Wisdom
Wisdom
What life has taught me
Importance is transitory
Sacrifice vacant
Israel is a postscript
Life is but a summer breeze
Life is meaningless
Happiness is to understand this
Not wait for heaven
False prophets and promises
Life is but a summer breeze
Nonexistence
Has no memory of pasts
Rapids do not sing
Stillness tells not of love
Life is but a summer breeze
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Gunplay
Gunplay
The confused inner city kid
had a gun.
Another boy didn’t show him respect,
so he shot him dead.
The gunboy fled into a park,
under a bush hid
shivering in the cold rain.
Now he was a hero in the eyes
of other kids
Sirens and voices, they have got him now.
One bullet left,
wished he was back home with his mum,
thought of his options…
a hero for all time?
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the French Language
MY STONE HORSES
Horses in the snow
I have brought them fodder
Tey neigh
Snow on their backs thaws
I am a purveyor of happiness?
MES CHEVAUX DE PIERRE
Chevaux dans la neige,
Je leur ai apporté du fourrage,
Ils hennissement,
La neige sur leurs dos fond,
Suis-je un pourvoyeur de bonheur?
Jan Oskar Hansen
Translated into French by Athanase Vantchev de Thracy
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The Problem With God
The God Problem
Religions’ root
Is mans guest to live forever
Not only of flesh
But superior to other life forms
Spiritual and advanced
He seeks a deity
In his own vain image
Insist he’s right
Ready to kill for his icon
And askew timelessness
Will not accept
He’s no more than a weed
Or a dandelion
Forever seeking assurance
That life offers more than death
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Oceanic Humour
Oceanic Humour?
Does a sardine play
Hide and seek with another fish
And laugh about it?
Does a lobster joust
With a big Alaska crab
Just for amusement?
Wit on the sea’s floor
Giggling eels on Dogger bank
Slippery gayety?
Can a tiger shark
Tell another shark a story
That has a fun bite?
Are ocean’s beings
As stern as the old Talibans
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Rape, the swedish way
Rape, The Swedish Way.
Go to Sweden
Meet a woman who likes you
Be on your toes
She may regret it next day
Tell police she has been rushed
And that’s rape
According to Swedish law
So be careful now
Get a written permission
Before you have intercourse
It is an odd rule
Making fools out of women
Who cannot say No
Feeling they can’t resist
A man’s overpowering charm.
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The Sea
The Sea.
I was an orphan lost on the vast plateau
of land till I came to the coast and saw
the sea wench all beginnings sprang;
yet I swim close to shore where the sea
is clear and has no dark, mysterious spots,
she is a greedy mother her love is total;
she hates land that stole her off springs,
hammers shores and will not desist and
be at ease before all is gone.
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Trying To Remember
Dawn, from the sea of unconsciousness a tsunami
came and flooded the land of consciousness.
I walked around the flotsam to see if I could use
any of the dazed hazy thoughts. But before I could
pick up any interesting ideas, high tide came and
washed everything away; and it was morning and
the phone was ringing. A sense of loss remained
something vital I must try to remember.
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Shipwreck
As the ship exploded and sunk, her crew
died a hundred times.
Through portholes they saw the green sea,
getting darker; they couldn´t hear their own
screams as the noise of crushed iron´s was
louder, like hundred express trains hurdling
toward obliviousness
And then the sea blew open doors
filled every cabin with incomprehension
…and then, yes then, they died again.
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The Obama Speech
The Obama Speech
The great orator spoke in Cairo, told those
who had lost their land to stop warring and
seek a peaceful solution.
He told those who had done all the stealing,
from the bereft, to stop taking more and be
a bit more helpful.
Yes, our Obama knows how to do the talking,
but I don’t think the land grabbers give any of
it back to those they took if from.
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