Hans Ostrom

Silver Star - 3,040 Points (1954 / California)

Hans Ostrom Poems

241. Smug Shadow 9/27/2017
242. Kildeer 9/27/2017
243. Ballad Of Mr. Who 9/29/2017
244. It's 1954 And Emmett Kelly Remembers 9/29/2017
245. Jambing Jam Jive 10/2/2017
246. The Vast Hall 10/2/2017
247. Phantom Blues 10/4/2017
248. Let The Maul Fall 10/4/2017
249. Things I Heard Last Wednesday -new- 10/9/2017
250. Italian Coffee Pot -new- 10/13/2017
251. For The Birds -new- 10/13/2017
252. Polite Society Versus The Woods [translation Of A Swedish Poem By Geijer] -new- 10/13/2017
253. Horizon -new- 10/13/2017
254. Rational Dreamer -new- 10/18/2017
255. Cookbook Unrest -new- 10/18/2017
256. Duke, Again -new- 10/18/2017
257. Somber Hombre 2/18/2015
258. The Lawn Walker 2/20/2015
259. In Dark Vegetation 2/25/2015
260. Palette 2/25/2015
261. 'Beautiful In Spring' 2/16/2015
262. To The Band With One Hit 2/9/2014
263. Impression, Sunrise 10/19/2007
264. Homage To Rex Stout And Georges Simenon 10/24/2007
265. Notes In Five Paragraphs On How To Write An Essay 2/17/2009
266. Basketball 5/6/2009
267. Employee 1/19/2009
268. Daphne 7/14/2008
269. Snow And Hawk 11/18/2007
270. Invasion And Birds 11/9/2007
271. Location, Location 11/5/2007
272. Frustration Station 11/5/2007
273. Zen Ambulance 11/2/2007
274. Gävle, Sweden 11/2/2007
275. Just Between You And Me 10/24/2007
276. Apertures 10/30/2007
277. Consumocracy Blues 9/20/2013
278. The Superb Owl 2/9/2015
279. 'Please Rate Your User Experience' 3/23/2015
280. Chocolate 5/19/2009
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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A Hod-Carrier Reflects

Stone walls get the last word.
This wall, my father built. He’s dead.
It stands. He hefted each rock, troweled
mortar, composed High-Sierra granite,
quartz, diorite, mariposite, slate. Made
the thing true, good, pleasing, and useful.

I mixed and wheeled the gray “mud, ”
cleaned tools and rocks, etched

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