Friendship
The Friendship
Sven and I were best friends sailed on the same ship together.
he as a third officer and I as a cook. We were both interested
in reading, cinema and politics, and we liked go dancing when
our ship docked. One night in Kingston, Jamaica, we met two
girls at a beach cafe, I liked my girl there was an easy repartee
between us and we laughed a lot. Back onboard Sven said my
the girl was not suitable for me, I smiled, thought it a joke.
Next day was Sunday Sven went ashore after breakfast, going
to the beach, he said, I had to stay onboard and cook dinner.
He came back in the evening, when I was ready to go ashore
and meet my new girlfriend; Sven said he was very tired and
wanted to stay onboard for the night. When I met my girl at
the cafe, she appeared startled looked around and behind me
but said nothing; told she had been to the beach all day and
was quite exhausted, the easy talk between us was gone and
the silence was awkward, so I wordlessly just got up and left.
Back onboard, Sven sat in the mess-hall drinking coffee and
reading, he looked up said halloo but continued to read;
In my darkened room I looked out, full moon and the lights
of Jamaica looked alluring; I also saw Sven go ashore again and
it was well after midnight.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Welcome Onboard
Welcome onboard
I don’t care to read of other people dreams it has nothing to do with
me, so I will tell you a real story. The day after my anniversary I walked
along the docks of Faro saw a sign, a cargo ship needed a chief steward.
I walked up the gangway, spoke to the captain and got the job.
On deck when the provision arrived; I was in charge just like before.
The captain came he looked baffled; according to my passport I was 73
and far too old to join a ship. The master thanked me, getting victuals
onboard signing for them and getting the food stuff safely stored.
The ship left without me but her captain saluted me, it was raining no
one saw my tears. Whatever I do these days even driving a car there are
people telling me I’m too old. Yet in Japan their oldest porno star, a man
of 77 and still working, so why will they not let me go back to sea again?
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Since Sven Goran Eriksson took over, England have been fantastic.
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Rachel and You and The Day Trip
It was a day trip out
to some seaside place
arranged by the Gospel church
for kids whose parents
were poor
and having got on the coach
you sat in a seat
by the window
and waved at your mother
standing on the pavement
along Rockingham Street
and she waved back
then this girl sat beside you
who you didn't know
and she smiled and said
all right if I sit here?
sure
you said
and looked back out
at your mother
and waved again
and she waved back
and you thought
who is this girl?
and why is she
sitting next to me?
and she looked at out
the window
and waved to her mother
who started talking
to your mother
and they both waved back
to you and the girl
and you said
do you want to sit
by the window?
and she said
ok yes that'd be nice
and so she got out
and you got out
then she got in
and sat
by the window
and you sat
down beside her
and then the coach
started up
and drove off
and you both waved
at your mothers
until they were out of sight
and the girl turned
and said
I'm Rachel
this is my first time
to the seaside
and you said
you can walk around
with me if you want to
and she said
that'd be good
I don't know
anyone else here
and so she did
all day
walked around with you
along the beach
and on the sands
making sandcastles
and in the cafe
where they took you all
for a meal
of fish and chips
and she talked
and talked
and smiled
and laughed
and once she took
hold of your hand
and it seemed
for a while
that she was happy
at least it seemed so
by the width of her smile.
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Girl In Park
Girl in the Park
In the park I saw my dog Bambi, she was playing with
another dog that belonged to a girl who sat in the grass.
Bambi didn’t see me she had a glossy coat, and looked
beautiful, so I waited for her to see me and come over.
The girl was of no interest, looked as a black & white
photo taken with box camera 1950, I didn’t see her face.
She got up and walked into a café its door was open but
the entrance had a curtain of fake pearls that sounded as
of water in a stream, when moved. The park was empty
and there was no ducks in it dark pond. I walked into
the café, it was empty too; the owner was reading
a paper I asked if he had seen a girl with two dogs, he
said dogs were not allowed in his café, and continued to
read and for no reason at all I sat down and cried.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Whales
Whales.
