Poetry Blog by jan oskar hansen
The old man sings the blues
Early morning the day had died
a wall of grey nothingness death without grief.
The night had been dreamless
had there been any night or had been erased,
life and death have merged this the end
of what I will see.
Is my bed a coffin I have been let out of?
So I could see what the world was like when
it was colourless, an insipid oblivion,...
Friday 20th July 2018 8:31 am
I was born before the world war two and remember
sitting in the basement of a school, in the dark with fearful adults.
The bomber planes where British looking for the airport
but everything was in darkness, failing their objective
bombs were dropped hit house many died, and there was fire.
It must have made a big impression on me, although
I cannot remember ...
Thursday 19th July 2018 8:36 am
Religion and a poet
When I was nine years of age I came to see religion
as a fairy tale and as we know the bible is written
by many scribes during a time, some of them were wise.
I like the Old Testament because it is full
of blood and thunder, the New Testament is a construction
a clean-up of the real thing making palatable for the squeamish.
I think the creator of our world...
Wednesday 18th July 2018 8:15 am
A voyage to Greenland
Greenland is the largest island in the world, but it is not a continent
I looked up Nuuk the capital up on the YouTube; it is now a modern town
with supermarkets and even cafes.
I was there fifty years ago. Back then it was a rather primitive place
with a million barking dogs and drunk people on the dirt roads,
they used to hang dogs slowly so the hairs...
Tuesday 17th July 2018 8:13 am
The murderous Garden
My childhood`s garden looked wonderful
this early summer, full of flowers trees and bushes
barefoot I walked into this wonder.
Then something happened the grass grew taller, tall as me;
they blocked my view tried to
Tie up my feet and pushed me towards a thorny bush.
I tried to run that was impossible, but somehow
and slowly got out of the wilderness ...
Monday 16th July 2018 9:02 am
Once upon a time
I was, it seems like 100 years ago,
on an old fashion cargo ship, the carried all sorts
from potatoes, flour, machine parts, plastic flowers,
and tinned fruit, meat, and hats for the wife of the president
For some reason, there was a door in my store room
it led into a cargo hold I filled the larder till it looked
like a corner shop. My...
Saturday 7th July 2018 8:41 am
The merchant ship
The ship leaves Rotterdam
sail to the med, and through the Suez channel
into the red sea, the vessel arrives at an oil terminal
and all you see is pipelines storage tanks and sand,
then the ship goes back the same way.
The sea in its different mood can be lovely to look
at but after some time it gets boring.
Or a containership jam-packed with boxes that...
Friday 6th July 2018 7:57 am
On the bush near the terrace, the one sparrows
pick small leaves for their nests the red roses are falling off
they dance with dust on the road are run over
by tractors that have no soul.
A puppy tries to catch them when it does it spits
those out, the flowers are no food for it.
In a few days, the flowers will fly away don`t
know where, but they will be back next spr...
Wednesday 4th July 2018 8:28 am
Tuesday 3rd July 2018 8:13 am
Monday 2nd July 2018 8:31 am
When I came to England
I couldn`t get a job opened a café instead
in a district called Wavertree, Liverpool
Someone said Jews live there I didn`t see any
the people I befriended told me they were Jewish
that made no difference to me.
I never cared what ethnicity people, have never had.
But I`m highly critical of Israel which I regard ...
Sunday 1st July 2018 9:45 am
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