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Poetry

Poetry There are a number of poets among the Ovi team, so we have gathered the together here.

 
 John Doe SmithJohn Doe Smith by Bohdan Yuri
Last night john doe was zipped, and lifted in his black plastic bag, the frozen stiff was finally moving to a new location on the other side.
 
 PrejudicePrejudice by Abigail George
He hates me for the way I look. My hair. My proper English.
 
 FarewellFarewell by Gordana Mudri
I'm leaving - she said And the wind died in the treetops The birds stopped singing
 
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 Silent MomentsSilent Moments by Nikos Laios
Through the open window I can see the glistening ripples Form in the rain puddles Under the rusted drainpipe As smoke rises up from The nearby steelworks.
 
 Blind PoliticsBlind Politics by Dr. Lawrence Nannery
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 wron
 
 Mount Pleasant Cemetery (V2)Mount Pleasant Cemetery (V2) by Michael Lee Johnson
Gravediggers uprooting caskets with sharp, steel shovels- each slicing step downward through nerve-rooted earth cooper pennies jingle in change pouches dangling by their sides.
 
 If you were mineIf you were mine by Abigail George
Perhaps this is how my grandparents met. Perhaps, this too, was their love song.
 
 Songs Of YesterdaySongs Of Yesterday by Nikos Laios
The rusted Gate swings, The light fades; The creaking Of the swings And empty doors; And dirty factory Floors.
 
 Opening Pandora's Box in your thirtiesOpening Pandora's Box in your thirties by Abigail George
There's a loss to the windswept day. The waves beautiful but I do not want to go into the water. Feel it against my skin. I'm afraid I might
 
 Whispers from the GraveWhispers from the Grave by Michael Lee Johnson
What happened to 20 acres of farmland tilted toward sun angles, those sharp stone edges cool fall comes frost fields covered taking ownership of rented, abused, abandoned land− 10 years Phil has been gone, DeKalb, Illinois farmer.
 
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