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The following poems are my modest creation. I try to express my views and feelings on different occasions.

Hans Bruun-Jensen
Brother and Friend
A life has ended,
And a soul is set free.
A brother, a friend
Has left us behind.

Though he was old,
He was still too young,
To leave our world,
For the world of souls.

In the realm beyond,
His soul will be at rest.
He will have no pain;
He will be at peace.

In the world of the living,
We will mourn for our loss.
We cannot comprehend,
That he has forever gone.

Hans Bruun-Jensen January 2016

Life
Life is to see the spring, the beautiful light green beech,
To see the light summer days, which fill my soul with joy,
To see the autumn, when the foliage of tree and bush,
Turn into beautiful colours, before the leaves fall to the ground.
Life is to feel the intimacy of winter, when days are cold and dark.

Life is to see the sun rise, and go down,
To feel the warmth of the shining sun,
To see the moon waxing, full or waning,
The cycle of life; birth, adulthood and death.

Life is to hear the birds sing, and twitter in the hedges,
To see the swan, majestically sail on water,
To hear the whirr of its wings, when flying through the air,
To see the deer, elegantly walking through the forest,
To see life unfold, both flora and fauna.

Life is to travel under distant skies,
To see other ways of living,
To see other florae, wildlife and people,
To see the variety of the world.

Hans Bruun-Jensen January 2016
Dream
I dream that people will live in a world,
With no evil, no exploitation and no greed,
Where nature, creature and man are equal;
Where earth is in harmony and balance;
Where life is blessed, not accursed.

Hans Bruun-Jensen January 2016
A Dear Friend
I lost a dear friend,
Not a human friend, yet a friend.
I lost a faithful companion,
Who never let me down.
I lost a part of myself,
Not a big part, yet a part.
I lost my dog.

I miss your happy wagging,
Even your noisy barking.
I miss your playful mind
And our walks together.
I miss your gentle brown eyes
And their compassionate look.
I miss you by my side.

You were old and tired,
And it was time to sleep.
Your legs were weak,
And it was hard to walk.
I did the last and best for you,
I blessed you with eternal sleep.
I trust; you thank me for my deed.

Hans Bruun-Jensen January 2016
The Final Curtain - Thoughts of a Dying Friend
The end of my life is drawing near.
However, I am prepared to struggle.
I am not yet finished with my life,
I have a lot of wishes to achieve.

I wish to stay with my family,
To see my grandchildren grow.
I wish to see my friends,
To be with people dear to me.

I wish to feel life,
The changes of seasons.
Although I am not fond of winter.
Nevertheless, I will take it to get the rest.

I wish to be the one,
Who puts my cat to sleep.
I wish to pet Chantelle,
I feel she is partly mine.

I wish to travel,
To battlefields of great wars,
To honor those who gave their lives,
To sense the presence of history.

I will endure all hardships.
I am prepared to suffer.
I will bear the unbearable,
To see the day dawn.

My internal body is in turmoil.
I feel my body is not mine.
It is like an abstract,
An explosion of colours and shapes.

I will live life fully.
I will feel the present,
And enjoy every second,
For the rest of my time.

When time comes,
And my eyelids feel heavy,
I will walk down memory lane,         
And recall the great moments of my life.

I will rejoice in the life I had,
And with peace in mind,
I will say a last good night,
And fall into a perpetual sleep.

Hans Bruun-Jensen May 2016
To be or not to be Danish
In our small kingdom,
Danishness is the order of the day.
We prepare canons about Danish culture,
To show what being Danish really means.
 
Xenophobia has taken possession of our country.
We stigmatize other ethnic groups,
And draw up irrelevant nationality tests,
To show that being Danish is so very special.
 
We close our borders.
We make life unbearable for refugees,
And use hateful speech,
To hold off the people in need.
 
We are a self-centered nation,
Which has forgotten humanity and empathy.
We complicate the life of our own people,
To avoid the influence of other cultures.
 
Instead of learning from other people,
And use the best from their traditions,
Denmark dismisses this idea,
As being heretical.
 
