Poetry There are a number of poets among the Ovi team, so we have gathered the together here.
| ||To the heavenly goodness|
ask the salt
If you miss your songs!
The sails have no wind to remember,
| ||Sovereignty |
Freedom of Conscience
to think your own thoughts
feel your own feelings
give voice to your voice
| ||Celestrial Children|
Their souls rose up
In plumes of smoke
Curling around the
Flames on the pyre,
| ||Like Zen|
You are morning
when the artist comes
young oriental with your
poems like Zen.
| ||A Separation|
Long before the last glass is empty,
from the last of the seaside planks,
I ride on the waves of their lies and tell how vicious men master vain manners for a piece of unhallowed bread.
| ||Preface to sail|
kiss me, gentle mist on fog's grey skin.
spray your perfume, salty sweet,
that I may lose my bitter tinge.
| ||A dream|
Came in a dream
As if I count stars on a clothesline, I fold one in my basket and leave another wet with clouds.
A fresh blue devouring the scene.
| ||All day I've dreamed of you|
Once, once you were like Persia to me.
For the last time, show me the ways
to love. Cue me its despair. It's hardship.
| ||Apocalyptic Symphony|
A stench hung
In the breeze,
And the smell
Of decay carried