Oskar Hansen

Oskar Hansen Poems

81. A Modest Table 1/20/2011
82. A Moment In Time 10/13/2011
83. A Moment To Remember 6/29/2010
84. A Moral Sonnet 1 7/16/2016
85. A Moral Sonnet 11 7/16/2016
86. A Naruto 11/3/2010
87. A New Love 8/5/2015
88. A Nice Middle Class Family 2/20/2009
89. A Nice View 8/26/2013
90. A Night To Remember 12/16/2008
91. A None Writing Day 8/3/2015
92. A Note For You 11/17/2014
93. A Pair Of Brown Shoes 10/28/2014
94. A Pair Of Senryu 8/9/2011
95. A Pair Of Shoes 1/15/2014
96. A Pavement Cafe 10/4/2011
97. A Perfect Painting 2/22/2012
98. A Pessimistic View From A Balcony In Paris 10/21/2010
99. A Phone Call 1/21/2010
100. A Picture On A Café Wall 1/28/2012
101. A Pint Of Bitter...For Sure 6/18/2012
102. A Pleasure Remembered 6/18/2014
103. A Poem 10/21/2009
104. A Poet Is Amused 5/25/2016
105. A Poets Dilemma 1 7/15/2016
106. A Portrait Of Emptiness 1/28/2016
107. A Prince Is Born 7/24/2013
108. A Pugilist And A Whistleblower 6/21/2016
109. A Question 12/24/2015
110. A Quickie In The Kitchen 10/26/2015
111. A Rant 12/10/2012
112. A Rat 6/8/2015
113. A Reflective Moment 8/3/2015
114. A Reminder 8/20/2012
115. A Sad Affair In India 1/22/2013
116. A Sea Bird 3/4/2016
117. A Sea Dirge 3/16/2013
118. A Shadorma Poem 1/6/2012
119. A Shanty 5/4/2009
120. A Sigh (Tanka) 9/7/2009
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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The Blue Boat

The Blue Boat

When winter rain falls
The lake in the vale fills up
Clear as a child’s tear
Where a blue rowing boat floats
Whishing it were a schooner

When the wind blows
You can if you try see masts
And its boastful sails
As it crosses vast expanses
Of dreams and secret longings

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