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 | Poetry There are a number of poets among the Ovi team, so we have gathered the together here.
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| | | | | Coyote Whisperer by Virginia Maria Romero In a moment of absolute abandon...
warmth from the sun's first rays
caress bare skin | | | At this table by Bohdan Yuri reservations at eight
at our favorite table,
you were fashionably late,
a less than cherished fable. | | | Claims All On by Saloni Kaul To get something we want some of the time
Is alright, like extracting treasures, mining gold from mine,
That adds to the occasion's glamour, value prime,
Because of its prize rarity and qualities classed fine. | |
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| | I will not fade away by Amir Khatib I will not fade away, as they say,
Rather, I will be absent for a long time,
I do not return to homeland like a refugee dreams,
It emerged in another place, | | | Ralphy Baby by Dr. Lawrence Nannery What did you say when you called me on the phone that time, Ralphy Baby?
You said you were dying of a brain tumor.
Took my breath away.
I couldn't calculate. I said:
"Don't say that, Ralphy."
So you said: "And what's up with you?" | | | Sunflowers by Neil Leadbeater Russian Giants were our favourites -
they could top ten feet
with flowers to match
and a big broad smile that was designed to catch
undivided attention. | | | The Majesty Of Nature by Nikos Laios Afternoon sunlight
Streams though gaps
In the blinds picking up
Flecks of dust floating
Slowly over the carpet.
The wind howls outside
Roaring up the coast
And the roof timbers shake. | | | Orphic Voice by David Sparenberg Somebody sang a song. Song
moved on air
across land, across water.
It was heard far away. | | | Some form of purity by David Barger The brink of winter is upon me
Moving up my leg like a cold hand;
Each chilling fingertip up my spine. | | | Starving by Bohdan Yuri Flowing silk saris
Surround painted faces,
Baubles and bangles
Still hang from the past. | | | | next | |
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