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Best Poems Written by Jo Mykle Hofseth

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If I Annoy You

If I annoy you
Please tell me
Listen; i will do
If I annoy you
Please tell me
I will put my act together
If I annoy you
Please tell me
I will start anew

If I annoy you
Give me a hug
Game over

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A Road To Choose

I went for a morning stroll
I had a decision to make
A road to choose
I knew where I was heading
French bread and rosin bun
I took the high road first
I went the low road home
Road choice still waiting
It wasn’t a serious choice to make
I had paid my dues; gone to school
Chosen my profession; still mine
It was not the kind of roads choice
Where you can see; Route 66 ahead
Wooing; answer lightning you up
Road choice still waiting
Sun shining; brown thighs jogging by 
Weeds drowning in mother nature
Smile met by another smile
The sun warmed me
The wind cooled me
Road choice still waiting
Egg and beacon; or:
Scrambled eggs and cured meat
Shrimp on toast; or:
Scrambled eggs and smoked salmon
Road choice still waiting
The morning; before Sunday
Hungry

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Made Me Think About Music

Rain poured down
Made me think about music
Like listen to blues
The droplets danced on the metal railings
Made me think about music
Like listen to jazz
It was the end of may
Made me think about music
Like listen to joik
A dog run past me
Made me think about music
Like listen to country and western
It was Sunday
Made me think about music
Like listen to Gospel
The dog’s owner called out for his dog
Made me think about music
Like listen to opera
A red, white and blue car was parked outside
Made me think about music
Like listen to folk music
The dog’s owner ran after his dog
Made me think about music
Like listen to r&b
The dog’s owner was united with his dog
Made me think about music
Like listen to soul
It stopped raining
Made me think about music
Like listen to classical music
A woman went by; red dress, black sweater
Made me think about music
Like listen to rock and pop
It started raining again
Made me think about music
Like listen to heavy metal
The rain hit the artificial grass
Made me think about music
Like listen to electronica
The sun split the clouds
Made me think about music
Like listen to salsa
Like listen to cha-cha-cha
It started to rain; again
Made me think about music
Like listen to the last song; played
Last round in the pub
Last song played by the band
Last chance to follow her home
It made me think of a song
A song I know I don’t know
The song I don’t know how to sing
The song with “Corona; Corona” in the chorus
Me; I’m very happy
Because I don’t have to think about:
Music in the church
Song by a grave

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The Girl With Red Hair, Freckles and An Upturned Nose

I met a girl once; more like noticed her I have to admit.
A girl with red hair, freckles and an upturned nose.
The girl with red hair, freckles and an upturned nose.
Oh; I noticed her.

Music can bring back memories for me.
If you want to make me sad; play:
«here comes the sun» or «while my guitar gentle weeps».
A LP my mother had; that reminds me of her death.

This story starts with a movie; The Big Chill.
A movie about a man who kills himself.
More comedy than drama.
Music that I love.

I sat there in the dark; noticing her.
One row in front of me; two seats to the left.
Good looking, crying.
I saw her hand wiping tears from her face.

A few weeks later, in a pub. Drinking with friends.
I overheard a group of girls, in the booth behind me.
Talking about music that they would:
Wish people would play for them.

A girl, the girl, touched my shoulder.
She asked what I would play for her:
I answered «baby stop crying».
Her group left; Looking at me, so did she.

I met her again; in a library.
She asked why; I would play «baby stop crying».
I told her about the first time I saw her.
We both had mothers that committed suicide.

I remember sitting side by side.
Sitting almost as one.
We went to a movie; sitting in the dark.
I don’t remember the movie; I remember her.

I was in love.
She was looking for a friend.
We helped each other through the night.
We each had Pandoras box; to handle.

I invited her home.
She stayed the night.
She invited me to Chistmas dinner.
The first time I was invited to her place.

A very small apartment.
Looking out: the city had slowed down.
Snow falling;like a B&W photograph.
It was warm inside; with her.

She had bought a chrismas tree.
A slender tree, left alone.
A tree left waiting.
A fitting tree; for her apartment.

I gave her a bottle of vine.
I gave her a single; «Fire», with Pointed Sister.
I gave her a LP; «Black and White».
I remember the record store; the seller wishing me good luck.

The christmas tree looked perfect in the morning light.
Santa Claus hat on top; 
Red bra round its middle.
I hummed that morning.

You should have seen my face.
You should have seen my smile.
Walking home; knowing I would meet her again.
Humming along to the song «Slow Hand».

I still turn around; 
When a girl with red hair,
Freckles or an upturned nose walks by.
I know I will never forget that tree; or her.

So play; please play:
“You can’t always get what you want”,
With The Rolling Stones, for me.
I will remember; getting what I needed.

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You Raise Me Up

«You raise me up»

«You raise me up» played on the radio
It made me feel good, and just a little bit sad
Sad because when we lift each other up
We raise us up, by lowering someone else
Those we don’t agree with
Everyone who smell of garlic
Those who don’t fit, fit in
Fit in our neighbourhood
Doesn’t fit in the White House
I saw “You raise me up” on YouTube
The crowd sang; lighters lit up the night
The next song made me really feel sad
“Bridge over troubled water”
The singer was pitch perfect
The choir, and the crowd, was there
The orchestra played to perfection 
I have seen many bridges; walked them too
Large and small, old and new
Had we only been so good at
Building bridges between people
Over troubled waters

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Someone That Looked Like You

I saw her on the tram

I saw you on the tram

It wasn’t you

It was someone that looked like you

*

Looked a lot like you

The color of her hair

The way she moved

Her face, but not her nose

*

She stepped on, went off

Before my tram stop

I had seen my surgeon

Not my day; that day

*

I saw her on the tram; again

It wasn’t you

Looked so like you

So close; but not you

*

I loved you then

You left; closed the door

I believed the door was closed shut

I believed I had walked away; free of you

*

She stepped on, went off

Before my tram stop

I had seen my surgeon that day

From sundown to sunrise; that day

*

I looked around; on the tram

Sitting there alone

Thinking of you

Thinking:

*

Do I turn around

Do I have to turn my head

Must I turn around; now

She sure looked a lot like you

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Chiming

Summertime
Grandfather clock
Slowly adjusting

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Someone I Used To Know

Snowed in
Someone I used to know
Why not?

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Nameless

The train didn’t slow down
I couldn’t get off
On this station

The sidings were removed
Only weed felt at home
On this station

The building still stands
I don’t know the name
The name of this station

It must have been short
To fit the empty area on the wall
There must have been life and joy
People, and goods, coming and going

There are signs by the tracks
To let the driver know when to blow the horn
To wake those not yet dead

It seemed as a lament to me
When the horn remained silent
Passing this station

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A Suicide

I nodded towards him
Over the plums
Dark red and sweet
He nodded back
He looked so sad

We met again, aisle three
Between canned corn and flour
He told
I gave my condolences
He looked so sad

He picked up a bag of flour
Said he had lost his appetite
He told
Picked up a bag of sugar
He looked so sad

He made me think of my tight-lipped grandmother:
“No parent should have to bury a child”
He told
Picked up another bag of sugar
He looked so sad