What can I say about whales? I’ve seen them blow geysers of hot water
on the coast of Canada and Norway. Great innocent beings with small
brains living in peace, but for man. So much meat and fat; have you ever
tasted whale meat, it is dark and tender but it has to be soaked overnight
in vinegar or it will taste like cod liver oil. In the old days its fat made liquid
was good to lit lamps. We have got electricity now, so if you want a steak
kill a cow, they are plentiful, mind they are innocent too, graze and do not
know they are targeted to end up as burgers. The whales have a complex
language marine biologists say I don’t think it is hard at all, they are saying
in surprisingly feminine voice … where are you? I’m here two miles away
from you and watch out for boats, with propellers”. “Ok, thank you”
Sven Foyn, the whale murderer, nearly hunted them to extinction with his
exploding harpoon gun, but thanks to a few nature lovers this cruel practice
ended… Today there are many whales in the ocean sooner or later someone
will say there are too many of them, we have to cull them and make a little
money on the side. And unseen by us, but known by whales, a dark hulled
ship with a captain Ahab onboard is still hunting for an illusory white whale.
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A Cook’s Battle
The ship -cook was tired it had been a long day, the ship was old
full of cockroaches, one had found its way in his bread dough and
when the captain cut a slice of bread it was there, a brown raisin;
the old man had been very angry. The cook’s trouble was roaches
they were everywhere. He had asked to have the galley fumigated
when the ship was in dry dock, but no it was far too expensive.
Every week he boiled a big pan of water and squirted into corners,
it helped a bit and he had buckets full, but soon they were back
encroaching his galley. Then there were mites in the flour which
he had to sift before baking bread, not his fault yet he had to take
the flack. He often worked till late evening to keep the galley clean
he had even painted it so on the surface it looked bright and nice.
He was losing the battle against insects he often felt he was losing
his mind as well, they appeared in his dreams strangulating him.
Time was hard not easy to get a job, still when his ship docked in
Bombay he was off and the crew could get someone else to insult.
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The President I Nearly Met
Once, I nearly met a President
It was a very hot morning when we docked in port of Prince. Papa Doc was
in power then, the president of Haiti, a nice man who gave coins to the poor.
Onboard came the usual gang of uniformed official who wanted whisky and
cigarettes before any papers were signed. Amongst them Tonton Macute,
men in slacks, summer shirts concealing side arms, sunglasses worn day or
night; Papa Doc’s men looking after things. One of them offered to take me
ashore show where the best whore was, I declined have an aversion for guns.
It was a long hot night all portholes and doors closed, frantic people trying
to sneak onboard to get away from this sunlit Island. The pilot came at noon
to take us out, an intelligent man with eyes who had seen it all, he spoke
English, I asked him about Papa Doc. He paused and said: “our president is
a very nice man when he visits villages he has bags of coins whish he strew
on the road for the poor to pick up from the dust, and with desperate hearts
they are grateful for what he gives them.”
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Jamaica Farewell
Down the way where the nights are gay
And the sun shines daily on the mountaintop
I took a trip on a sailing ship
But when I reached jamaica I made her stop
Chorus:
Now Im sad to say
Im on my way (on my way)
I wont be back for many a day
My heart is down
My head is turning around
I had to leave a little girl in kingston town
Sounds of laughter everywhere
And the dancing girls sway to and fro
I must declare my heart is there
Though I have been from maine to mexico
Chorus:
Still Im sad to say
Im on my way (on my way)
I wont be back for many a day
My heart is down
My head is turning around
I had to leave a little girl in kingston town
Yeah, robert g.
Down at the market you can hear
Ladies cry out while on their heads they bear
Ackev rice, salt fish are nice
Oh the rum is fine anytime of year
Chorus:
Now Im sad to say
Im on my way (on my way)
I wont be back for many a day
My heart is down
My head is turning around
I had to leave a little girl in kingston town
Down the way where the nights are gay
And the sun shines daily on the mountaintop
I took a trip on a sailing ship
But when I reached jamaica I made her stop
Chorus:
Now Im sad to say
Im on my way (on my way)
I wont be back for many a day
My heart is down
My head is turning around
I had to leave a little girl in kingston town
I had to leave a little girl in kingston town
I had to leave a little girl in kingston town
On my way harry. holy cow. I dont know!
