Hans Ostrom

Bronze Star - 2,654 Points (1954 / California)

Hans Ostrom Poems

281. White Ants 3/25/2015
282. Schooling 2/10/2017
283. Oyster Shells -new- 8/14/2017
284. Sex 9/17/2008
285. Love Poem: The Cherubs, The Harbors 11/1/2007
286. Morphine 11/18/2007
287. Cashier, Hardware Store 11/4/2007
288. For Cafeteria Workers 2/5/2009
289. Door Poem 9/21/2009
290. Democracy Today 8/20/2008
291. April Primary 11/18/2007
292. Homeless Citizens In A Library 11/4/2007
293. High School Football 10/19/2007
294. Consumocracy 11/5/2007
295. Theology And Banking 10/23/2007
296. Alleys 11/9/2007
297. Sestina: The Game Of Baseball 10/23/2007
298. A Photograph Of The Day-Shift: North Star Mine,20 June 1938 10/23/2007
299. Fossil Of A Wing 10/19/2007
300. A Hod-Carrier Reflects 10/19/2007
301. And Now, Whether 10/12/2007
302. How To Be A Cat 5/29/2008
303. For Librarians 2/18/2008
304. Langston Hughes And Barack Obama 1/20/2009
305. How To Write A Poem: A Poem 5/11/2009
306. Langston Hughes 10/19/2007
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...

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Hands Of The Wind

Inside a pyramid, its reason:
A former king parched like a leaf
And now impervious to grief,
Bacilli, and a shift of season.

Dust of a million builders’ bones
Informs the wind with grit, lingers,
Then scrapes with unbelieving fingers
Familiar blocks of hand-hewn stone.

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