Hans Ostrom

Bronze Star - 2,595 Points (1954 / California)

Hans Ostrom Poems

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

I robin tip
my body forward
on an axis
when I hop-walk.
I robin stand
up tall after
I stop. I
robin turn my
head to listen

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