Hans Ostrom

Silver Star - 3,834 Points (1954 / California)

Hans Ostrom Poems

321. El Greco's 'Christ On The Cross' 5/11/2009
322. Sea Monster 10/19/2007
323. Memory Unit 2/16/2015
324. Fingernails 11/11/2007
325. Murder-Mystery Poem 4/11/2008
326. Feeling Bad? Try Thinking About Sex 3/23/2015
327. Of The Socks 2/12/2015
328. White Ants 3/25/2015
329. Quiet Whiteness 10/13/2017
330. Read And See 12/7/2017
331. Waking To Baking 11/20/2017
332. Oyster Shells 8/14/2017
333. Sex 9/17/2008
334. Love Poem: The Cherubs, The Harbors 11/1/2007
335. Morphine 11/18/2007
336. Cashier, Hardware Store 11/4/2007
337. For Cafeteria Workers 2/5/2009
338. Door Poem 9/21/2009
339. Democracy Today 8/20/2008
340. April Primary 11/18/2007
341. Homeless Citizens In A Library 11/4/2007
342. High School Football 10/19/2007
343. Consumocracy 11/5/2007
344. Theology And Banking 10/23/2007
345. Alleys 11/9/2007
346. Sestina: The Game Of Baseball 10/23/2007
347. A Photograph Of The Day-Shift: North Star Mine,20 June 1938 10/23/2007
348. Fossil Of A Wing 10/19/2007
349. A Hod-Carrier Reflects 10/19/2007
350. Hello, Gray Salamander 3/17/2018
351. And Now, Whether 10/12/2007
352. For Librarians 2/18/2008
353. How To Be A Cat 5/29/2008
354. Langston Hughes And Barack Obama 1/20/2009
355. How To Write A Poem: A Poem 5/11/2009
356. Langston Hughes 10/19/2007

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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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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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