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Alone At The Seaside
Sunday, October sunlight, I´m at the marina admiring
a boat made of wood, hull, deck and the bridge; I was
dreaming of mystical islands in the Pacific. An elderly
man near me spoke, said it was his ship, it had been
a fishing vessel…Asked if I wanted to come onboard
and have a look…Yes thank you. Everything onboard
was spick& span, but noticed the freezer in the pantry
took too much space. The cargo hold of his vessel was
converted a salon, but why all those black silk pillows,
on sofas and chairs? Thought it sinister. The man was
standing too near me taking up my pace and breathing
my air. Back on deck he invited me for an afternoon trip,
but told him I had to go home for my tea. Driving home
I thought of the freezer again, perhaps he wanted to lure
to the open sea throttle me with one of the black pillows
cut me into pieces and put each part in nice plastic bags with
name tags on, say, left leg, shoulder bone, thigh and foot.
use them as bait when he went shark fishing. Once again
my hunch had saved my life.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Persephone's Gloves
Trapped in the casual
massacre of a deep rest,
cold footprints in the snow follow
her wherever she goes
a midnight fog taps the thin
glass of her prism,
she waves,
it winks
a mystery exit and she
promises to write
if it keeps whispering
the litany of cruel secrets;
when the fog that is not fog
kisses her, she smiles and
tries not to
cry too loud.
poem by B. Sven Telander
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A tribute to Dad
written for dad of Sven-Eric van Osch
whose dad passed away last night.
the night is dark but
there are the little stars up there
sparkling and twinkling
there you say you will be
when you are gone
when the sun sets and
my mind wanders to you
they show me the world
has a life even in the dark
even when you are gone
look at how the stars twinkle
and wave to us tonight
they remind me of you dad
that you will be crowning
the sky of our heart day or night
always in your own little way
that endears you to us
now and forever
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Bee happy
enjoy the sex...
each every day
newely married..
after 40 years
ago...
do the sex...
sven days once...
or...
fifteen days ones...
enjoy to
do the sex...
daily avoid the sex
with your's life...!
why...?
means...
bee happy
about your's heathy life...
ok...
you are do sex
at only your's wife...
not for each other 's also...?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Texas
Texas.
Texas was for me a magic word, to be a cowboy, herd cattle
and in the evening, ride into town and sort out the baddies.
Mind I wanted to be a sheriff, but first I had to learn, how to
use a lasso. I jumped my ship in Houston, took a bus inland.
As light fell I saw a big ranch the bus stopped and let me off.
I knocked on a door told the rancher I wanted to be a cowboy.
He gave me t. bone steak and let me sleep in the bunk house.
At dawn the sheriff was there to take me back to Houston.
He wore Stetson and let me wear it till we reached the docks
and I had to go onboard, to cook lunch for the hungry crew.
When asked where I had been, I said I had visited my uncle
who has a ranch at a place called Panhandle.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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I Gotta Girl
6, 7, 8, 9, 10 lou bega on a trip would all come in
With a little bit of this and a little bit of that
You can get what you see you can see what get
And I bet that you all a little bit excited
If you want an autograph: honey I can write it !
I got girls worldwide on the planet
Some called whitney and some called janet
I gotta girl in paris I gotta girl in rome
I even gotta girl in the vatican dome
I gotta girl right here I gotta girl right there
And I gotta girlfriend everywhere
I gott girl on the moon I gott girl on mars
I even gotta girl that likes to dance on the stars
I gotta girl right here and one right there
And I gotta girlfriend everywhere
From miami beach to beluga bay
From the milky way to east l.a:
From st. tropez to may home cafe
Thats my way and I do it like day by day in
Afrika - amerika - europe and australia
Asia - canada - I take em all and marry her
India - arabia - to the girls of germany
All around the planet you can be my fantasy
I gotta girl in paris I gotta girl in rome
I even gotta girl in the vatican dome
I gotta girl right here I gotta girl right there
And I gotta girlfriend everywhere
I gott girl on the moon I gott girl on mars
I even gotta girl that likes to dance on the stars
I gotta girl right here and one right there
And I gotta girlfriend everywhere
You and me - no matter where you from baby -
No matter where you from baby - baby only you and me
I gotta girl in paris I gotta girl in rome
I even gotta girl in the vatican dome
I gotta girl right here I gotta girl right there
And I gotta girlfriend everywhere
I gott girl on the moon I gott girl on mars
I even gotta girl that likes to dance on the stars
I gotta girl right here and one right there
And I gotta girlfriend everywhere
song performed by by Lou Bega
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Girls On The Beach
Ah ah ah ah oo ooo ooo oo ahh
The girls on the beach
On the beach youll find them there
In the sun and salty air
The girls on the beach
Are all within reach
If you know what to do
How we love to lie around
Girls with tans of golden brown
The girls on the beach
Are all within reach
And one waits there for you
(girls on the beach)
The sun in her hair
The warmth of the air
On a summer day
As the sun dips out of sight
Couples on the beach at night
The girls on the beach
Are all within reach
And with the boys tonight
(girls on the beach)
Girls on the beach, girls on the beach
Girls on the beach, girls on the beach
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Gifted Ticket Taken
With a gifted ticket taken,
Anyone can go to places...
