Jan Oskar Hansen Poems

My Dream Woman

Teresa this silky brown woman her breasts surged upward
seeking the heavens. Her hair, a cascade of ebony, reached
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I know of a man, who was digging in his field, he had seen
China on a map and wanted to go there, and by his estimate
China was just under his feet. It I was a cumbersome job and
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Smoke and fire, burning building and leafless trees,
behind a low wall a solder lies on his side, head resting
on a brick, his rifle neatly beside him and the enemy
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When parks have been fenced in and locked
And school play grounds shut down
Will children be safe or lose their freedom
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The Demise of MT

Margaret Thatcher is dead
But her legacy lives on.
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The Miner


Mining dust in outer space exploited planets full of
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If al-Qaida likes to talk to me they can do through
face-book as I’m too old to be a recruit to this splendid
group who wants the western people out of the middle east.
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The bay is green today like grassland a spring day
moments before it´s invaded by cattle and cowboys
with six shooters full of dust.
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Christmas Day
Christmas day no ships anchored in the bay which
has crested waves that turn into cream like spray
when reaching sandy shores.
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The Famous Footballer
There is a great sorrow over Portugal a dark cloud
of tears, the great footballer Eusebio has died.
All the great and mighty in the Portuguese society
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