Poetry There are a number of poets among the Ovi team, so we have gathered the together here.
| ||The message|
The message I'm getting is far from here
it travels in a line of constant despair.
| ||Forgiven sins|
I reveal to you a great secret;
When I took you to the garden,
It wasn't my intention to harvest the wet as I promised you,
| ||Rustic Kingdom |
The cedars cracked
Falling into the
| ||So you're turning 17|
So you're turning 17,
What can I say,
You look pretty good,
Even with a touch of dismay.
| ||A prayer for the dementia of the flesh|
'The flame in the snow', in the field,
In the wild 'song of songs' wilderness of
The green sea. Its energy poured itself
Into me and names whispered secrets of men
| ||It's All Technique|
Dreams flower, reach fruition.
Heights arrived, things ease.
Poem's prime tension-release!
| ||It was the Laughter|
Laughingest man! - it wasn't an act, it was desperation.
It was larger than yourself, little man.
They all said you'd come to an end with it some day, kill yourself with it:
the veins standing out in your temples, ready to burst