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Poetry

Poetry There are a number of poets among the Ovi team, so we have gathered the together here.

 
 In The SuburbsIn The Suburbs by Jan Sand
These streets are now well walked. I know their spotted concrete patches, Lightning cracks, tufts of wayward sprouting weeds,
 
 To a Friend Who Died in the Swamp by Shola Balogun
Rivers meet in my eyes for you. Transfixed on the veiled Mound of the swamp, Lone Beholder of unsteady opera On rotten marble, You saw the reeds dancing To unknown winding plight, Smothering storms broken At your feet. Doors of the earth swung Into the da
 
 While watching cartoonsWhile watching cartoons by Abigail George
You fill my soul with leaf and paradise and the pulse of blue light. Your shark teeth like ivory.
 
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 My little Indian friend by David Barger
Sonya, Sweet Sonya, Hair of blackest coal. I remember well your smile Beckoning with straw; Like a stuffed doll Whose beauty never leaves.
 
 Bag Lady by Pamela Hunt
She clutches her bag, an odd, old paisley thing ...with; Un-important things inside!
 
 GameGame by Jan Sand
I used to think that mystery Hung somewhere out among the stars Like silver bells and mirror balls On the celestial Christmas tree.
 
 That Little Girl With Her Hands To The SkyThat Little Girl With Her Hands To The Sky by Hunter Dasten
Have you ever clung to a desire for so long that your eyes saw nothing else? The most beautiful part of existence is the ability to dream,
 
 Breadcrumbs  Breadcrumbs by Nikos Laios
Little magpie, I see you walking Delicately on the Green grass
 
 Tender wordsTender words by Abigail George
There is love here. A kind Of resurrecting. A life instinct Drowning in the gaseous life
 
 The Brown EarthThe Brown Earth by Nikos Laios
Ploughed, Open and cultivated, Tilled like the brown earth My nourishing soul Sprouting love
 
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