oskar hansen


oskar hansen Poems

1. Poet Road -new- 7/4/2015
2. The Beer Drinker 3/8/2015
3. Australia Vet 2/12/2015
4. Borderline Drunk 2/18/2015
5. Stop Them Now 2/20/2015
6. Porto He Said 2/24/2015
7. Haifa Oranges 2/25/2015
8. The Common Soldier 2/27/2015
9. Golden Fleece 2/28/2015
10. Ants In The House 3/1/2015
11. Retired Sea Master 3/11/2015
12. To See Or Not To See 3/13/2015
13. Instant Memory 3/14/2015
14. To Prefer Life 3/15/2015
15. Dignified Doorman 3/16/2015
16. The Seal 3/21/2015
17. The Boat Trip 3/22/2015
18. The Dream Of Emancipation 3/23/2015
19. The Semitic Puzzle 3/24/2015
20. Creative Painter 3/25/2015
21. Haiku And Humour 3/26/2015
22. Do Not Push It 3/27/2015
23. Fidel Castro 3/28/2015
24. Food And Love Sonnet 3/29/2015
25. The Sober Woman -new- 6/23/2015
26. Women Who Drink And Sex -new- 6/24/2015
27. Reward -new- 6/25/2015
28. Senryu New Ones -new- 6/25/2015
29. Waterloo -new- 6/26/2015
30. Slow Progress -new- 6/27/2015
31. Charger Sonnet -new- 6/27/2015
32. Charleston Dance -new- 6/28/2015
33. Just Another Sunday -new- 6/28/2015
34. Looking For A Poet -new- 6/29/2015
35. Sausage Factory -new- 6/30/2015
36. Bachelor Day -new- 6/30/2015
37. Ruben The Teaser -new- 7/1/2015
38. Job Seekers -new- 7/2/2015
39. The Undying Soul -new- 7/3/2015
40. Motorbike 3/31/2015
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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A Cigarette

A Cigarette


Dawn, yes and the mist, what else do you
expect on lake Martin early and summer?
Swamp cypress dripping with Spanish moss.
I have stopped rowing, water swirling around
Oar blades, the silence is absolute I dare not
Inhale, a bird shrieks, the lake shudders

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