oskar hansen


oskar hansen Poems

761. Outcast 2 5/24/2012
762. Overwelmed 6/7/2010
763. Palm Sunday 4/5/2010
764. Paradise Lost 3/31/2009
765. Parisians 4/22/2015
766. Parody Song 7/30/2012
767. Passchendale 2/2/2014
768. Patriotism 12/17/2010
769. Peaceful Beginnings 6/17/2009
770. Peacemaker 6/16/2009
771. Pegasus 11/12/2013
772. Pensioners 6/11/2012
773. Penultimate Day 12/30/2011
774. Peoples Bible 8/17/2013
775. Perfect Blush 5/15/2014
776. Persecution Complex 6/24/2011
777. Pets 9/14/2012
778. Philosomite 11/15/2014
779. Phobia 11/13/2011
780. Pig Farming 1/29/2009
781. Pigeons 7/12/2011
782. Ploughed Fields 12/15/2010
783. Poet Without A Pen 3/30/2011
784. Poetry By Numbers 11/5/2014
785. Poetry Collections By Jan Oskar Hansen 11/16/2011
786. Poetry Readfing Sonnet 4/9/2015
787. Poet's Tree 1/14/2009
788. Poet's Tree (Rewritten) 1/15/2009
789. Porto He Said 2/24/2015
790. Portugal 9/4/2013
791. Portugal In May 5/6/2012
792. Portugal In September 9/27/2011
793. Posh Avenue 9/17/2014
794. Posh Poetry 1/4/2013
795. Pre Beatle Fame 2/13/2014
796. Pre Spring 1/26/2010
797. Precious 10/12/2014
798. Prevarication 9/5/2013
799. Prima Vera (Spring) 3/23/2012
800. Privatization Of Terror 4/24/2013
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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The Sea

The Sea.

I was an orphan lost on the vast plateau
of land till I came to the coast and saw
the sea wench all beginnings sprang;

yet I swim close to shore where the sea
is clear and has no dark, mysterious spots,
she is a greedy mother her love is total;

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