Oskar Hansen


Oskar Hansen Poems

1721. War And Peace 5/19/2015
1722. War By Proxy 4/12/2011
1723. War Without Border 1/29/2014
1724. Warming Of Our Planet -new- 9/14/2016
1725. Was It Arizona 5/9/2016
1726. Washing Machine 12/15/2014
1727. Washing Machine 1 12/15/2014
1728. Water Bill 8/21/2016
1729. Water Everywhere 3/18/2016
1730. Water Mermaids 5/3/2016
1731. Water Shortage 3/1/2013
1732. Waterloo 6/26/2015
1733. Waters Way 1/20/2015
1734. Watershed 7/15/2015
1735. Watery Tanka 3/4/2013
1736. We The Stupid 6/9/2016
1737. Weather Forecast 1/9/2014
1738. Wedding In Paris 5/28/2012
1739. Welcome Onboard 10/27/2011
1740. Wentertainment 7/29/2009
1741. Western Movies 3/26/2016
1742. Whales 6/19/2012
1743. What Angles Know 6/3/2009
1744. What Heppened To Laughter? 10/14/2010
1745. What Remains 11/14/2015
1746. What Stones Tell 5/13/2010
1747. What The Poet Wrote 6/30/2010
1748. What The Priest Said 1/28/2010
1749. What Was It All About, Alfie 8/11/2016
1750. What's In A Name 1/20/2012
1751. When Autumn Begins 9/2/2011
1752. When Bordello Was Fun 7/20/2016
1753. When Bordello Was Fun 2 7/20/2016
1754. When I Met My Father 9/5/2011
1755. When I Met Sir Cliff 3/3/2011
1756. When News Was Easy 7/6/2015
1757. When The Dead Awakens 1/5/2016
1758. When The Great Errs 5/16/2011
1759. When The Running Stops 4/8/2010
1760. Where Is Alex 8/3/2010
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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