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Best Poems From
LAURENCE OVERMIRE
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Piltdown Man
Surviving and living are two different things.
To be or not to be is the question after all.
He survives year after tedious year
The head of a huge corporation with big testicles
He can show to impress people.
But how does he live?
Who is he when the cheap faηade
Is struck from his gravestone?
And why are his snout-faced children
Grubbing so ferociously over the entrails of his will?
No one knows
Including his four ex-wives who have his picture
Nailed to their dartboards.
(Previously published in Improvijazzation Nation, Issue #42, Summer 2000)
Laurence Overmire
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Pinnacles
Only a couple of rungs from the top
He fell
Down into the chasm of his
Truest self
The giddiness of the heights
Cooly reflected in the stillness of his
Finally present mind
Able to reject the folly of false illusion
Rivers breaching dams
Rocks pouring out of mountains
Trees taking shape with new limbs
Rich with the fruit of
Wisdom
Feet planted at last
In heavenly stench of saturate Earth.
(Previously published in Kookamonga Square, July 2000)
Laurence Overmire
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Point B to Point A
The Big Bang was
Not the beginning but the
End of
What had been, and in the eons since
Fragment by atomic fragment
A new universe arises out of the dust
What was past is present once
Again
Relatively speaking
As of matter, of course.
(Previously published in Pink Cadillac, Vol 3, #4, Fall 1999; The Scrivener's Pen, Vol.3, Issue 3,2003)
Laurence Overmire
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Report From X-Star 10
It was a strange planet
We landed on
A beautiful planet, lush and green
With riches beyond compare.
Beings of all size and form
Inhabited magical terrain:
Open sky and waterfall
Deep jungle and arid plain.
But even though their eyes
Deep-set in rather large heads
Appeared to be open
In sad, unfortunate fact, none could see.
In blind trance, they set about
Destroying, using
All they had been given
Till what had been beautiful once became
Irrevocably ugly.
Even so, incredible as it may seem
They could not see the ugliness either
Instead building great monuments
In praise of, what they deemed
An extraordinary conquest of
Dirt and stone.
(Previously published in Poetry Junction, Apr.2003)
Laurence Overmire
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