Oskar Hansen


Oskar Hansen Poems

1. 3/28/2013
2. ...And It Was Her Summer 4/24/2009
3. ...And Sweet Was My Love 5/11/2009
4. 14/11 Paris 11/15/2015
5. 2015 12/8/2015
6. 25th Of December 12/26/2009
7. 3 New Haiku 5/30/2014
8. 3 Zen Poems 9/28/2011
9. 3% 5/14/2010
10. 3c Senryu 9/20/2013
11. 4 Haiku 9/8/2009
12. 4 Haiku For The Spirit 12/9/2016
13. 4 Modern 10/28/2011
14. 4 New Haiku 9/17/2013
15. 4 New Senryu 7/29/2011
16. 4 Senryu (The Modest) 4/20/2011
17. 70 Years Ago 6/11/2014
18. 9/11 9/9/2011
19. A Bag Of Inconsequence 11/23/2011
20. A Beautiful Song 4/15/2011
21. A Beggar 4/8/2013
22. A Belly Full 12/10/2008
23. A Bit Of Trivia 7/19/2013
24. A Bridge In Portugal 2/22/2013
25. A Brother Never Met 12/27/2015
26. A Bus Ride 5/22/2016
27. A Buss Ride 11/13/2015
28. A Cairo Rose 2/17/2011
29. A Cairo Street 1/29/2011
30. A Celebrated Accident 11/15/2010
31. A Christmas Remembered 8/31/2012
32. A Christmas Tale 12/16/2008
33. A Cigarette 10/31/2008
34. A Cloud`s Romance 11/10/2015
35. A Collection Of Poetry 4/21/2012
36. A Complicated Scam 10/31/2016
37. A Cook’s Battle 12/16/2011
38. A Country For Old Men 7/15/2010
39. A Date Of Misfortune 10/26/2012
40. A Day In A Market Town 1/21/2017
Best Poem of Oskar Hansen

...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...

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The Christmas Day Lunch

The Lunch
We had Christmas lunch at a hotel, so posh floors shone like
a mirror you could not look down when passing a lady
People sat in little groups whispering, and the silence was
deep when some dropped a spoon.
Festive decoration was absent- we are adults- the music was
subdued the food was good but bland they were catering for
the English peculiar taste in insipid food that has no story to
tell it felt as being a guest at a wake

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