Hans Ostrom

Silver Star - 3,104 Points (1954 / California)

Hans Ostrom Poems

1. Back Lot, Paramount Studios 10/12/2007
2. Spiders' Migration 10/15/2007
3. Instrument Of Good Works #59 10/19/2007
4. On Finally Understanding The Notion Of A Happy Hunting Ground 10/19/2007
5. Sigmund Freud And Babe Ruth In Heaven 10/19/2007
6. Hands Of The Wind 10/19/2007
7. Social Security: An Introduction 10/23/2007
8. Prayer In Twelve Words 10/23/2007
9. Sonnet Written Out Of A Lifelong Envy For Romeo As Played By Leonard Whiting 10/23/2007
10. First Place 10/24/2007
11. Remodeling A House 10/24/2007
12. Weaponry Quatrain 10/24/2007
13. Skylights 10/24/2007
14. Pledge 10/24/2007
15. Story Problems 10/24/2007
16. Permission To Treat The Witness As Hostile 10/24/2007
17. You And This War 11/1/2007
18. Padre, Noonday 11/1/2007
19. Sonnet For An Actress 11/2/2007
20. Island Fever 11/2/2007
21. Mist, Earthquake, Grace 10/30/2007
22. Xanadu-Suburbia 11/2/2007
23. Units: An Introduction 11/2/2007
24. The Collector 11/4/2007
25. Friendco 11/4/2007
26. Official Correspondence 11/4/2007
27. Homage To Emily Dickinson 11/4/2007
28. Bears Waking 11/4/2007
29. Homage To Borges 11/4/2007
30. The Matter Of The Milky Way 11/4/2007
31. Little Lyric 11/4/2007
32. Fire Trucks,11: 03 P.M. 11/4/2007
33. Psychic Windows Washed 11/4/2007
34. Expect Delays 11/4/2007
35. Variations On A Nursery Rhyme 11/4/2007
36. Mistakes 11/4/2007
37. Hiram Goes To Café Fear 11/4/2007
38. Terribly Important 11/4/2007
39. Tourist 11/4/2007
40. Doing Another Kind Of Math 11/4/2007
Best Poem of Hans Ostrom

Langston Hughes

In a wilderness of reasons
not to write, he wrote. Just wrote.
Each word was the belief
in the possibility of the next.
He kept it going.

Mostly his days and words talk
quietly, though he could rant and rage.
Mention is what his voices usually do
in a world of self-convinced noise.

Truth mentioned is a sweet brass
note you’ll never forget. Writing,
Langston showed writing to be
an unashamed act, one of the few
in a shameful, shaming world. Words

grin. Words reside. Words throw
a meal together for unexpected friends,
make a garden...

Read the full of Langston Hughes

Sea Monster

I drift beneath a grammar of sharply etched shapes
and clear contrasts. Eddies dance as if to mock
my dumb back as I pass under a cove’s calm surface.
Sometimes a seabird’s shriek thuds through thick
water. I feel forever dark weight of water.
It’s as present to me as my own body as I push
through it with ridiculous flippers. One day I will
just stop and dropp to ancient mud;
clouds of mud will mushroom out about me, swirl,

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