oskar hansen


oskar hansen Poems

81. A Night To Remember 12/16/2008
82. A None Writing Day 8/3/2015
83. A Note For You 11/17/2014
84. A Pair Of Brown Shoes 10/28/2014
85. A Pair Of Senryu 8/9/2011
86. A Pair Of Shoes 1/15/2014
87. A Pavement Cafe 10/4/2011
88. A Perfect Painting 2/22/2012
89. A Pessimistic View From A Balcony In Paris 10/21/2010
90. A Phone Call 1/21/2010
91. A Picture On A Café Wall 1/28/2012
92. A Pint Of Bitter...For Sure 6/18/2012
93. A Pleasure Remembered 6/18/2014
94. A Poem 10/21/2009
95. A Portrait Of Emptiness 1/28/2016
96. A Prince Is Born 7/24/2013
97. A Question 12/24/2015
98. A Quickie In The Kitchen 10/26/2015
99. A Rant 12/10/2012
100. A Rat 6/8/2015
101. A Reflective Moment 8/3/2015
102. A Reminder 8/20/2012
103. A Sad Affair In India 1/22/2013
104. A Sea Bird 3/4/2016
105. A Sea Dirge 3/16/2013
106. A Shadorma Poem 1/6/2012
107. A Shanty 5/4/2009
108. A Sigh (Tanka) 9/7/2009
109. A Slum Outside Paris 8/15/2015
110. A Sonnet (San Suu Kyu) 8/11/2009
111. A Stone Wall -new- 4/27/2016
112. A Story Of The Unsung 3/26/2013
113. A Sudden Second Sight 7/11/2013
114. A Summer 4/24/2012
115. A Summer Night 7/19/2009
116. A Summer Remembered 7/16/2015
117. A Tale Never Told 10/19/2011
118. A Tin Of Sardines 7/27/2010
119. A Tough Cookie 3/17/2015
120. A Truely Norwegian Poem 5/18/2009
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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After The Wedding

After a Wedding


After the wedding when the happy couple
stood on the old church steps to have their
picture taken and a throng of people where
jousting to be in the frame too, I walked
around in the church and found in a corner
a white but dusty marble Virgin Mary.

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