Hans Ostrom

Silver Star - 3,699 Points (1954 / California)

Hans Ostrom Poems

321. Murder-Mystery Poem 4/11/2008
322. Feeling Bad? Try Thinking About Sex 3/23/2015
323. Quiet Whiteness 10/13/2017
324. Of The Socks 2/12/2015
325. Oyster Shells 8/14/2017
326. Schooling 2/10/2017
327. Sex 9/17/2008
328. Love Poem: The Cherubs, The Harbors 11/1/2007
329. Morphine 11/18/2007
330. Cashier, Hardware Store 11/4/2007
331. Read And See 12/7/2017
332. White Ants 3/25/2015
333. Waking To Baking 11/20/2017
334. For Cafeteria Workers 2/5/2009
335. Door Poem 9/21/2009
336. Democracy Today 8/20/2008
337. April Primary 11/18/2007
338. Homeless Citizens In A Library 11/4/2007
339. High School Football 10/19/2007
340. Consumocracy 11/5/2007
341. Theology And Banking 10/23/2007
342. Alleys 11/9/2007
343. Sestina: The Game Of Baseball 10/23/2007
344. A Photograph Of The Day-Shift: North Star Mine,20 June 1938 10/23/2007
345. Fossil Of A Wing 10/19/2007
346. A Hod-Carrier Reflects 10/19/2007
347. And Now, Whether 10/12/2007
348. How To Be A Cat 5/29/2008
349. For Librarians 2/18/2008
350. Langston Hughes And Barack Obama 1/20/2009
351. How To Write A Poem: A Poem 5/11/2009
352. Langston Hughes 10/19/2007

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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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