Poetry Blog by jan oskar hansen
He was a lucky man by his side angels walked
or perhaps flittered a little jostling as they all wanted to be near him.
Absentminded, he came near the fiord walked across.
He was out cashing crabs that clung to the sheer cliff wall, yes, and a plastic bucket.
He got five crabs and walked back the same way the angels sweated he had trusted
(unknowingly) their bli...
Thursday 13th May 2021 8:30 am
When I was young my youth lasted a long time.
When someone said next year, it sounded as it was forever.
I remember the long summers
but realize it is the sum of many summers.
Since in our estimation summer lasted long into autumn
and mild winter.
The real cold season lasted a month, and since
We didn´t sit still it didn´t feel so cold.
Now that I`m old the seasons...
Wednesday 12th May 2021 8:45 am
When I look back on my life, which I seldom do
I think in my writing, I should be deeper; alas, my self-mockery gets in the way.
Why should I think I`m intellectual to have any worth to say?
It appears to me that many on Facebook feel important enough
to enlightening us with their homilies?
If you live like this or that, you will find peace and happiness.
Tuesday 11th May 2021 7:39 am
A strange morning, clouds look like they were trying
to put up wallpaper, but the work was too much, and they left the project.
Drips like glue fell into the sea and became flakes of sunlight.
An aeroplane crossed the sky. It looked old, and its wheels were not retracted
perhaps it was a private plane doing a bit of exercise keeping its owner alert.
A seagull fle...
Monday 10th May 2021 8:56 am
This beautiful country is in the gripe of the pandemic.
Pyre after pyre burns in the night.
Ash and ashes fill the mourners settle on their clothes
and death is inhaled.
The people of this ancient land are stoic because
they know that there is no death, only a continuation
No politician can break the pact the Indian people have
with the past and futur...
Saturday 8th May 2021 6:39 pm
a little argument in Portugal
at the pharmacy
a man tried to get in front of me[U1]
I would have none of it
We had words.
But something he said
Stuck in my mind;
We don´t like you (foreigners)
We only tolerate you.
The people at the pharmacy
I had the sense they agreed with him.
Saturday 8th May 2021 8:57 am
On a bed attached to many wires, my body was prodded
by female hands, at my age, it was not everyday people touch me.
My heart sounded like an old steam-ship battling the waves off Greenland
seeking calmer water; as for my pacemaker, it sounded like
a pump in need of repair.
I fell asleep, which caused laughter from the staff; it is not often
happen to a patie...
Friday 7th May 2021 11:13 am
Derik and Floyd
Is an American tragedy unmasked?
Both were victims of America´s flawed system of justice.
Floyd died; his life was not angelic
but he did not deserve death in the street.
Derik ended up in prison (rightly so)
but the court case was a farce.
The procedural system was ignored, the justice was not blind.
The veritas had wide-open eyes in haste to find Deri...
Thursday 6th May 2021 11:14 am
Is Facebook turning into a sewing club
There is a woman they call Winfree.
She swims in the nude all year long.
in winters, her body is bluish
in the summer deeply tanned.
She has seen me often tell her neighbours
I´m a disgusting old man.
Not that I mind, they can call me what they like
it is not for me to write to The Facebook
being offended by a mere bagatel...
Wednesday 5th May 2021 6:58 pm
Looking out, the day was dazzling with deep shadows
in the corners and under dead street lamps.
Reticent lips exploded gave birth to a scream which
Shattered the forenoon, only white heat remained.
Window glass dripped became petrified like
were fish eyes glared as the day was punished down an abyss.
Of black, shiny boots trampled all fragment.
But the fiend’s...
Wednesday 5th May 2021 8:53 am
Blue-eyed prayers drip from
lips white as snow on a mountain top
her face is oriental alabaster.
Restless feet on stone floors
Every candle becomes a temptation
a magnetic attraction.
Over the wall, she will not flee
Faithful as she is to her abstract lover.
When desires leave her
and her steps are ponderous
she is the new abbess.
Tuesday 4th May 2021 8:51 am
Closer and closer they came
old women with faces made of lava
and stinking volcanic mouths.
Bodies of soil after years of drought,
dead oasis simmered
between thin thighs and haloes
of brittle hair.
They slowly stomped during ancient dust
covered their bird claw feet.
I turned and fled through a thorny bush.
Stumbled into indifference time.
Monday 3rd May 2021 10:07 am
What few see
99% of people do not care about poetry
and why should they?
The sheep who feed among the olive trees,
the furtive fox, is crossing a field.
the forest full of life and rabbits jumping over
A sinking stone walk.
The climbing rose flower surrounding a house.
Where an old lady leaves and her grandson bringing
Her food and the latest news.
Sunday 2nd May 2021 11:33 am
A sleek body arose from the bath
foam fondled her thighs
and the triangle of life.
The fire in the hearse hissed
painted her body with the fire of lust,
only the window saw her body´s hunger.
A pail of frost slowly dissolves
an ember of love lends warms to the night.
Tender is her longings.
Saturday 1st May 2021 3:01 pm