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 | Poetry There are a number of poets among the Ovi team, so we have gathered the together here.
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| | | | | Perfect 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 Ego by George Cassidy Payne smells like roasting
Bull Nose peppers,
and tastes like
Daffodils in Prague. | | | Bucolic 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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| | So by Bohdan Yuri So, ...
there was a war.
your great grandfathers | | | Yo 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 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 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. | | | Echoes 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 night by David Sparenberg restlessly
a man could not sleep
-the woman's voice | | | Beautiful 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 | | | | next | |
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