Best Hansen Poems
Thinking of O, Ms. Jill Martin was in her solitude “Quietly…breathing”
That, she just waved her hand greeting April Lewis “Without Speaking”
I spied humorist Donald Meikle, writing a “Note to a Lady in Waiting”
Let’s party! exclaimed silent Sami Al-Khalili, but not “Only In Winter”
That’s a real cool idea, and I said, how about in “The Field Of Summer”
Dame Marcyle Beer offered her place, called “Welcome To Fort Beer”
A rising star Taryn Melville proudly breezed in: saying “I Am From…”
But, party guy Anthony Slauson showed us his “Fingers of Freedom”
Leaving noble Alyssa Finley’s young mind fixated in “Dreams Come”
A free verse expert JeanMarie Marchese of Homosassa, uttered “Slow”
Let snow lover Linda Smith tell us first her “Footprints In The Snow”
Indeed, we’ve our time to introduce ourselves, before “The Cockcrow”
Sweet Elaine George arrived, when the night still had a “Tender Heart”
With a special gift, for Raquel Nicholson, ‘cos she has “a broken heart”
I learned that Big John Tanaskow did not wish to go “Back At the Start”
The party made poetic Mark Hansen expressed himself, in “Cloud Nine”
Perhaps he had consumed much of shy type Nicola Steel’s “Plumy Wine”
For he was too excited, to meet a bright Seema Ali, on a “Poetry Online”
Before the party was over, Juanita Ganir, sprung from her “Sacred Well”
And, old Londoner Matt Doe spoke, of his mighty “Showdown In Hell”
To a sexy Tamiviolet Manchas, but, she xoxoxo urged him, “Don’t Tell”
Many thanks, to photographer William Jones, for his “Living In Color”
A souvenir that reflects my own plea to “Make Me Whole, Once More”
A plea to everyone, to all friends, to remember that “My Name Is Thor”
Categories:
hansen, art, friendship, funny, on
Form:
Mom...
words cannot express how I feel right now....
I just want to thank you for all you have done for me....
I do not know where I would be today....
if you where not there as my crutch when I needed you most....
you are the most understanding & caring person in the world....
to have and to love as a mother....
I thank my prayers from the good Lord up above....
for the prayers that were answered for the man I have become today....
I wish all parents were as supportive as you have been to me....
to talk when we need too stay quiet when we need too....
thank you for the life you have given me....
and the direction that you have led me in....
I will cherish all the memories, advice, & love you have given me....
forever and always....
Thank you
I love you Mom.
I love you.
Kevin Ryan Hansen
11/07/98
Revised 10/12/06
Categories:
hansen, family, inspirational, mother, love,
Form:
Free verse
The Headless Greenlandic Horseman
A Meditation in 6 parts.
Avalanche
I.
The sky is starry
The night is scary
I'm very afraid
of the living dead;
On a mission; or Fugitives in the city
II.
The headless Greenlandic horseman
speaks Kalaallisut very well indeed,
plus Dansk and English! What a man!
A polyglot he is! Yes, sir! Although he
Is evil and wants to behead Mr. Donn
Oh! How horrible! How horrible! The
reason being, Donn owes him plenty
of money. More than 500.000 bucks!
Camera Obscura
III.
Mikko Donn (whose dad is Finnish) is a fugitive in the city
& Hansen, the cowboy from Kalaallit Nunaat, is his hunter;
500.000 U$ is that debt's figure, folks;
Oh! This is horrid! Truly horrid for sure!
I contemplate upon this very jittery and jumpy
Oh, I am scared! Oh, yes! I am scared!
Donn's head is at stake--because he's a debtor;
Another headless man? And multilingual again?
Isn't that whimsical? A headless man wants to
decapitate another man and both speak many
superb languages! That's admirable! Yes, sir!
Spasmodic Apostrophes
IV.
Ave Hansen, Morituri te Salutant
anthropologizing, vexillologizing;
Well, Donn's head is still extant.
