jan hansen Poems

We kill children

They die in Gaza, tiny they are the dead children, some look like rag dolls smeared with blood drying in the sun.
Some have no arms or legs their school had been bombed our manufactured bombs which we say are only sold to a friendly nation.
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A notable writer in the literary Norwegian firmament was Jens Bjornebo who was the leading radical star
outspoken and a perfect spokesman for modern times in
the sixties and seventies.
Jens, let's call him Jens came from an upper-class shipping family and received a top education at the time
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Erik Bye was a writer, entertainer, TV personality, and easily, in the sixties and the seventies, the most popular man around.
He was born in New York to Norwegian parents who later went back to live there, while their son Erik went
back to the USA to finish his education.
On returning to Norway, he wrote a book about his experiences crisscrossing the USA.
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the Big Island

It is a big island about the size of France, for a long time this island has been asleep so peaceful lemurs jumped along the jungle floor to reach the next tree, before
trophy hunters came together with missionaries and the people looking for gold.
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let us go to Dr. Lunde, she said and we drove to the bus terminal to park the car as there as no busses anywhere, but we had to move our car
because as the guard said our automobile was not classified as a bus.
The guard offered to drive us in my car but he had to drive since the road was narrow
He drove the car into a swallow lake caused by flooding
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The Garden of Peace


lately, I have been thinking of the many religions and how each one offers the best salvation is dependent on the circumstances of the time frame
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love, spring, and death

it was spring, late April, snow thawed and sun-warmed
winter cold faces, I was 18 and in love
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Two people and a dream

It is easy to start a war, send up a rocket, and get one in return and spiteful words lead to hatred of the sort
the consumes the soul and reason disappears in the fog
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Sheep

I have read and published some of my old poems
when the world was mint fresh and I believed in the lady in the lake, I saw her swim a moonlit night
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Christmas Rush

I was in a busy street and walked into a bookshop to buy a book for my sister as a gift
Back then when a TV set was expensive and only a few
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