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Best Poems From
LAURENCE OVERMIRE
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Bliss
Who I was who I am who I will be
Who the hell knows
Who we are
But then
Who really gives a (w) hoot
Who did what to who(m)
Or how
Or why
Its not in our nature to ask
The difficult questions, if the truth
Be at all possible
And whats more, expediently convenient
To ignore.
(Previously published in Infinite Race, Aug 2000)
Laurence Overmire
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Card Game
Do me a favor and have the guts
To show your face
Lay your heart upon the table
Not hidden up your sleeve
Waiting for the chance to
Cheat
The hands youve not been dealt.
The fan that blocks the beating of your lashes
The made-up beauty of your seemly look
Is but a temporary obstruction
The dissembling of a mean intention
Is not so easy to mistake.
In the backrooms of your mind
An upstairs bed awaiting
The dash of the stranger
Boots to the floor
May succumb to the whim of indifference.
But the holster laid upon the nightstand
Carries the bullets of loves lost cause.
(Previously published in The Underbeat Journal, July 2003)
Laurence Overmire
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Castle Loch
In great hall
Kilt and bonnet
Crest upon the wall
By cold stone, a fire burns
Ale poured in goblets
A grim Scots tale of woe.
(Previously published in The Poetry of Scotland, Aug 2007)
Laurence Overmire
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Cave Dweller
He wielded his religion like a mallet
Thwacked us over the head with it
Whenever he felt
The Need
To bolster his own Ego
Make him feel Superior to the rest of us
Lower life forms.
(Previously published in Panic! Brixton Poetry, Oct 2000)
Laurence Overmire
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