Biography of Dan Hanosh
Dan Hanosh Poems
The World Outside My Window
Through the trees, opaque billowy pillows, splash on an azure canvas, sailing furiously, beyond my view.
My Ghost, The Writer
I move my pen across the parchment, sometimes with such precise strokes, proceeding without
A dark gloomy scene fills my window pane a cool breeze blows suggesting rain
Loved From Afar
The time was not right, is it ever, you had your life, I had mine, infatuation, maybe, maybe love.
How Did This Happen?
That fateful day in September, fear surfaced For a nation, once again.
I’ve been lucky to have lived two lives, one for money and the other for me.
Can Words Be Lonely As A Place
The revolving strobe of the lighthouse dances brightly against the rocky coast and out of the salty surf rises the rough rigid rocks from beneath the waters
her silken fibers worn by the wind and rain cling to her feeble shoulders a painted facial tautness grainy as parchment screams for the sun’s sweet rays her smile beams brightly clover among
And Calmness Comes
Bombarded by worries of money and time maybe my dream needs to be put on hold
fills my senses browns, oranges, yellows meld into the sky, a back dropp for this
Caught In A Breeze
Grains of sand, sift, through my fingers,
Live Free And Dream
Nothing matters when happiness alludes not the environment not peace not family not
Many years have past since I’d been a gung-ho youth of fourteen Vietnam had been a child-like fantasy of glory and honor cradling me proudly
Today, I sit, trying to come up with something unique,
Many years have past since
I’d been a gung-ho youth of fourteen
Vietnam had been a child-like fantasy of
glory and honor cradling me proudly
almost daily I sat transfixed to
nightly news reports and the body counts
of the fallen soldiers never did
I think of war as hell