Poetry There are a number of poets among the Ovi team, so we have gathered the together here.
| ||O valley|
I will order you to pass the infant on its mother's breast,
From the sky
If I decide not to enter your land
To be thrown, or killed!
| ||Clues All On In Line|
Linger leaves in air!
Time floats, she daydreams...
Grasps leaves, flash clues from nowhere.
| ||Rustic Places|
What will happen
When all the
| ||A Fair Shake|
Life, stuffed into a bag.
A sack of bones, glutinous flesh,
Strings and tubes, blobs of cells,
Lakes of blood, piss, snot and indeterminate goo
| ||Come to me|
pick a choice object of the earth,
it is not today these hands river in
| ||Cyber Wormhole|
I read and wait
Then I write and wait
Ever clinging what anticipates
Of things in truth or fabricate.
Again and again what words to be?
Repetition builds from nimiety.
| ||Our march in time|
Our march in time seems so sublime, yet,
we cannot savor life's forward climb.
| ||A message to a widow|
I am a lonely man worthy of you, madam,
share your unit or double it,
He puts you on your coat and arranges your collar, which you neglect every time,
But because of the back pain,
Bag of bones precious
Empowered by breath's treasure
| ||At The Cafe|
At small gobbletime I squatted in clocklight
To glancegrab streetwheel swifties and stumblebys.
Skyfog chunks ambled in the blue, allwhite,
While chirpers quietchopped with whistletries.