….And Sweet was My Love
I had met her in the town where I went to school,
about an hour train ride from my town. She was
...
A Cairo Rose
Lily white was his shirt
A red rose sprung from his chest,
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…And It Was Her Summer
“Go back to the children’s home, she said I have no work and
...
There had been much rain in the upland and the river ran
full and strong, so forceful that a pillar, on the old bridge,
broke off and half of it fell down.
Misty night when a bus crossed the bridge, plunged down
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Celebrated Accident
Beautiful rainbow over the valley
I saw a man climb up its bow only
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A Christmas Remembered
Day before Christmas it was cold and we walked down
to the harbour to buy a tree and I remember the sea
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A Beautiful Song. (Ink Spots)
“I don’t want to set the world on fire” what a lovely song.
But I’m disturbed by sparrows, sit in my orange tree and
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Meat is Meat (a christmas tale)
Santa came running up the road his coat was open
exposing a hairy belly, arms full of parcels, asked
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4 Haiku for the spirit
To fly far away
Let clouds absorb unhappiness
...
I remember tiny things picking up a burnt match
from a floor wondering who threw it there.
A May day in St. Malo, I saw an old man crying
streaks of tears down rumpled chin.
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Haiku
September drizzle
Sombre green olive trees weep
Dripping foliage
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“25th of December
It’s been raining for days, fine drizzle not caused by tempest but
by a mild depression, liquid silk that gives soil time to soak it up
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A Cairo Street
The crack of a rifle shot a man fell to ground,
instantly dead, whatever he was thinking of was
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3%
My shirt is torn I’m bloodied by thorns of anger. The bushes by the narrow track
are almost covering It, I tried to fight my way trough, the maze but lost. I have to
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...And Sweet Was My Love
….And Sweet was My Love
I had met her in the town where I went to school,
about an hour train ride from my town. She was
very sweet and I had met her parents they lived in
a big house that had a bathroom, a novelty for me,
mind I used the public baths near my home.
A Saturday she came to visit my mother, who
didn’t say much, it was like she was feeling shy,
and didn’t offer us anything to eat, my girlfriend
and I went to the movie and when we came back
mother had gone to bed and left us to it.
I had to tell my girl that the sofa we sat on, was
my bed and that I used a sleeping bag; however
we had a spare woolly blanket, I put it over us
to keep warm. Side by side, if not by Sondheim,
we cuddled and fell youthfully asleep.
We awoke early I took her down to the railway
station so she could use its facilities, we also
breakfasted there, in silence, I had realised how
poor I was, she was shocked and wanted to go
home, and thus, forlornly a love affair ended.
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I loved the simplicity of this poem, almost dreamlike, very sweet. Kind regards Ann. I have had a problem submitting this comment, your page kept blanking out, so if it shows up more than once my apologies.
I do like your poems, my dear.It would be interesting to me to read poems of yours in portugues.Lately I finished reading Οdisseia, traduçao de Frederico Lourenco.
On behalf of all fellow poets, PH Family and our Mahakul family we offer a title of honour to poet Oskar Hansen as, Adorable Voice. From today on wards he will be known as Adorable Voice Oskar Hansen. We hope all poets and visitors will accept this. We congratulate poet for having this honorary title and we are wishing him all the best for his future perseverance. His contribution to literature is valuable.
You like very much to submit wthout getting responses. I wished it the other way. Thank you for sharing
The SAME COMMENT as the previous one. Thank you for sharing, Sir!
Such a greatest pity, we cannot give your magnificent poem a comment, how very sad for us! But CLEAR SIGHT is a clearest sigh indeed
CONGRATULATIONS being chosen as The Member Poe Of The Day!
So very pity, there is no space to leave my comments for this Member Poem Of The Day The Transferable Tourist On Thursday 26 August 2021
A dirge He was not for me He was not for you. Stillness. We miss his absence.
Adorable Voice Oskar Hansen, you have got this Title of Honour by Master Poet Kumarmani Mahakul Sir, Oskar sympathetic Great Poet. Just learned to know you through your poems, you are most adorable now! A loving husband and very caring, though spoken in short words, but in the end we can read his caring love attitude for his beloved wife. Most Respect from my side. God's Blessings in Abundance for thee and thy wife.