Poetry There are a number of poets among the Ovi team, so we have gathered the together here.
I breathe, I smile, I walk a mile,
I cook, I look, I sit a while.
Lots of things that can be done,
Can be a nuisance, can be fun,
But, professional, these are none.
| ||To Poem|
Seldom do I dream;
often do I poem.
I have pondered this:
| ||Burnt Sky|
In the heat of the day they suffer,
The sky is glowing orange like hell
And they huddle on a beach
| ||Haphazard Revolutionaries Seek Leader |
As though at the behest of some primeval thinking force,
A distant sun's haze is astonishingly there agleam ,
Vying with these shapechanging clouds for form
| ||Restless Hawk (V2)|
The angels of wings are always in flight
be the devil or archangel Michael.
| ||The aftermath of loneliness|
I want you to bring me to life, bring me flowers, I
have become nothing. In the station of the metro, girls are
being woken up by kisses. A kiss has the power to
| ||Letter From The Warmer Regions|
This guy in the other pit.
He's got a better demon than me.
His can taunt with a sharper wit.
Mine's mind is weak, I must admit.
| ||Set aside|
Harbor not some old remorse, most left unfolded,
harshly cast behind some unconscious holding,
not those distant tales of long lost yearnings
| ||Goddess |
Dance with me;
Sing to me
Of soldiers lost
Of sailors tossed
| ||The ghost fades|
I miss you. I don't miss you. I miss you. I really
don't care if you care, I don't miss you. Your
head is Muir and full of devil-may-care girls, with
fluff for hair, and who smell like you're shielding