Poetry There are a number of poets among the Ovi team, so we have gathered the together here.
| ||A chain of questions|
Will the changing climates
Will the seasons ever swap
With their ways?
| ||Translations from the Cinema - Redbeard|
Redbeard sees all, knows all, cures all.
Those grocking sounds are actually swallowings,
As the man forces himself to not cry out, not say the imprecations.
Percolations of the inward cries cause the glutinal clicks.
The man is gasping like some wretc
| ||Silent Autumn Sprint|
Old town in heyday steep, expanding wealth bloated,
At all three waters' lapping confluence,
On which grand commerce's tall ships once floated
| ||The end of the summer|
An ocean swell surges
And the yellow sun melts
On the blue horizon;
| ||Getting Older|
Clocks unceasing in their stomp on minutes
Crushes past into fragrancies of memories,
Stains, sometimes rather bloody, on that long wall of time
| ||Dormant Emotion|
The smallest infringement is a ruse
Where I am entertained in laughter,
And tied by the bonds of sorrow,
But where is my enlightenment
That kindles each parting gift released?
Where then is my muse?
| ||Give Us Leaders Who have Suffered.....|
Yes, Give us Leaders who have Suffered
The Darkness Outside and Inside ThemSelves
| ||Cold In Their Enclave|
This time I hark after a distant sound
Dusting tall statuettes of gold.
| ||The Sentinel|
"You get these nuts from time to time," the Captain sometimes growls.
"Especially in these domestic things.
Thank God most of them are harmless."
| ||In Appreciation|
The dead are with us now
Who will, in five years or ten,
See time swallow up the universe.