Jan Oskar Hansen Poems

The Arab Spring

Saddam Husain, Mubarak and soon Assad
will go… and we can be jubilant and call it
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The Nature of Success.

On an old tank ship that was so slow it felt as
we were suspended in time, a world shrunk
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The Kiss of Death

He was not a smart thief, nevertheless good at opening locks,
but often leaving finger prints behind, he was the one who
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And As Bullets Fly

On this land sun often shines, in afternoons there
is between, deep shadows and light a multi, hued,
enchanting greenness it is as day and night seek
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The Hidden

In an old cigar box I have old black & white photos,
nearing Christmas I sometimes take them out- one
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Blank screen of doom find me wonderful words,
nothing fancy just words that have a resonance in
my mind and gladden my heart.
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Bin -Men
In the late sixties there was a down turn in shipping
I was broke and unemployment, benefit meager.
From I was fifteen I had always been in catering and
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The Making of Stars.

Long time ago before stars appeared,
nights were as black as standing inside
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Time and its Daughter
I love your face and your face loves itself
For its perfect nose, green eyes and rosy lips
And your fragrance has a Narcissistic allure.
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Mist of Time

Do not spill my blood
On wasteland
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