www.PoemsAbout.com

     Home | Contact Us

Poems By Poet Laurence Overmire  8/21/2014 10:55:02 PM
Search For Poems & Poets:
POEMS ABOUT
 angel
 beautiful
 daughter
 death
 friend
 girl
 greed
 hero
 home
 hope
 kiss
 life
 lonely
 loss
 lost
 love
 memory
 money
 music
 nature
 night
 power
 rain
 school
 sleep
 soldier
 summer
 sun
 war
 

 

 
Laurence Overmire   Best Poems From
  LAURENCE OVERMIRE
 
 
<< prev. page

Page: 1 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 30 40 50 60 70 100 101

next page >>

 
   
 

  69.     

Into the Sunset

Pain and Happiness, Suffering and Joy

They walk together, arm in arm
Inseparable companions, lovingly engaged

Along the sea’s sometimes smooth, sometimes rocky
Yet always beautiful

Shore.


(Previously published in PRIVATE International Review, No.38, Sept 2006)
 
Laurence Overmire
   
 

   
   
 

  70.     

Look Homeward, Angel

“Where shall the weary rest? When shall the lonely of heart come home? What doors are open for the wanderer? And which of us shall find his father, know his face, and in what place, and in what time, and in what land? ” –Thomas Wolfe, from “Of Time and the River”


It took a while to find
And if you didn’t know where to look
You’d never know it was there.

The home I mean of Thomas Wolfe
—in the thirties—
The great Southern novelist.

I’d heard he lived in Brooklyn for a time
Same as me, rented an apartment, but where?
I finally found a
Reference in a book somewhere
With an address—the basement of number 40
Verandah Place.

It was my neighborhood, as it turns out
Just down the street
Somewhere below the Heights and the fabled
Brooklyn Bridge
But there was no marker, no monument
Nothing
To mark the history of this momentous place.

“Only the dead know Brooklyn, ” he wrote.

The building was owned by someone, so of course I
Couldn’t go in, but I wondered if the owner even
Knew the significance of this brick and plaster and
Wood.

All I could do was look on from outside:
A tiny window at ground level, not more than a foot of
Exposed glass above the back alley black tar pavement
Dry leaves and dust stuck in the cracked and peeling
Paint of its frame.

The blind, pale and yellowing, was drawn
Leaving a cold and lifeless sense of a space
No longer occupied.

There was no seeing in, and it was a wonder to me
How that young visionary writer managed at all
To see out.

How dark, how damp this tiny room
Must have been, and yet
Here
Somehow was the birthing, light blasting
Through that little window
To catch the world’s eye
A novel called, perhaps not without coincidence:

“Of Time and the River.”


(Previously published on Ancestry.com,2003)
 
Laurence Overmire
   
 

   
   
 

  71.     

Minimum Wage

If life can’t be loved
Lived long with passion
The deep caress of soulful
Night and day
What use then
The slow trudge of one foot
Already in the grave
Marking time
Counting pennies
Copper green pillows of envy
To put the pounding brain
To sleep
These nightmare sheep
Coagulate
The tossed head turned
With a spade
Death no more terrifying
Than life birthed unto its own
Mausoleum.


(Previously published in The Hold, March 2004)
 
Laurence Overmire
   
 

   
   
 

  72.     

Niagara (haiku)

Niagara falls
with elegant dignity
divine majesty.
 
Laurence Overmire
   
 
 
<< prev. page

Page: 1 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 30 40 50 60 70 100 101

next page >>

 

 
BEST POEMS:  (Click on a topic to list and read the poems)
 angel poems
• 
beautiful poems
• 
death poems
• 
friend poems
 girl poems
• 
home poems
• 
hope poems
• 
kiss poems
 life poems
• 
loss poems
• 
love poems
• 
music poems
 nature poems
• 
rain poems
• 
school poems
• 
sex poems
 soldier poems
• 
summer poems
• 
sun poems
• 
war poems
 
(c) Poems are the property of their respective owners.
All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge.. 
Contact Us | About Us | Copyright notice | Privacy statement

Poems By Poet Laurence Overmire