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Ollywog's Home Street | Locations | Glitch

Ollywog's Home Street

Owned by Ollywog


Featuring

5 Egg Plants, 2 Beryl Rocks for mining, 4 Dullite Rocks for mining, and 30 Herb Garden plots.

Notes

Visitors are encouraged to contribute
Visitors are encouraged to contribute temporary exhibits to the gallery. Please attribute non-original works.
the the harbormaster
I wanted to be sure to reach you;
though my ship was on the way it got caught
in some moorings. I am always tying up
and then deciding to depart. In storms and
at sunset, with the metallic coils of the tide
around my fathomless arms, I am unable
to understand the forms of my vanity
or I am hard alee with my Polish rudder
in my hand and the sun sinking. To
you I offer my hull and the tattered cordage
of my will. The terrible channels where
the wind drives me against the brown lips
of the reeds are not all behind me. Yet
I trust the sanity of my vessel; and
if it sinks, it may well be in answer
to the reasoning of the eternal voices,
the waves which have kept me from reaching you.

(frank o'hara)
When You are Old
When You are Old
by W. B. Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,And loved your beauty with love false or true,But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fledAnd paced upon the mountains overheadAnd hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
Differences of Opinion, by Wendy Cope
He tells her that the Earth is flat?
He knows the facts, and that is that.
In altercations fierce and long
She tries her best to prove him wrong.
But he has learned to argue well.
He calls her arguments unsound
And often asks her not to yell.
She cannot win. He stands his ground.

The planet goes on being round.
Be like the bird
Be like the bird who,
pausing in his flight
on limb too slight
feels it give way beneath him
yet sings,
knowing he has wings.

--Victor Hugo

Once in the 40?s
by William Stafford

We were alone one night on a long
road in Montana. This was in winter, a big
night, far to the stars. We had hitched,
my wife and I, and left our ride at
a crossing to go on. Tired and cold?but
brave?we trudged along. This, we said,
was our life, watched over, allowed to go
where we wanted. We said we?d come back some time
when we got rich. We?d leave the others and find
a night like this, whatever we had to give,
and no matter how far, to be so happy again.
Power Outage in a Hotel Lobby
by Bud Cipoletti

The lobby was a vacuum
closed and opened by electric
doors like sliding glass valves.

Thunderstorms rocked the humid
sky outside, the lightning sliced
by blinds over
dirty windows.

A receptionist fills the cold silence
repeating uniformed greetings,
her gold nametag sparks as she moves.

The air-conditioning drones through
gridlocked
crates in the sun colored walls?
boxing the breeze into quilts.

The collage from a muted television
goes dark?
and the staff scurries like rain.

Lights flicker, static oval globes
blink while they pulse over the carpet below,
a fiber garden from Versailles.

Systems down, the filtered flow ceased,
circulation halted,
the receptionist tends to candles tucked
away in cheap cabinets like wax sheep,

the storm outside sees her light their wicks
through my reflection.
Luna Moth
by Jeff Friedman

I thought it was a bat, looking for trouble,
but it was only a luna moth clutching the screen.
When it settled on my pillow, closing its wings,

I left the room and waited for it to fly out
but it remained in the cavity of my pillow
until I slipped a piece of cardboard

under the speckled body.
Then in anger it flew wildly through the rooms of our house,
a blessing gone awry, and before I could swat it

it vanished into some crack or
hidden place. Then I lay down again
and waited for you to open your eyes

but you gripped the sheets and held fast to sleep,
and the luna moth scudded through our bedroom, reading
my horoscope on the dust of the blinds.