Though, I dare ask, for how long?
Equestrian Interregnum
V.
Fear is what Donn feels
even down to his heels;
He feels he's gonna puke
even though he is a duke!
The philanderer's philter will save him no longer
The Greenlander and his plug are after him;
There's no escape--the event is rather grim;
He is doomed. Period. Good-bye, fishmonger!
Hurkle! Hurkle! Hurkle!
VI.
Donn's head is safe now. Why?
Because of my idea; Donn is a fish vendor
and has a friend who is a surgeon;
Therefore, I suggested "What about implanting
a fish's head on Hansen? Wouldn't it be nice?"
Donn okayed what I said & called his friend,
Mr. Sherry, the surgeon. Hansen accepted.
They made a deal. Besides the fish's head,
Donn has to teach Hansen Suomi, a
perfect language. And that's how this tale
ends. Hansen and Donn became friends
and ate partridges together.
Categories:
hansen, best friend, city, courage,
Form:
Verse
"Jacoby & Meyers" - gave me a pale
Round bellied attorney with pony tail
"Cash Only !" asking so far
After four weeks - got disbarred
Oranges fly between bars in Palmdale...
for Carolyn's Limerick Contest on Lawyers
Categories:
hansen, funny
Form:
Limerick
http://www.poetspoetrypoems.com/entry/ppp-poet-of-the-year-2012-and-the-winner-is-jan-oskar-hansen.html
Categories:
hansen, dedication,
Form:
Chant Royal
Armed and Clumsy
New York City
Ralik Hansen had pulled off a heist
Jewelry that was high priced
He was all alone
Hiding out in his home
When he himself was then iced
It wasn’t a rival or cop
That followed him home from the shop
A delivery man
With a package in hand
And it happened to be his last stop
When he heard a knock on the door
He crawled under the couch on the floor
Thinking it was the law
His gun he did draw
It went off and now he is no more
Pinellas Park, Fla
Dennis Emery, according to friends
Brandished a gun now and then
A domestic dispute
Thinking he would be cute
His brandishing came to an end
The cops said that this was the case
He twirled the gun with some pace
The trigger he found
As he twirled it around
And he shot himself then in the face
A couple of true stories from your Uncle Mike
Categories:
hansen, violence, , cute,
Form:
Rhyme
I was tagged by that guy
the crazy culinary king
the one who makes drool
run down my chin ... ; )
So now it’s my turn [oh goodie!]
to pass on the tag
to an unsuspecting soul
and leave him holding the bag.
Now poets can be a silly bunch
not deep nor grave nor brilliant so much.
Give em a game and cut em loose
and you’ll find ‘stupid’ is often our muse.
And ... so ...
Eenie meenie minee doo doo
oh dear my dear could it be yoo hoo?
I tag Hansen, that guy in Brown
he’ll do ya fine, he’s such a clown!
Yer up, Mark!!
Love ya! j
Categories:
hansen, friendship, funny, happiness, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
I noticed just the other day
when I turned my blue jeans inside out,
a curious little grin in my
penny pocket.
Just a happenstance left
on the whim of a Friday morning
on the 5th.
Left for such a time as today
when
my inseam is too short,
my soles are too tall,
your voice is still and small
and
my soul is numb, after all.
I fall into your heart on the page
and know
that soon there will be a time ...
love you Hansen.
Categories:
hansen, devotion, faith, hope, life,
Form:
Bio
Monday Morning
When I opened the kitchen door the fridge
had an attack of the shakes then feel into
dejected stillness which bayed in my ears.
To break this force of nothingness I spoke
and sounded like a wounded duck and
the beer bottle held in a clammy hand fell
with a foamy splash on the floor; wordless
fear. Why me?
The fridge rattled again but there was
nothing of worth on its shelves other than
bacon, eggs, cheese. Stop, I feel sick.
Turned on the tap and fat maggots dripped
into my glass, that too ended on the floor;
fled, outside people starred at me because
I was dressed in a red bathrobe with Hotel
Astor stamped on the back.
