Jan Oskar Hansen Poems

The Oppressed
Time is churning us in a mass of confusion
But something is forever the need to side with the downtrodden.
Two of my uncles, ordinary working class lad,
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Underneath the lamplight

There was a time I danced under street lamps
The music was in my head and pole dancing
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Golden locks
The girl I fell in love with years ago when summer
was excellent, and we bathed in
the lake I didn`t ven kiss her but patted her shoulder.
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Idle Thoughts


When I write of a rose should
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filial
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The Stroll
Walking along a long road in a 1950ish industrial park
high walls and closed down factories; dark brown,
And no green weeds in pavement cracks.
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No milk for babies

I have lost track of who is fighting whom in the overlapping endless wars
in the middle- east, but that is beside the point today.
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No milk for babies

I have lost track of who is fighting whom in the overlapping endless wars
in the middle- east, but that is beside the point today.
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Our Consensus

The moment when the cacophony of voices,
at the railway restaurant,
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Elegiac

The hotel was empty no one the reception area
I walked upstairs and all the room where empty.
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