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    Vignettes, Prose Poetry, and Humour
    Vignettes, Prose Poetry, and Humour
    Vignettes, Prose Poetry, and Humour
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    Vignettes, Prose Poetry, and Humour

    By Jan Oskar Hansen

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    Poetry

    There are times when I despair of some poetry
    written, nice words knitted together for the sake
    of sounding pleasant the truth of life is made
    into a Hollywood romance, beautiful and we cry,
    misspent, sentimental tears over the irrelevant.
    My almond tree looks spindly like an oversized
    spiders web, so ugly in its bareness that hadnt
    it been for love I would have averted my gaze
    from this grimness called a tree. But I also know,
    say, a month from now it will be covered in pink
    flowers which it strews on the path I walk.
    There are times when I hate to hear about red
    roses, because the next sentence will be trivial,
    like bleakness should not be a part of life.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse UK
    Release dateApr 22, 2013
    ISBN9781481788946
    Vignettes, Prose Poetry, and Humour
    Author

    Jan Oskar Hansen

    The book….vignettes, prose poems and humor Jan Oskar Hansen winner of http://www.poetspoetrypoems.com/entry/ppp-poet-of-the-year-2012-and-the-winner-is-jan-oskar-hansen.html...

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      Vignettes, Prose Poetry, and Humour - Jan Oskar Hansen

      Vignettes, Prose

      Poetry, and Humour

      Spring issue 2013

      Jan Oskar Hansen

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      Contents

      The curse of Face-book

      Gone virtual

      Few Regrets

      Food in Oslo

      Poetry

      Mum´s Reading Glasses

      The New Me

      The Vulgar and the Beautiful

      The Gentle Boy

      The Understanding

      Tiny Drones

      Posh Poetry

      Good Intensions

      Another friendly Poem

      The Friendship

      Accidental Police Killing

      Doing the Right Thing

      The Politics of Work

      A sad affair in India

      Love

      Time

      Sort of Tanka

      The Wistful Song

      Sea Life

      Tasmania

      The Bay

      The Wish

      Antelope

      Interment

      Salary man

      Monday Morning

      And this is Not a Poem

      The Guilty One

      The Escapees

      Unsatisfied

      The Crippled Mind

      Kings

      Food and Elvis

      A detective Story

      The Whisper of Love

      Pornographic exploitation

      Pink Sink

      The Crier

      The Oncoming

      Awakening

      The Carpet

      Seller and Dali Lama

      How to slow down time

      Freedom Loving Cowboy

      A Bridge in Portugal

      Hitler Lives

      Stone Horse

      Can Trees cry?

      Mermaids

         Ivy   

      Hellenic

      Hippophagy

      Water Shortage

      Children do tell Lies

      The Witness

      Services Rendered

      Sunset

      The Reformatory

      The Loss

      Saying

      Lost Value

      Salami for a Horse

      An Almond Tree

      Who Wants to Be a Chicken?

      While Waiting

      The Last Voyage

      Apparition

      Recollection

      Eastertide

      October in Paris

      A Sea Dirge

      The curse of Face-book

      On her birthday she received

      Flowers,

      Cards,

      Gifts,

      Cakes, with candles on and

      Readymade Phrases

      Her room was empty and

      No friends rang, they had

      Like:

      Flowers,

      Cards,

      Gifts,

      And cakes with candles on

      Gone virtual

      A Day before Christmas

      The night in Cascais looks enchanting, coloured light

      Farris wheel and decorated streets… across the bay

      I see the village of Estoril, where ex kings used to live;

      there is a big Casino too and I went there once, I know

      what hell looks like blinking light and hypnotized eyes.

      A man once won a large sum of money, casinos must

      see to it that someone wins to keep hope alive for

      other punters, who will gamble more in the hope to win

      riches and be happy. Greed is a fervent wish to find

      security and gladness, but one cannot have too much

      money the hunt for vague contentment goes on.

      What happened to the winner? Did he buy a house and

      a Ferrari? Or did he think that if he won once

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