Poetry Blog by jan oskar hansen
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happy for some
A happy place…for some
Under the houses on stilt
That had no sewers
And was built for whores
To service sailors in Curacao
A dry, barren Island
In the Caribbean sea.
Pigs lived under the houses
Grew big and ugly.
When one of them was
slaughtered
Its meat tastes of drunk
Seamen`s vomit and
Cheap perfume that hides
The grotesque sex
In the name of n...
Tuesday 15th January 2019 10:47 am
thoughts
Epigram 3
If the universe has a limit, will the limitation
Be a wall, made of elastic a rubber band that
Can be overextended to the breaking point
A balloon that can be pierced at will, or like
The horizon, you see it, but it can`t be reached.
And what is beyond the boundary?
Monday 14th January 2019 6:50 am
thoughts
Epigram 3
If the universe has a limit, will the limitation
Be a wall, made of elastic a rubber band that
Can be overextended to the breaking point
A balloon that can be pierced at will, or like
The horizon, you see it, but it can`t be reached.
And what is beyond the boundary?
Monday 14th January 2019 6:50 am
loving thought
Loving thought
Love is a delicate Spanish bluebell
In a field of thistles
You pick the flower at your peril
It may die in your hands and leave you
With a prickly weed of regrets
Monday 14th January 2019 6:37 am
beware of colours
Beware of Colours
It was about these flowers, you see,
blue a favourite colour for many they don`t
realise this colour can bring on melancholy
The flowers have long stems were in a vase
day- fresh with dewdrops sprinkled on
their leaf, how beautiful isn’t a goat would not hesitate.
Tomorrow the flowers will still be blue after
seven people committed suicide and a blind
...Sunday 13th January 2019 2:58 pm
wakeful
Wakeful
The night is endless the pupils of his eyes
are alert and free of sleep, will he make it through the night?
A brain without brakes, first gear not of any help,
restless wandering through childhood, where did it
all go so wrong?
The future is now tomorrow is an incident a lack of meaning
and only leads to another tomorrow.
A swarm of butterflies in the glade he ...
Saturday 12th January 2019 9:16 am
the love
The Lovers
On my walks in the interior of Algarve
I followed an overgrown track that once
had been a road for horse and carts.
At a clearing, I found a clumsily made shrine,
and on it with unsteady hands, was written
Pedro and Maria 1912.
I sensed an immense peace sitting here.
Love is enduring and everlasting.
Their tenderness is what I breathe
in the tre...
Friday 11th January 2019 9:25 am
the poverty of self loathing
The poverty of self- loathing
The of the cloak of poetry I once wore
does not protect me against my insecurity
the fear of being destitute.
Nowhere to hide when the northwesterly blows
and happy people dance at a restaurant
to the music, I composed in my heart.
Steamed up café windows people eating broth
gesticulate with forks to get me away
to eat their food in pea...
Thursday 10th January 2019 11:23 am
odd is the poet
Odd, is the poet
He was the odd boy in the family
in a town that doesn’t rhyme with anything.
He wrote strange words in a notebook
the teacher told him to stop this nonsense
and learn that 2X2 makes four.
Declared he was a poet when eleven.
His mother was shocked at what happens
to my son is turning into a Nancy boy.
He came to England where people are so correct
...Wednesday 9th January 2019 9:06 am
the vagabond
The Vagabond
He was a wanderer with a knapsack, had walked
the roads from one town to another for 40 years.
He had a house once, but family life didn`t
suit him, strolled out one day and continued
Drifting the way his feet took him.
on his itinerant way, he sometimes got a job
at farms slept in the barn.
He was a good worker and liked by the people
of the land, but ...
Tuesday 8th January 2019 10:15 am
useless wars
Useless war
Red crosses on the graveyard near the battle,
bled, corpses of dead soldiers flew in the air
soldiers killed twice, for the enemy once is not enough.
A skeletal hand land near him, he shuddered but had
to advance over the field as ordered.
There was a lull, he sat leaning to a boulder wondered
what he was doing here in a war far from home in
a country, not his,...
Monday 7th January 2019 9:56 am
long for the sea
Long for the Ocean
The old man sits as usual on the terrace overlooking
the bay of Cascais, the weather is hazy to today take
his reading glasses off, still cloudy but less so.
Three ships anchored waiting for a pilot to navigate
into Lisbon, Cascais has no harbour but a marina
full yachts and sailboats belong to the wealthy, he went
there once...
Sunday 6th January 2019 9:22 am
a time called noel
A time called Noel
It is a cold morning, soon it will Christmas
and people of good-will are going out in the night
to feed the poor, the homeless and other
victims, of our capitalist system.
Glowing in goodness, they think not the poor
need shelter and food every day.
The traffic in downtown Cascais was intense on roads
not built for this onslaught, we ended up at
the biggest superm...
Saturday 5th January 2019 10:32 am
India
India
I looked it up on the map, India
it is a big country, and I know absolutely nothing
about its interior.
I once was in Calcutta`s airport but this
doesn`t make me an expert.
I wrote a poem about the last Bengali tiger,
but know little of its fauna,
I didn`t like when Prime Minister Modi eradicated
the smallest currency of rupee it was not fair for
the small ...
Friday 4th January 2019 9:48 am
wordsmith
Wordsmith
When writing shall we dare call it poetry
I, because of my lack of academic learning
cannot seek inspiration the classics,
except for the god Sisyphus which
I find funny realising I`m laughing at self.
The lacuna between me and poetry I have
tried to fill with words, one day I can build
a park for lovers,
At my relative old age which is no more
then a ...
Thursday 3rd January 2019 8:53 am
2019
2019
We got off the bump of New Year, 2018
is a submarine run aground on an island
in the Saragossa Sea.
Her sailors walk in ring drink whisky from
bottles that never empty and don`t make
the drunk enough to dance a jig.
The sailors’ life is an odd one they see
life passes by but always from a distance
when they finally go ashore, it is the second
best offer the...
Wednesday 2nd January 2019 12:55 pm
religion versus culture
Religion versus culture
If the Dutch had adopted the Koran
made churches into mosques would Holland
be different for it is today?
I don`t think so. Because of
their characters
and culture would have reminded active
travelling the world for a business opportunity.
Been Moslems in name only as they are
Christians in the name just today
The Islamic rule that works ...
Wednesday 2nd January 2019 9:33 am
reflection on wednesday
Reflection on Wednesday
The bay of Cascais looks beautiful today
calm blue sea and sky a rare summer appearance in December.
A big bulk-carrier is waiting for the pilot, as a red-cross helicopter
comes onto view landing on the deck of the bulk-carrier one
of her crew is ill.
When the noise of the chopper dies down, I think
of yesterday when I wrote two poems which ...
Tuesday 1st January 2019 10:09 am
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