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		<title>Inspiration</title>
		<description>"Do you want to know a secret?" he said
As he laid upon his bed
His frail old bones so tired now
His hair all but gone from his head

I smiled at him with his weathered face
His hand reaching mine with such tender grace
My heart wrapped in his as I searched his eyes
Words ...</description>
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		<title>The Music Lesson</title>
		<description>I’ve always had a thing about punk garage bands.
My best friend at age six was Benji Matteucci, he had older brothers and sisters. They have American and Chilean heritage. The older siblings of Benji use to give us pocket money to run to the dairy. Most of the time it ...</description>
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		<title>Lament for Terrorist Attack</title>
		<description>This time air-borne violence
Corpses falling and falling
Was Devil torching the heavens?
Satan permeated, spread, prevailed, dictated
Demanding more blood
Just daybreak!
And the sky became dark
All withered!
All spent!
All burnt out!
The red blade of Terror's dagger glinted
Life's music died
Nothing was saved
As Black Tuesday witnessed countless bodies
Exploded and exploded
Can the heavens smile as usual?
Can dust ever ...</description>
		<link>http://www.aucklandpoetry.com/wordpress/2008/09/08/lament-for-terrorist-attack/</link>
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		<title>five new Haiku</title>
		<description>Haiku 

Misty night seeps down   
Melancholic September  
Averse sky pain for the sun  


Haiku 

Green moss on wet wall 
The northwesterly blows rain
Normal October  
 

Haiku 

Parasols seek shelter 
Courageous are umbrellas  
Joust November storms  


Haiku 

Festive shop windows
Preen and vie for customers ...</description>
		<link>http://www.aucklandpoetry.com/wordpress/2008/09/04/five-new-haiku/</link>
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		<title>review of my latest book &#8220;homecoming</title>
		<description>JAN OSKAR HANSEN

HOMECOMING...Prose, Poetry, Senryu

By a Norwegian sailor -  stunning, candid reflections of a life on sea and land.

Published by Cyberwit.net, 2007, ISBN  978-81-8253-121-5, First Edition, 140 pages, paperback,  $15,00.

HOMECOMING is the third one of a triptych of poems:  End Of A Voyage, Homeward Bound, Homecoming.

Hansen ...</description>
		<link>http://www.aucklandpoetry.com/wordpress/2008/09/04/review-of-my-latest-book-homecoming/</link>
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		<title>3 new haiku</title>
		<description>Haiku 

The vanishing act   
Summer leaves the verandah
Autumn light enters  

Haiku 

Deepening shadows 
Fallen leaves on the terrace 
Time for reflections  

Haiku 

A summer has gone 
The breeze has a chill within  
Will we meet next year?   


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		<link>http://www.aucklandpoetry.com/wordpress/2008/09/03/3-new-haiku/</link>
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		<title>machination</title>
		<description>Machination 

In my vale I hear the echo of combat,
bullets targeted forward fired by lucky 
warriors who kill civilians who, with 
their chattel, obscure the long view.   

The right place, wrong time, blood and 
bodies under canvas, tears; pledge of 
vengeance. Death is clean and nattily
dressed, sport sunglasses ...</description>
		<link>http://www.aucklandpoetry.com/wordpress/2008/09/03/machination/</link>
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		<title>the room</title>
		<description>The Room 


The room on the attic had a bed, a commode,
bare floorboards on which dust danced as on
command, light came from a loft window. 

The murmur I had stopped, the room waited 
for my next move, I looked around nothing 
here to bother about and closed the door. 

My ...</description>
		<link>http://www.aucklandpoetry.com/wordpress/2008/09/03/the-room/</link>
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		<title>brides</title>
		<description>Brides. 

Silk worms spewed me a suit fit for a king 
Wore it at a wedding where I coveted 
Another man’s bride

The worms came, ate my fine suit, they
Had found me unworthy; naked walked 
through the park of autumnal leaves.   

By daybreak I sat on a stone by ...</description>
		<link>http://www.aucklandpoetry.com/wordpress/2008/09/02/brides/</link>
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		<title>addiction</title>
		<description>Addiction  

Looking out of the window, in the doctor’s 
waiting room, I saw his receptionist who 
had gone outside for a smoke, she wore 
black underwear under a white nylon dress
which is a faux pas, but I couldn’t give 
a damn it was the way she inhaled filling 
her ...</description>
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