oskar hansen


oskar hansen Poems

81. A Note For You 11/17/2014
82. A Pair Of Brown Shoes 10/28/2014
83. A Pair Of Senryu 8/9/2011
84. A Pair Of Shoes 1/15/2014
85. A Pavement Cafe 10/4/2011
86. A Perfect Painting 2/22/2012
87. A Pessimistic View From A Balcony In Paris 10/21/2010
88. A Phone Call 1/21/2010
89. A Picture On A Café Wall 1/28/2012
90. A Pint Of Bitter...For Sure 6/18/2012
91. A Pleasure Remembered 6/18/2014
92. A Poem 10/21/2009
93. A Portrait Of Emptiness 1/28/2016
94. A Prince Is Born 7/24/2013
95. A Question 12/24/2015
96. A Quickie In The Kitchen 10/26/2015
97. A Rant 12/10/2012
98. A Rat 6/8/2015
99. A Reflective Moment 8/3/2015
100. A Reminder 8/20/2012
101. A Sad Affair In India 1/22/2013
102. A Sea Dirge 3/16/2013
103. A Shadorma Poem 1/6/2012
104. A Shanty 5/4/2009
105. A Sigh (Tanka) 9/7/2009
106. A Slum Outside Paris 8/15/2015
107. A Sonnet (San Suu Kyu) 8/11/2009
108. A Story Of The Unsung 3/26/2013
109. A Sudden Second Sight 7/11/2013
110. A Summer 4/24/2012
111. A Summer Night 7/19/2009
112. A Summer Remembered 7/16/2015
113. A Tale Never Told 10/19/2011
114. A Tin Of Sardines 7/27/2010
115. A Tough Cookie 3/17/2015
116. A Truely Norwegian Poem 5/18/2009
117. A Tv Star 10/14/2012
118. A Verse For You 9/26/2011
119. A Verse Of Sexual Nature 12/19/2010
120. A Village 7/16/2009
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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A Cigarette

A Cigarette


Dawn, yes and the mist, what else do you
expect on lake Martin early and summer?
Swamp cypress dripping with Spanish moss.
I have stopped rowing, water swirling around
Oar blades, the silence is absolute I dare not
Inhale, a bird shrieks, the lake shudders

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