Ovi Poetry Challenge 33: LEADERSHIP is your inspiration.

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OVI POETRY

Ovi is a syllabic/metre poetry form. In this case, Ovi is from India, originating in the Marathi language. The Ovi  has been in use in written form since the 13th Century, but the women’s ovee/ovi predates the literary form by at least the 12th Century.

The Ovi are in general, lyrical folk songs expressing love, social irony, and heroic events. They are written in the following scheme.

4 line stanzas, as few as one stanza and up to as many as you like.

8 syllables or less per line

Rhyming is AAAb. The second stanza would be CCCd. The third, EEEf. And so on. Meaning nothing in one stanza must rhyme with anything in the previous stanza. The fourth line does not rhyme.

Example:

Roly Poly by Judi Van Gorder

The big toothed tot with golden hair
picked up a bug on Sister’s dare,
it rolled into a ball right there
and won her springtime heart.

Notice the rhyming pattern is AAAb or
A
A
A
b

My Attempt

Blue flowers continue to grow,
with the shadow’s making them glow,
giving life to darkness and woe,
dying each year to yet return.

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11 thoughts on “Ovi Poetry Challenge 33: LEADERSHIP is your inspiration.”

  1. […] Leadership is the color redThe blood of freedom fighters deadA fire that dark forces dreadStanding up for peaceGoodness found in the color whiteA wave of doves when they take flightA place that shines with hopeful lightA refuge for the betterFreedom comes in the color blueThe chance for seeking what is trueIn choices that it grants to youGod Bless the U.S.A.https://ronovanwrites.com/2024/01/31/ovi-poetry-challenge-33-leadership-is-your-inspiration/ […]

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  3. The Wednesday Morning Leadership Blues

    Sad as it is, I need my fix,

    I lend my soul to politics

    contenders getting in their licks ―

    it drives me mad and fills me up.

    As for captains of leadership,

    captains or captive of the quip,

    Who are they that they press their lip

    to the holy grail of power?

    One we know, his ethical slump

    is clear, his presidential pump

    is poised to position his rump

    back in the White House yet again.

     There we have it, the sum of sins

    lead nowhere and the nonsense wins ―

    facts fail, truth’s blurred, the earth spins

    and we all rotate in the mire.

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  6. Evening time birds flying home
    Their v-formation a poem
    None of them are alone
    They follow their leader.

    Without breaking formation
    Divine and beautiful action
    They fly to their destination
    To rest after a day’s hard work.

    Thank you Ronovan. 🙂

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