Poetry Blog by jan oskar hansen
Friday 23rd February 2018 9:40 am
The Psychiatric Patient
Driving home from the shops I do not walk around anymore
I noticed despite the winter is holding us like victimized Palestinians,
a thaw, the flowers and weed by the wayside looked more erect
like they were ready to let their virgin hood go - ok I know about
the bloody bees, my friend the eminent poet, is deeply concerned.
Clive, used to be a psychiat...
Thursday 22nd February 2018 9:02 am
There was a hell of a fight in heaven; Lucifer wanted
to share power with who would have nothing of it and banned Lucifer
from heaven. But Lucifer who knew of the human weakness
and gladness of shining pearl told them to consume and consume,
and we were blind oblivious of the beggars and the victims of famine and war.
Only when our oceans become a pool of waste and p...
Wednesday 21st February 2018 9:33 am
The young man had the ability to get an erection
on demand, but to do this he had no sex life, as he had to save
his ability, but went around with constant lust
At the drawing class for ladies, the door was locked to protect
their blushes as they tried to draw a nude body with a creation
A lady - in a trance- got up an touched the man`s member,
Tuesday 20th February 2018 9:17 am
The New Year
We are going out to eat early
go home before midnight to avoid the noise,
besides, since we are elderly
and this may be our last New Year; we rather spend it at home.
After a long fight, I got to wear my collar less shirt
no tie needed and my tennis shoes, grey slacks and
my old blazer.
What my wife will wear I have no idea since she has changed
Monday 19th February 2018 9:52 am
The Piano tuner
The blind piano tuner knocked on the door
Where I was a caretaker -like I can afford to buy a piano-
I showed him into the music room and left
to read a newspaper.
I heard some clunking as he tunes; then there was a long
silence, he had fallen asleep with his head on the keys.
When he awoke I said the piano was perfect, but for
some reason, it only pla...
Sunday 18th February 2018 9:41 am
The cold northerly wind has died down
if it wants to blow it can do so in July and August
when the heat is unpleasant, and the birds and I sit under or in trees
the time of year when the sun is an enemy.
It is the immense clear sky in Algarve that attracts me, not
the beaches, and the smell of suntan lotion I can do without.
No other country has such pure air it b...
Saturday 17th February 2018 11:08 am
I sometimes think people get what they deserve
Hitler was elected, Stalin too and Netanyahu is also elected,
but when the house falls it's easier to blame one person
calling him evil and thus avoid looking at ourselves
The majorities of the Israelites have a hardened attitude to
the Palestinians, it is as they look at them as vermin,
we have heard that before i...
Friday 16th February 2018 10:37 am
The Food & Drink
I read about onions it isn`t fattening
only it smells so beautiful when fried it is tempting
to add a burger or sausage and that`s fattening.
Fried onion added to Thais soup is out of dreamland,
I`m hungry but had to wait two hours, because if I eat it now
I will be starving later. My dream is to eat and drink what I want
and as much I want, alas, life isn`t ...
Thursday 15th February 2018 10:42 am
How long is long
We live in a society that
No longer believe in an afterlife
We, therefore, strive to live as long as possible
Even though, it might be detrimental
For our or others well- being.
What is the true age of man? I don`t know but
I think when the memory is erased
When we become a burden, death is not an enemy.
Wednesday 14th February 2018 10:33 am
It has been raining for days, but now the sun shines
the walls of the old ruin look whitewashed and with its pride intact.
Sunlight makes paucity look nostalgic, a whiff of the old days
when life was supposed to be simpler; a movie by Sophia Loren.
We go on romanticising time of need like it should be an honour,
and the poor are so funny they speak grammarless and hap...
Tuesday 13th February 2018 10:42 am
On the way home I had bought winter-wood, only buy
a little at a time this because I’m so bloody old and can`t carry much.
The supermarket was nearly empty I liked that people make me nervous and grumpy.
I bought a bottle of wine with golden horse; the wine is from Alentejo
We all have a penchant for lions; Norway is full of stone lions some
of them look sca...
Monday 12th February 2018 9:22 am
Alfred and the addiction
Alfred the pianist is my father who denies fatherhood
had stopped smoking, he had a golden cigarette holder
which he gave me I also noticed he hands trembled
this because he had stopped drinking. Usually, had a glass
of wine at noon; for a fortnight Alfred avoided me if
he saw me on the street he walked another way, this naturally
made me feel hu...
Sunday 11th February 2018 10:15 am
He was no Alfred
The war was over my father was coming home from the sea
he had chocolate bars, and inside one there was a picture of a film star
propaganda is not new- my picture was of Clark Able
I remember the bar of chocolate as being a bit stale, but sweet.
I was in bed at the time, was pale and thing suffering from tuberculosis
my old man looked aghast and said; is thi...
Friday 9th February 2018 9:44 am
Deserted by Alfred
It was not my fault I had no shoes
And the police stopped and asked and since it was none of their business
I naturally told them to fuck off.
was handcuffed and put in a police car,- which was more cooling than
the asphalt, after all, it was October in Albufeira.
I thought this is a perfect movement when a father defends his son
but Alfred who ref...
Thursday 8th February 2018 10:34 am
Looking for Redemption
Great minds are at work to prove or disprove
the God`s existent`s we know this I a game the intellectuals play
because they cannot accept the plain reason,
the world exists because it is an illusion.
a conjuring trick, forgotten by its creator.
God is a perfect idea it resides in everyman’s mind
It asks an abstract good f...
Wednesday 7th February 2018 1:29 pm
When Alfred was witty
Alfred, the pianist who insist he is not my father
Told me he could walk on water,
to prove it we went to where the water is shallow
he sank slowly, legs, torso and his head
I was not unduly worried,
at the bottom, he walked back to shore
and I gave him back his alpaca and French Beret, but I said nothing
he hadn`t stepped on water only walked on ...
Tuesday 6th February 2018 12:50 pm
There were few oak trees left in the valley
they had been chopped down and used in the clog industry,
ash trees were tried to make clogs, but it gave
people foot disease, which manifested itself by causing
webbed feet; excellent for swimming but not for walking.
The Birch was tried, but workers refused to work with this type
of the tree, the clog indust...
Monday 5th February 2018 10:23 am
Alfred, the pianist who is also my father
although he denies the paternity vehemently,
was in Hawaii and played the ukulele with
little success and went back to Europe.
Alfred the pianist and also my father, could
get the sweetest tones when he played and
women swooned in other men’s arms,
was when not playing of a rather sullen nature
he spent the day walki...
Saturday 3rd February 2018 9:56 am
In the Middle East
Firecracker holds no allure
People want accord
Friday 2nd February 2018 10:36 am
Looking for Gumbo
He had wanted Gumbo, the local café was out
he had to seek a broader horizon at home he couldn`t find it.
He took the coach to the end of the country, but no
the further away he got the less Gumbo, he got the blues
and bathed in the river, which was natural for him to do,
moved into people’s home, but they didn`t have Gumbo.
At a bakery-café where most...
Thursday 1st February 2018 10:04 am