Brian Oliveri


I had written a large book of poetry that of which I have narrowed down to 175 poems.

People peaceful pleasers
game players and teasers
occupied Chinese control
still owning themselves whole
rich beyond matter
into rooms up a latter
English understanding mouth
mountains north and south
Tibet freedom
the Chinese to seize them
allies to mostly all
peoples mountain pride tall
follow the guide uphill to hide
above the oxygen godlike confide
hilltop security overlook
generations religion Chinese just took
unnecessary gun explodes
locals once ruled those roads
cabin like fever prayer relieved
global sadness displeased