oskar hansen

oskar hansen Poems

41. A Dog Called America 9/13/2013
42. A Dog For Sale 8/27/2013
43. A Dream Called Israel 6/19/2015
44. A Fable 1/15/2011
45. A Farming Couple 8/17/2015
46. A Female Pedophiliac 7/3/2012
47. A Fine Film Of Sadness 5/16/2010
48. A French Visit 8/28/2012
49. A Friend In Need 4/19/2013
50. A Glass Of Wine 3/10/2013
51. A Horse Story 6/22/2015
52. A Housewife In Alexandria 10/20/2009
53. A Kinda Love Story 2/25/2011
54. A Lady Unknown 4/28/2013
55. A Lady´s Handbag 7/12/2013
56. A Landscape 12/11/2008
57. A Leonine Moment 9/1/2014
58. A Letter Sent 7/25/2013
59. A Life-Time 7/8/2015
60. A Literary Magazine 8/18/2015
61. A Literary Magazine Of The American Type 8/18/2015
62. A Litre Of Wine 11/24/2008
63. A Little Sardine 11/29/2015
64. A Look Ahead 8/13/2013
65. A Love Story 11/14/2010
66. A Love Story 1 1/18/2016
67. A Love Story Too 3/17/2014
68. A Love Story? 11/27/2010
69. A Man Called Anders 8/2/2011
70. A Man's Alexandria 10/24/2009
71. A Marine Story 11/25/2013
72. A Modest Table 1/20/2011
73. A Moment In Time 10/13/2011
74. A Moment To Remember 6/29/2010
75. A Naruto 11/3/2010
76. A New Love 8/5/2015
77. A Nice Middle Class Family 2/20/2009
78. A Nice View 8/26/2013
79. A Night To Remember 12/16/2008
80. A None Writing Day 8/3/2015
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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Fig Tree Very Lovely

Fig Tree very lovely

The fig tree in winters Is an eight armed skeleton
beyond help and no doctor nice will help this
because the tree is ugly and shudders when touched.
In the spring, the fig tree has none eloquent leaves never quite green and
never quite sepia. In the fall, it is the sweetest of all fought over by man and birds.
When its fruit has is picked it is an unloved tree again

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