Denmark closes around herself.
I cannot recognize my country,
And the more I see of this,
The less I feel like Danish.

Hans Bruun-Jensen December 2016
The Refugee
They heard footstep outside,
And somebody trying to enter.
A boy with big sad eyes,
Crossed the limit of their property.

He came a long way.         
His people were fighting each other,
And he ran away to save himself.
He crossed a big sea and trotted along.

He reached peaceful land,
A haven in an evil world he thought.
However, he was not welcome there,
And they locked him up in their garden shed.

In the morning, they took him to the sea,
And put him in a leaky boat.
He looked at them with his big sad eyes,
Preparing himself to meet his destiny.

They thought they had done a heroic deed,
And saved their great nation.
However, they betrayed humanity and empathy,
And disgraced the country of their people.

Hans Bruun-Jensen November 2016
45ft president of United States
Donald J TRump is his name.

Donald is inspired by Donald Duck,
Disney’s short tempered,
Aggressive and bragging duck.
An exaggerated cartoon character.

J is the initial letter for a jerk,
He demonstrates to perfection,
How to be a jerk,
Beyond reach of rational arguments.

T stands for “Twitter”,
Which he is using on and on
To issue his nasty cracks
And unpleasant thoughts.

Rump is the part of his body,
Figuratively being the epicenter of his mind.
That is where his thoughts are born,
And spouted to the wondering world.

The language of this text
Is as impudent as the statements
Of the 45th president of United States.
God save the rest of the world.

Hans Bruun-Jensen februar 2017
Donald
How could she do it?
America,
Elect a president who,
Is a demagogue,
Represents the post-fact society,
Turns lie into truth,
And truth into lie,
The master of fake information.

How could she do it?
America,
Chose a man who,
You cannot trust,
Is irresponsible and unpredictable,
Talks before he thinks,
Jeopardizes our society,
And put us all at risk.

How could she do it?
America,
Put a mental unstable character,
A touchy narcissist,
A homophobic and xenophobic man,
A chauvinist
Who is insolent and rude,
Into the world’s most powerful office.

Hans Bruun-Jensen March 2017
Ethics
Our country has two sets of ethics,
One for politicians and one for citizens.
You would expect the highest standard,
To apply to politicians,
Yet, that’s not so.
Amorality and a liberal view of law,
Is common in the political world.

Politicians and ministers should have
The highest integrity among people.
However, they are performing black speech,
They never answer a question properly,
They withhold information,
They are not telling the truth,
And they do not remorse about it.

We have a minister of integration,
Who celebrates with a cake,
The 50th tightening of conditions
Targeting emigrants and fugitives.
She celebrates the misfortune
Of other people,
With a big smile on her lips.

Without consequence for her,
She issues regulations,
Which breaches the law.
She brags that it is her objective,
To challenge international conventions,
To interpret them beyond their intensions.
This is the mind of a disgraceful person.

Hans Bruun-Jensen July 2017
Spring
Winter aconites break through the earth so cold.
Yellow catkins of willow and hazel wrap the trees in golden light.
Male birds practice singing with fragmentary tunes.
Anemones lay the forest floor with a cloth so white.
The forest attires in its most beautiful light green coat.
A symphony of enticing bird songs seduces the females.
It is spring; it is the rebirth of life; it is the rebirth of the soul.

Hans Bruun-Jensen 2015
Summer
The sun is high in the sky;
The night is not a real night;
The darkness is not real dark;
The light tempts you to stay awake,
All day and night.

Bakken amusement park,
Entertainment in the forest,
Happy families with children,
Drunken people reel around,
Not knowing who they are.

People on the beach,
Enticing water never warm,
Boats on the sea,
Motor bikes on the roads,
Convertibles pretending we are south.

Hans Bruun-Jensen 2016
Autumn
The sun is slowly weakened,
And its path runs low across the sky.
The days shorten,
Coolness increases,
And darkness is closing in on us.

