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All poems are originally written by me Ovi / Odiete © Except the reposts of fellow poets. / Ovi Odiete is a Poet and Writer with over 80 published poems and articles in various reputable poetry sites, online journals and online and print magazines. He bares his heart and soul through poetry and aim to speak to the world through writing. His works are numerous and highly indexed and available on google search. / / Ovi Odiete's Poetry Works: / / MYSTERY UNVEILS: LOVE IS ETHEREAL BLUE (A Book available on Kindle/Amazon) / POETRY BOOKS/ANTHOLOGIES / / ANGEL COME; ANGEL GO / / IN THE GRAVE OF DREAMS / / BUT THE OCEAN TELLS ITS ENDLESSNESS / Which are available on / THE CEREBRAL SCROLL AND THE POET TREE ANTHOLOGIES (VOLUME 1 AND 2 RESPECTIVELY AND AVAILABLE ON LULU AND AMAZON BOOK STORES. / / A COMPILATION OF OVI ODIETE'S POETRY IN EBOOK PUBLISHED BY POEMHUNTER / / A POETRY BOOK IN PROGRESS. / (POETRY TIMES)
With a stroke of the brush,
A dab of paint,
A portrait, I drew.
Blew into it the breath of life,
Lo! There it stays my Masterpiece!
Feb 26, 2022
Feb 26, 2022 at 4:51 AM UTC
It was past midnight
The moon, a sphere of luminosity!
But she saw the frozen grimace of death
And the nocturnal bats in gyrating motion
Meteors of shame and repugnance
Flashed past her darkened sky,
Cockroaches scurried in her brain,
All the nerves taut and about to break
Her heart bleeding in silence
And her body burning, burning
Agony once subsided, surged back
Stronger than ever before
Unable to bear the burden anymore
Finding no water to wash away her guilt,
With no contrition enough to ease
The twinge of her conscience,
She drew out a piece of paper
From her locked up cupboard
That she would never open again
Hastily scribbled something
Without qualms
Without frills
Never waiting for another day
Of impotent remorse,
She set out to a destination unknown
Where Past, Present and Future
Merge and coalesce
Into
The muted whispers of stillness !
Jul 13, 2021
Jul 13, 2021 at 7:47 PM UTC
Against the hazy sky
Mountains, seen grotesque
Frightening monsters, poking out
Here, there and all around
In the glinting darkness
The ravine, like a mythical snake
Gapes its mouth
Mist hovers,
Spider webs hang
As dew spangled veils
The leaves are tears stained
By the Night’s frozen grief
In stealthy steps,
With the jingle of anklets,
The wind comes to shake off the drops
And down they drip one by one
As the grass below shiver
At the sudden shock.
The leaves, rid of the load, flutter-
Faint stir of life!
From a distant habitation
The rooster in sharp notes
Sounds the siren
The East bleeds
As shafts of gold cuts through her breast
Darkness recedes,
Birds begin to chirp.
Slowly,
Slowly, parting curtains
The day emerges
Like a lazy boy
Disinclined to be roused from sleep
Jul 13, 2021
Jul 13, 2021 at 7:44 PM UTC
My heart condemned to a cell
became so shrunken by disuse
All my lovely things
shoved to a corner
near a radiator
for its rhythm, right, and heat
Crushed by all the useless rules
reigned down from The Above
proclaiming—
"Certainty!"
of “what should be.”
My heart was never made for such a small space
But now—
atrophied and bowed by fear
prison garb seems comfortable
I don't think too much of hope or love in here
Too wary and too tired
to defend the right or wrong of it—or me
The sentence: so much more than I could bear:
“Life of Loneliness
no parole"
It’s good I didn’t hear the words
I would’ve died of grief
But all those years—
I served!
____
I wipe my eyes on the reprieve
Spent some time—
on my release
in cold gusts by the shore
where there’s room-- so finally
to breathe
Lifted my eyes into
the risk of clouds
the withered sun
If wind and sorrow
share the tears
that have returned
I figure...
so can we...
...share love
in a large room
knocking down guilt’s darkest walls
where souls make jails to keep from getting free
...Let them find each other there
Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 5:08 AM UTC
#***Flattery is the machine
Which inflates balloons
Nineteen to the dozen
Yet all succumb
To the beat of the Heart
Genuine praises
Are the roses
Ever fragrant in the heart***#
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 6:36 PM UTC
*There lies within the hills of perdition, the ☀ and the symbol of evil
The nuance of the desperate woman and the rants of her deeds
There lies within the crevices of the rock, a shallow breathing thing
Magically bound and hollowed to the hands of time,
The sunken shadows of night,
The depths of her soul
There lies her endless yearnings
And call for death
Her ripping moments and colorless nights
For when the night comes
Her moon beckons the wind
Her wind calls deep after deep..
Her nights mourn the sorrow of her endless days
And she searches, roaming the abode for an end, but finds none
And then she comes out, screaming and dancing to the voices of the night
Sorrow looms within her shores
But within the night, lies the SYMBOL of her love*
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 5:13 PM UTC
Shadow man stalks on
Waiting to map a reprieve
Thither and thither he goes
Roaming through a seige
Farther and farther he leans
Cursing the wind
Staring the sun
But closer and closer
His shadow stalks
Stalking the very essence of his existence
Shadow man
Ovi Odiete 2018...
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 4:35 PM UTC
amid scurrying feet
in the whirling humanity
with divided aims
and sizzling brains
she paused with singularity of purpose
never in a hurry, more at peace
on a park bench, alone
bent and weird, she sat.
when she moved
her bones creaked
on rusty hinges!
ragged in dress, torn in body,
face scourged by Time,
its contours deep like ravines
her withered *******
hanging like nests of tailor birds
hair lying disheveled,
with eyes shrouded in mist
she looked out into the sinking sun,
never dreading the darkness that falls
the park bench was her temporary halt
she sat there every evening
determined to live on,
with the coins habitually dropped
into her outstretched hands
by those sailing past her
unobtrusive self.
like a monument of patience
she sat.
sat, so alone!
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 6:07 AM UTC
In the far fringe of a woody island
With a winding river
Making circuitous pilgrimage
There is a solitary hut
Visible through the patches of light and shadow
With its precincts lapped by the waves
And the rich alluvial soil
Engendering plants of robust growth
In it live a man and wife
A pair made for each other!
Their likes and longings
Blend and bleed into one another
Though they are at the subsistence level
Who have just one square meal a day
They grow in the joy of a living love
Making life a celebration in a rare way
Their humble hut, ever blessed by
Seasonal yield from fruit trees of tropical kind
Added by plants’ flowery delight
A riot of pink, yellow, red and maroon
Where wild trees stand watch over
With creepers in greener leaves
And their foliage, in a merry dance
Latching and intertwining their delicate tendrils
In the air, there is a subdued roar
Made by the swish and swirls of life
But in the silent interstices
Between the rush and blur
There descends a heavenly peace
That sets their souls dancing
Making it a happy home
Sweeter than a mansion of gold!
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 6:04 AM UTC