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Best Poems From
LAURENCE OVERMIRE
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Vocabulary
The poet lives
In a simple word
The common place touched
By all
Moving mountains of
Sediment
With a straight forward
Dash of truth.
(Previously published in Poetry and Art, Feb 2001)
Laurence Overmire
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Voices
Man:
I am imprisoned
I suffocate here
Pubescent fingers clutch
Round my throat
And stop the sound.
Child:
You thrust me forward
I dont understand
The ordered world
I cannot cope
Let me find a corner
And hide.
The child must die
And allow me life
Or trip and fall
Indecisive folly
Afraid to challenge
Afraid to conquer.
But the child is the heart
Kindness without question
Natal innocence
The seed of being
No judgment
No anger
No vengeance to reap
Kill the child?
The man is the will
The core
The root
And cannot grow
In depleted soil
The aim
The ambition
Are driven through him
He must command
Or all will die.
Take hold
Together
Lead then if you must
The prison is yours
Claim it.
Dare to leap first
And the child will follow
Without him
Your carcass is hollow.
(Previously published in Rinse and Repeat Anthology, Scars Publications,1999)
Laurence Overmire
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527.
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Voodoo Chap
I have a dapper little
British voodoo doll
With bowler and umbrella
I like to take the pins out of
His head and stick them in
His butt to wake him up
And sometimes when I
Really want to frighten him
I take off all his clothes
So no one can tell
What class hes from.
(Previously published in Cotworld, Issue 11, Sept.1,2000)
Laurence Overmire
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Wade In The Wave
Every stone I cast
on water ripples
to the edge of an unknown
world
and when in time
another stone skims past
the hand I know not
rippling why
remembers
the choosing of the rock
its color and touch
immortal, divine.
(Previously published in Poetry: Soul to Soul, July 2004; World's Strand Anthology,2007)
Laurence Overmire
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