Poetry There are a number of poets among the Ovi team, so we have gathered the together here.
He was a rebel
With a cynical vision
Of the world and roamed
The rusted ghost towns
| ||Brueghal, Censor|
Pieter Brueghal the Elder was the greatest painter in the history of the world.
He brought to light dark and vibrant corners of the human pageant, and showed
Us many secrets, good and bad,
| ||All The While |
A silver pebbled beach
All of a hundred miles......
A thousand paces chain continuously strong
Silent all the while !
| ||Those Eyes|
Can you peer through those eyes?
The radiance must be blinding.
As I gaze into them I've come to understand
what the ancients must have felt,
looking up toward the shimmering night sky.
| ||You must be very tired|
Once, he was my mother's
golden boy. Still is, in some
ways. His path was a golden
way. No cobblestones to hurt his
feet. In youth, my brother and
| ||The Wind Howls|
The wind howls
And the train clings
To the cliff top over
The wild Pacific ocean,
| ||The Typically Faux Trumpian Tirade Against Those WhistleBlower|
The Typically Faux Trumpian Tirade Against
Democracy and American Constitution
Lovin' and Savin' Yo-Yo's !
| ||The Death of the Dinosaurs|
| ||Goblin Time|
Fold the sky like a paper sheet,
Shift the Moon to the Pleiades
Quandary is complete
Give the gods my sympathies.
| ||The shadow man, the lonely woman, the amazing heart, soma on the menu and the elect-rain|
Ice man cometh, cometh, cometh. You, you never
loved me at all, Julian. I can see that now. How you
found yourself in Natasha's arms, and I watched