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Oskar Hansen
Oskar Hansen Poems
| 1. | Time For Forgetfullness -new- | 7/29/2017 |
| 2. | Nature | 5/11/2016 |
| 3. | Sebastopol | 5/12/2016 |
| 4. | The Escapees | 5/13/2016 |
| 5. | Blood On The Carpet | 5/13/2016 |
| 6. | The Clowns | 5/14/2016 |
| 7. | Clowning | 5/14/2016 |
| 8. | Motorbike | 3/31/2015 |
| 9. | Hatred Of The Dispossessed | 4/3/2015 |
| 10. | The Author | 4/5/2015 |
| 11. | The Money Note | 4/6/2015 |
| 12. | Published Poet | 4/7/2015 |
| 13. | Costa Rica | 4/8/2015 |
| 14. | Lonely Christmas | 4/9/2015 |
| 15. | Poetry Readfing Sonnet | 4/9/2015 |
| 16. | Lack Of Tolerance | 4/10/2015 |
| 17. | The Ocean | 4/13/2015 |
| 18. | Out For Lunch | 4/14/2015 |
| 19. | Spring Sonnet | 4/15/2015 |
| 20. | Meandering In Piraeus | 4/16/2015 |
| 21. | Recorder | 4/16/2015 |
| 22. | Athens | 4/17/2015 |
| 23. | The Race Thing | 4/17/2015 |
| 24. | Loving Feeling | 4/18/2015 |
| 25. | Beauty The Sight | 4/20/2015 |
| 26. | Parisians | 4/22/2015 |
| 27. | Mice | 4/23/2015 |
| 28. | Dream Rreality | 4/24/2015 |
| 29. | Moonwalk | 4/25/2015 |
| 30. | The Friend | 4/26/2015 |
| 31. | Nepal | 4/27/2015 |
| 32. | Singers | 4/28/2015 |
| 33. | Small Things | 4/29/2015 |
| 34. | Black-Winged Bird | 5/6/2015 |
| 35. | The Sky | 5/9/2015 |
| 36. | The Man Who Hates Israel | 5/10/2015 |
| 37. | Unsung | 5/11/2015 |
| 38. | Baccalao Sonnet | 5/12/2015 |
| 39. | Easter Remembered | 5/13/2015 |
| 40. | Female Werewolf | 5/14/2015 |
...And It Was Her Summer
…And It Was Her Summer
“Go back to the children’s home, she said I have no work and
can’t afford to keep you” Late June afternoon she sat on a bench
with a man I didn’t know. The man smiled I didn’t like him, but
took the coins he gave me to buy an ice –cream for; I was still
hanging about so mother got up and slapped me across the face.
”Get lost you stupid boy! ” My face was burning I threw the coins
into the lake and ran away. When I stopped running it was night
and I could see sheep in a field, I was tired and cold, thought of
seeking shelter in a...
The Blue Boat
The Blue Boat
When winter rain falls
The lake in the vale fills up
Clear as a child’s tear
Where a blue rowing boat floats
Whishing it were a schooner
When the wind blows
You can if you try see masts
And its boastful sails
As it crosses vast expanses
Of dreams and secret longings