The nature prepares a farewell to summer,
To the light and joyous days.
The golden corn has met its destiny.
Trees and shrubs prepare a spectacular farewell,
In a symphony of yellow, orange, brown and red.

The roars of Stag and hart boom through the forest,
Love roars of might and strength.
Hazy days deaden sounds and dim colours,
And intensifies the smell of autumn.
We prepare for indoor life.

Hans Bruun-Jensen 2016
Winter
The days are short and cold.
The sun is hardly seen against the sky.
She looks tired and burnt-out,
And has little strength to shine.

Trees and bushes are standing undressed,
And shiver slightly in the coldness.
The naked branches form fascinating shapes,
That nourishes the fantasy during the brumal time.

Snowflakes slowly fall,
And dress the land in white.
It feels like being in a different world,
Where time and place have changed.

Hans Bruun-Jensen 2016
Donald the Demolisher
Once upon a time,
There was a superpower,
United States of America.

Her last president was
Donald the Demolisher.
He reigned with lies and deceits.

He insulted his partners and allies,
Called his friends foes of America,
And glorified dictators and odious people.

He withdrew from institutions,
Carefully created after the great wars,
To make a better and safer world.

He withdrew from arms control treaties,
Treaties to control global warming,
Any treaty that he could argue to harm America.

His byword was,
Make America great again,
But, he left her in a swamp of moral and ethic decay.

America lost all her credibility,
The leadership of the free world,
And left a failed bully.
 
Like other big empires, she fell into decline,
Drowned in her own self-sufficiency,
Thanks to Donald the Demolisher.

Hans Bruun-Jensen 2018
Winter Farewell
The winter sun is weak,
And the days are dark and cold.
The world looks grey,
And life gets hard.
It is time to say farewell,
And leave for the land thereafter.

Hans Bruun-Jensen May 2021
Our Life Circle
We have lived together,
The best part of our life.
At the time, we met; we were young,
And, we had a sense of springtime,
Where nature unfolds,
And new life begins.

Summertime followed springtime.
Like the nature,
In spectacular blossom,
And full of activity,
We flourished,
And were filled with life.

Autumn with its beautiful colours,
Portends the coming of winter.
We were still beautiful like autumn,
And felt life running in our veins.
However, we moved towards the gloomy season,
And the closing of our life circle.

Winter is upon us,
And it is time for reflection.
We have no regrets as to the life we had,
And the vow we took;
To live together for better and for worse
Till death us do part.

Yet, we also have a vision, that we,
Close to one another,
Travel to the land of souls,
On a peaceful journey,
Sensual and lovely,
In a wealth of light and beauty.

Hans Bruun-Jensen May 2021
Farewell Brother
Brother,
Life is strange.
Yesterday we talked together,
Today you fell to the ground,
From your favourite chair,
Struck by a heart attack.
 
Brother,
I visited you in the mortuary,
Saw you lying on the bier,
Lifeless and serene.
We could not talk,
Yet, I felt your presence in my mind.
 
Brother,
I will keep you in my heart,
Take care of all the memories
From a lifetime as brothers.
I will miss you to the end of life.
Life has changed forever.

Hans Bruun-Jensen December 2021
Gone Forever
During our life
People dear to us,
Family, friends,
Are gone,
Forever.

Each deceased makes,
Our heart to bleed,
Our soul to suffer,
And our life to suffocate,
Slowly.

In a secluded part
Of our mind,
we save our memories
About these people,
Who once were.
  
Hans Bruun-Jensen February 2022
Chantelle
Alive you gave us much joy.
You were a lovely and beautiful dog,
And now that you have died,
We have only the memories left.
We miss you for all you were.
 
You were our friend,
A devoted companion,
And a loving and cuddly dog.
You always stayed by our side.
And loved that we petted you.

You were a happy dog that liked to talk.
Whenever you were excited about something,
Your persisting barking sounded.
At times it was too much,
But today we miss it.

We enjoyed many walks together.
We have walked along the seaside,
Through the forest in all seasons,
And in open landscapes with wide views.
Walks without you will never be the same.

