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Poetry

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

 
 Perfect DayPerfect Day by Nikos Laios
Do you think That when nails Are driven into The feet and Laughter drips Like blood and scorn That it matters?
 
 My EgoMy Ego by George Cassidy Payne
smells like roasting Bull Nose peppers, and tastes like Daffodils in Prague.
 
 Bucolic ParadiseBucolic Paradise by Nikos Laios
The golden field Shimmered in the Swirling breeze Like a wave as Dandelion spores Floated like Delicate angels
 
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 SoSo by Bohdan Yuri
So, ... there was a war. your great grandfathers
 
 Yo Ho Ho And A Bottle Of RumYo Ho Ho And A Bottle Of Rum by The Ovi Team
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest, Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum, Drink and the devil had done for the rest, Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum... September 19th, talk like a pirate day.
 
 Teachings of an old painterTeachings of an old painter by Amir Khatib
We don't paint to get a star back, We capture it on paper and the interpretation of jurists. Rather, let us read the divination of the days in the intersecting and parallel lines that do not meet.
 
 Informational IntentInformational Intent by Jan Sand
There are these thoughts Of genes and memes that posses Desires of their own, That inspire, examine to inquire With an intellect to collect that uses us And not we of them.
 
 EchoesEchoes by Dr. Lawrence Nannery
Radio bigmouth, and out of that horn that song. Back when everything I was was longing this song exposed it all.
 
 In the nightIn the night by David Sparenberg
restlessly a man could not sleep -the woman's voice
 
 Beautiful WordsBeautiful Words by Nikos Laios
The pages Of a poetry Book flap open In the breeze on a table, And the heat of the Day melts on my forehead
 
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