Oskar Hansen


Oskar Hansen Poems

121. A Question 12/24/2015
122. A Quickie In The Kitchen 10/26/2015
123. A Rant 12/10/2012
124. A Rat 6/8/2015
125. A Rat In Bed 10/19/2016
126. A Reflective Moment 8/3/2015
127. A Reminder 8/20/2012
128. A Sad Affair In India 1/22/2013
129. A Sea Bird 3/4/2016
130. A Sea Dirge 3/16/2013
131. A Shadorma Poem 1/6/2012
132. A Shanty 5/4/2009
133. A Sigh (Tanka) 9/7/2009
134. A Slum Outside Paris 8/15/2015
135. A Small World 11/22/2016
136. A Smaller Poem 9/20/2016
137. A Sonnet (San Suu Kyu) 8/11/2009
138. A Stone Wall 4/27/2016
139. A Story Of The Unsung 3/26/2013
140. A Sudden Second Sight 7/11/2013
141. A Summer 4/24/2012
142. A Summer Night 7/19/2009
143. A Summer Remembered 7/16/2015
144. A Tale Never Told 10/19/2011
145. A Tin Of Sardines 7/27/2010
146. A Tough Cookie 3/17/2015
147. A Truely Norwegian Poem 5/18/2009
148. A Tv Star 10/14/2012
149. A Verse For You 9/26/2011
150. A Verse Of Sexual Nature 12/19/2010
151. A Village 7/16/2009
152. A Village In Iberia 8/23/2009
153. A Way 4/1/2009
154. A Weepy 6/9/2010
155. A Winter Memory 12/22/2010
156. A Winter`s Tale 1/27/2016
157. A Winter`s Tale 2 1/27/2016
158. A Woman In Palestine 7/29/2016
159. A Woman´s World 10/15/2012
160. A Woman's Man 1/17/2015
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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Impotence

Impotence
The day I was fifty -nine I remember well woke up
Without an erection and my golden mane had vanished
I looked like a shaggy tiger.
I contemplated God, the devil and the food I ate but
Could not get an answer that I was at the threshold
Of old age that held no promises in its greedy arms
Sex had lost its spontaneity will it stand up and if it
Does will it remain so until the act is over?

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