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen
Categories:
hansen, funny, recovery from..., satire,
Form:
Blank verse
The Blue Plant
In a clearing in the woods there is a blue plant
that is illuminated from the inside and shines
long after dark, but if you stop and stare its
four petals curl, that light is switched off and
it looks another way; this because it lives in
fear of being recognized by a passing botanist
and classified as a minor little weed not worth
bothering about.
As I'm only a sailor who lost his sextant and
ended up in a wrong vale and not Singapore
which was my intention, I have its confidence
So I asked: "what if the botanist finds you
the most beautiful flower he has ever seen,
then you will be famous, poets will go all
tearful and lyrical about you and you'll appear
in illustrated books."
The blue flower's light flickered on and off it
was clearly in distress petals in a flutter and
shakily it said: "I fear fame it's an awesome
responsibility I have to shine and shine always
look my best and there is no turning away when
things get tough and they will ask me about
stuff I know nothing about and critics will ask
"is blue the only colour you have got"
©Jan Oskar Hansen, all rights reserved
Categories:
hansen, adventure, confusion, hope, life,
Form:
Blank verse
Beneath the sea
swirls the untouched
of me
slip sliding
deeply on silent green winds
skidding on bottom storms
blind
sweetest bubble notes of Being
rise to burst on the surface
in symphony ~
the music
of
your
rainbow
colours.
x
Thank you Mark Hansen for encouraging me to write about my love of the sea to
get me off the bubble ; )
Categories:
hansen, friendship, introspection, life, love,
Form:
Blank verse
I stood in your room over you....
looking down at you in tremendous fear.
It was hard for me to see you that way....
not knowing if you'd wake, wake that day.
You opened your eyes and shed a tear....
you'd have no fear, but still I was near.
Hand in hand, we would wait....
not knowing if you'd pass, pass early or late.
Grandfather, my prayers were with you....
for whatever you decided to do.
I said to you, "You would always have a life....
whether it be up with the angels or here with your wife.
I told you that if you had to go....
that I would still love you so.
....you passed that night....
with just me in sight.
Grandfather, you will live on in all of us....
for eternity, just because.
I love you Grandfather....
I love you.
Kevin Ryan Hansen
11/23/96
Categories:
hansen, loss, love, sympathy, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Resting days encircling of friends,
Peace gives a closing protection.
Charity seems to keep no charge of wrong,
Only listening ears that breathe silent in reading
Of heartbeat dance.
Friendship's breath,
Carrying wind to cast all trouble to the endless nowhere.
How do I finish what was started in me?
Inner wall of safekeeping,
Walking the ground secured playmate of poets.
"Tag!!!"
From within,
"You are all it!"
In Poetry Soup-
But,
Is the game really over?
Or just journeying on to love ones,
Outside our globe-sphere world of poetic?
P.S.
Follow up to
"Friends"
And
"Hansen! Yer It!!"
Categories:
hansen, life, love, uplifting,
Form:
Within the Circle
Around the burned down stable, near
the oak that was struck by lightning,
there is a silence within the stillness.
I can hear screams of stabled mules
running in circles trampling each other
into a bloody mass and falling beams.
Within the circle sheltered by whispering
leaves I can hear rattling of chains and
the forest afar sings of endless sorrow.
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen
Categories:
hansen, mystery,
Form:
Blank verse
Friends are people who are always there....
people that give you hope.
Friends are people who lift you up when you are down....
ones that lift your spirits.
Friends are ones that make you do the unexplainable....
people, that through thick and thin, make you feel like angels.
Friends are people who are there through loss....
those that help you feel you can overcome anything, big or small.
Friends are those who are there for you when you are in great need....
ones who are by your side to plant that next seed.
Friends............
lean on them, fore they will be there for us.
Kevin Ryan Hansen
10/6/06
Categories:
hansen, friendship, life, uplifting, people,
Form:
Free verse