Poetry There are a number of poets among the Ovi team, so we have gathered the together here.
| ||All Sensations |
So well and true we hear all that pervades our ears,
Aural perceptions keen accept music's subtle dictates
Sans questions, unconditionally, as o'er the years
All children have trusted the tellings of adults as mates.
| ||The Might of Trumpian-Bannonite Spite|
Oh, ye Little Small-Minded, Mean-Spirited Man
With the small, very small
Needy, greedy, Pussy-cat grabbing hands
I forgive Ambronese (for the hurtful things that were said)
And I forgive Rooka.
The love they never
gave me. I went through years of darkness.
| ||Memory of the World|
The orange sky
The moist earth
Seeping deep into
The bowels of
| ||Photos of an early love|
At thirteen I bought my first camera with cash saved
from tips hustled hefting bulging suitcases
train to bus station for city holiday-makers
at our end-of-the-line boring bayside town.
All summer waiting for trains I composed pictures.
| ||Wash away my sins|
It started to rain and I
wondered where you
| ||Tender Hearts|
Tender hearts grow
In the profound beauty
Of this day, walking between the raindrops
And the light shinning through the trees
And the flowers dipped in crimson
Swaying in the breeze.
| ||Screechscape |
The car screeched to a halt to halt the screech !
Ensuing argument between two pedestrians, he said.
| ||Coffee Cups|
His thoughts were
Held in coffee cups,
in hazy visions floating
Out through the window
And the flapping blinds.
| ||Lapsang Lapses|
The quiet hour before the city wakes, brewing tea,
fussing routinely, I notice my caddy near-empty.
A memory surge retrieves the past as scenes,
a time of acting badly, of damage, and tea.