Poetry There are a number of poets among the Ovi team, so we have gathered the together here.
| ||The needle|
as you looking
| ||The Exile|
The old wooden
Shack sat on the edge
Of a sand dune on a
On the outskirts
Of the city.
| ||Dance of Tears, Chief Nobody (V5)|
I'm old Indian chief story
plastered on white scattered sheets,
Caucasian paper blowing in yesterday's winds.
| ||I see myself|
I see myself, first time,
As age finally spreads its dew.
| ||God's Frequency|
I could be wrong but I do not think
it can be measured in Hz.
| ||Beauty's Yardstick & Temple Triumphs |
Stars flit o'er the sky's midnight blue
As I contend with beauty, beauty long forgot,
Grapple with changing aesthetics untrue
As fickle as fashion tastes yesterday bought.
| ||Memory Of The World |
In solitude I heard
The trees whisper
In the heat of the day
Among the cicada songs,
| ||Desert In Bloom|
He walks through the desert
grabbing handfuls of silken petals
heavy with morning dew
not thinking of the thorns
piercing his calloused fingers;
A working man...
| ||Urgent Love|
Live in alternative practice.
Choosing alternative energy
I ride on the waves of their lies and tell how vicious men master vain manners for a piece of unhallowed bread.