Hans Ostrom

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

Hans Ostrom Poems

81. Ballad: Love Not In Demand 10/29/2009
82. Epistemology: A Poem 10/31/2009
83. Stephen Spender 10/12/2007
84. Jean Toomer 10/12/2007
85. Orientation-Meeting In The Afterlife 10/12/2007
86. Mortal Devotion 10/19/2007
87. A Bar At The Folies-Bergère 11/1/2007
88. First Scrutiny 11/4/2007
89. Eligible 11/4/2007
90. Broken Airport 9/20/2013
91. The Back-And-Forth 9/20/2013
92. Gothic Fog 9/21/2013
93. Fever 9/21/2013
94. I Have Seen 2/8/2014
95. Grave-Digging 2/8/2014
96. At Lake Polyester 2/8/2014
97. Including Styrofoam, Rocket, And Blender 2/8/2014
98. A Day, A Season 2/8/2014
99. Pecking Disorder 4/21/2014
100. Weak Days 5/16/2014
101. City Of Things 5/16/2014
102. Algebra 5/16/2014
103. Word Hospital 5/18/2014
104. 1970s Spasm 5/18/2014
105. 'Sydney Greenstreet's Younger Days' 5/18/2014
106. Impertinence 5/18/2014
107. Poe 5/18/2014
108. Something That Refrains 5/19/2014
109. Bread And Bus 5/19/2014
110. Winter Nocturne 5/21/2014
111. Date Palms In San Diego 9/7/2014
112. Recent Musical Scores 11/3/2014
113. Hiram Speaks Of The Alleged Ghost 2/9/2015
114. Pandora Protests Just Enough 2/9/2015
115. The Pascaline 2/11/2015
116. Education 2/12/2015
117. Our Tune Is Changing 3/9/2015
118. Likenesses Of Slave-Owners 3/11/2015
119. 'Welcome To I Don'T Know: Population- More Than A Few 3/11/2015
120. Plenty Of Enough 3/13/2015

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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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