Oskar Hansen


Oskar Hansen Poems

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