Your eyes were slightly slanting,
And they were brown and gentle,
You always looked at us very attentively.
With age, your eyes became blurred,
But you were still our happy dog.

In your prime you looked grand.
You had a profuse coat,
An upright attitude,
And an erected head.
You were a dog that people admired.

You had a trace of a shepherd dog,
Pinched our guests to return,
Followed them to the restroom,
And laid down to guard the door.
You became anxious when guests were leaving.
 
You could eat all day long,
And food was your main concern.
No wonder that your favourite place
Was on the rug at the kitchen,
Where you could overlook the activity.
   
When your time came to say farewell,
You laid down, on your favourite rug.
You fell into a deep, unconscious sleep,
And our last deed for you was,
To help you painlessly to leave this world.

Afterwards, your rug became unusable,
And we needed to replace it.
We put the new one at the old one’s place,
We call the rug Chantelle’s rug,
And the place at the kitchen Chantelle’s place.
 
We have had collies for many years,
But everything has its time,
And with you an era has ended.
Thus, our last farewell to you,
Was our farewell to a life with dogs.

Hans Bruun-Jensen March 2023
Our Dogs
We have lost our dog,
She has gone forever.

For fifty-four years
We have had dogs,
Six all together,
All collies.
Their names were:
Puk, Kiki, Sheila,
Lunja, Lushi and Chantelle.
We have sent them all,
To join each other,
On the eternal hunting grounds.
It has been tough,
And mentally difficult,
To take them on their last trip,
To the veterinarian,
For ending their lives.
We are now old,
Too old for another dog.
We have only the memories left,
Of a life with dogs.
We have loved our dogs,
As dogs,
Man's best friend.
Our dogs have had,
Their own personality,
But they all had in common,
They were faithful,
Devoted,
Compassionate,
Always happy and playful.
With the passing of each dog,
We have lost a small part of ourselves.

Our life has changed.
An era is over.
   
Hans Bruun-Jensen April 2023
Being Old
Being old is when,
Hopes fade,
Dreams become memories,
Future becomes present,
Life becomes elusive.  
 
Hans Bruun-Jensen February 2022
A Serious Diagnosis
Shock:
Like a star in the universe,
Absorbed in a black hole,
We, one dark day in our life,
Were absorbed in a void,
Stunned as we were.
 
Medical examination:
A serious health problem,
Changed the focus of our life.
You, my beloved life partner,
Have a feared disease.
Cancer, devil’s work.

Fear:
Should it turn out fatal,
There would be no life,
For anyone of us.
For you, it would be the end,
For me, life would be unbearable.

Hope:
You miss some tests,
And we say a quiet prayer,
That providence will be with us.
To let us return,
To the life we had.

Fight:
If providence fails,
We stand together,
And, together we will fight,
To overcome the cancer,
To regain our life.

Final verdict:
We got the best news of all,
The cancer has not spread.
We felt a strong relief.
Our anxiety vanished.
We feel like reborn.
  
Faith:
None of us have a god.
Yet, deep in our soul,
In an existential crisis,
Maybe there is one.
One who reaches out to us.

Epilogue:
This experience has made you strong.
You did shed a few tears,
Tears of strain and tears of relief,
But that is not weakness.
I am proud of your strength.

Hans Bruun-Jensen March 2024
Cremation
When my life has come to an end,
I wish my body to be cremated.

Imagine a ceremonial cremation.  
Lying on a pyre,
Embraced by the flames.
Your body and soul are set free,
Into the sky into eternity.
A crowd of people,
Family, friends, other people
Gathered around.

However,
That is not possible.
Modern society
Builds cremation plants,
Centralized and pollution free,
Highly efficient furnaces,
With big capacity,
Far from your place.

After the funeral service,
Your body is transported
Across the country
To the central crematory.
You are lying all alone
In the cremation oven.
Your body and soul
Caught in the pollution filter.

If you believe, death is the end,
What do you care.

Hans Bruun-Jensen, April 2025
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