oskar hansen

oskar hansen Poems

1. The Master -new- 11/27/2015
2. The Master Of The World -new- 11/27/2015
3. The Last Hospital Stay -new- 11/24/2015
4. Leaves Of Fallen Words -new- 11/25/2015
5. World War 3 -new- 11/26/2015
6. Lady In Red 11/3/2015
7. Bagatelle 11/6/2015
8. Adjourned 11/7/2015
9. A Cloud`s Romance 11/10/2015
10. The Last Viking 11/11/2015
11. A Buss Ride -new- 11/13/2015
12. What Remains -new- 11/14/2015
13. Retired Sea Master 3/11/2015
14. To See Or Not To See 3/13/2015
15. Instant Memory 3/14/2015
16. To Prefer Life 3/15/2015
17. Dignified Doorman 3/16/2015
18. The Beer Drinker 3/8/2015
19. Paris By Night -new- 11/17/2015
20. Some Doomsday -new- 11/18/2015
21. Angela Merkel 7/20/2015
22. Angela Merkel No One 7/20/2015
23. Sparrows Like Us 7/21/2015
24. Over Fifty 7/22/2015
25. The Last Convict 7/23/2015
26. Summer In Finland 7/24/2015
27. Love Sonnet 7/25/2015
28. As Days Cool 7/25/2015
29. Love Is Odd 7/31/2015
30. Forgotten Lives 8/1/2015
31. End Of Democracy 8/2/2015
32. A None Writing Day 8/3/2015
33. A Reflective Moment 8/3/2015
34. The Bus Trip 8/4/2015
35. A New Love 8/5/2015
36. Phobic Condition 8/6/2015
37. The Newest Senryu 8/7/2015
38. Tanka Of The Newest Sort 8/8/2015
39. Tanka And Senryu Of The Newest Kind 8/10/2015
40. The Sin 8/11/2015
Best Poem of oskar hansen

...And It Was Her Summer

…And It Was Her Summer

“Go back to the children’s home, she said I have no work and
can’t afford to keep you” Late June afternoon she sat on a bench
with a man I didn’t know. The man smiled I didn’t like him, but
took the coins he gave me to buy an ice –cream for; I was still
hanging about so mother got up and slapped me across the face.
”Get lost you stupid boy! ” My face was burning I threw the coins
into the lake and ran away. When I stopped running it was night
and I could see sheep in a field, I was tired and cold, thought of
seeking shelter in a...

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Idle Hands

Idle Hands
I’m looking at a screen with blue edges,
The screen is not so white it has millions
dots of black hidden I the vast whiteness
I try to write down words or two,
let them fly and find their own way, but there
is nothingness that has a past or future
Before when writing in thee night I had a beer
or two to help push me forward, draw an

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