Poetry There are a number of poets among the Ovi team, so we have gathered the together here.
| ||The unchased dreams become our prison|
The dreams we never chased weigh with time.
They weigh like burlap sacks full of dirt out in the rain;
Transforming into grotesque snowmen as winters go by.
| ||Blind Politics|
We were watching the TV, Louie and me.
He's blind, so he don't even stare at the thing. He only half listens.
Me, I do the translating. I tell him what the pictures show.
We been doing this for years; it's like making love, though don't get me wr
| ||Don't Step On That Red Line !|
Don't Step on that Red Line !
You'll Break Humanity's Back !
I have stridden into hurricanes,
Seen frantic trees wave hysteric arms
At rushing clouds that paid no heed,
Too busy to look down.
| ||Disappearing by the beast|
He disappeared in the knowledge of the revolution of the breast
equalling with all being Spartacus
rising the voice of love
over the touching table of the last supper
| ||The Printed Word |
I swim in the smell
Of printed words,
I swim among the
Radio bigmouth, and out of that horn
| ||Copper Sky|
The cracked bells
Clang in the breeze
Over gurgling streams
| ||I Flap|
My wings are skin, stretched on bone.
The sun makes jewels of my scales, red, blue, gold.
| ||The mirror of the soul|
Hundreds of shadows walk.
Hundreds of whispers talk...