With a price already paid.
With a gifted ticket taken,
It becomes easier to get away.
And with a gifted ticket taken,
One will discover it's okay...
To get onboard,
And explore the unknown.
With a gifted ticket taken,
No one is bored.
Or feel they have ignored their trials.
Or chores expected to soothe with smiles,
Upon the faces awaiting to take full credit.
And with a gifted ticket taken,
All onboard...
Are ready to tour.
With a freeing off their backs,
Attractions carried that attacked.
And with a gifted ticket taken,
All onboard...
Are never bored,
With a freeing off their backs...
And with a sigh of satisfaction.
And with a gifted ticket taken,
Everyone can celebrate...
The patience,
It took...
To get that taste anyone can salivate.
And with a gifted ticket taken,
Everyone can celebrate...
The patience,
It took...
To get that taste anyone can salivate.
And with a gifted ticket taken,
Everyone can celebrate.
And with a gifted ticket taken,
Everyone can celebrate.
And with a gifted ticket taken,
Everyone can celebrate...
The patience,
It took...
To get that taste anyone can salivate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cracks In The Mirror
Cracks in the Mirror
The ship’s gone, sailed without me,
alone in a hotel room I sweat and try
to stop my hands from trembling;
they threw me ashore, the bastards;
I looked nonchalant walking down
the gangway, two fingers in the air;
I have to leave this room, must walk
tall, I’m a real tough guy- get that right-
but first I need a little drink or two.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Secular Pope
The secular Pope
Cuba 1957, Havana was full of randy tourists,
prostitutes, gambling casinos and assassins.
Castro was still up his mountain stronghold,
when a robber came onboard our ship;
he was caught on the wooden dock by two
police officers, who pocketed his loot.
He was told to run away and then they shot
him dead…five bullets in his back.
Young red blood dripped into turquoise sea.
The officers laughed holstered guns and lit
Marlboro cigarettes. But Fidel Castro was on
his way down from the mountain and Cuba
would get her dignity back.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Little flower
It seems she is the beautiest flower.
Hidden in the darkest tower.
Hidden in the deepest dark.
Wearing all her thorns so sharp.
The flower I do like so much.
The flower I'm not allowed to touch.
The flower I'm thinking of.
Although she's sometimes so rough.
Flower of my misery.
Shine on in eternaty.
Flower of my happiness.
Eased away my deep distress.
The flower is so far away.
Watch her growing day by day.
She lives on the other side.
But she makes my days so bright.
poem by Sven Meinecke
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I Got A Girl (S-Kimo Mix)
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten
Lou Bega on a trip won't you all come in
With a little bit of this
And a little bit of that
You can get what you see
You can see what you get
And I bet that you're all a little bit excited
If you need a autograph, honey I can write it
I got a girl the smart one on the planet
Some called Whitner, some called Jenny
chorus
I got a girl in Paris
I got a girl in Rome
I even got a girl in the vatican dome
I got a girl right here, I got a girl right there
And I got a girlfriend everywhere.
I got a girl on the moon
I got a girl on mars
I even got a girl that likes to dance in the stars
I got a girl right here, and one right there
And I got a girlfriend everywhere
From Miami beach to Valuga Bay
From the Milky Way to East Soley
From San Chope to my home Cafe
That's my way and I do it like day for day
In Africa, America, Europe and Australia
Asia, Canada I take them on a meria
India, Arabia, to the guys in Germany
All around the planet you can be my fantasy
chorus
bridge
You and me
No matter where you from baby
No matter where you from baby
Baby it'll be only you and me
chorus til fade
song performed by by Lou Bega
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