of the disappearing

A fleet of ships. And slowly almost unseen

the NHS service was replaced with private hospitals

and worst of all the people became arrogant

tried to stop migrants they wanted the wealth for

themselves and didn`t see the country was falling

into chasm self-importance, it was not a becoming

sight, luckily, a bit late in the day, people understand

what they have lost, and there are forces who

tries to rein in excess and bring the ship into the right course

 

 

 

overcome by sorrow

Posted by jan oskar hansen on July 26, 2018 at 2:55 AM Comments comments (0)

Overcome by sorrow

There is so much misery in the world the bees are dying out

the bumblebee has disappeared, elephants are sot for their

ivory, the rhino for their magic horns, fish is being farmed in big tanks

when are we going to farm sardines?

So many wars in the Middle East, Africa starves among plenty

IDF shots small children for the hell of it.

I have no strength to read all of the tragedies, must prioritise

try to feed a starving dog or feel sorry for a mule,

I don`t know what to do the suffering is overwhelming I cry

for the small child`s death, I shake my head but soldier on there

must be a let up; but no, I can only try to make those nearest me to a bearable day.

 

 

overcome by sorrow

Posted by jan oskar hansen on July 26, 2018 at 2:50 AM Comments comments (0)

Overcome by sorrow

There is so much misery in the world the bees are dying out

the bumblebee has disappeared, elephants are sot for their

ivory, the rhino for their magic horns, fish is being farmed in big tanks

when are we going to farm sardines?

So many wars in the Middle East, Africa starves among plenty

IDF shots small children for the hell of it.

I have no strength to read all of the tragedies, must prioritise

try to feed a starving dog or feel sorry for a mule,

I don`t know what to do the suffering is overwhelming I cry

for the small child`s death, I shake my head but soldier on there

must be a let up; but no, I can only try to make those nearest me to a bearable day.

 

 


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