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And God Made A Poet

There need to be people
toiling on this Earth
for whom money
is not the Bottom Line

those who see
beyond the moment
the temporal frame of inhuman

to lead with voice of spirit
and marked uncommon sense.

(Previously published in Some Words: A Place For Poetry, Aug.2004)
Laurence Overmire




My pear are so
Delightful, I must speak now
With a fake French accent

And say, oui oui
Come come
The time is ripe

To peel away the pretense
And taste the sweet aperitif
To everlasting

Joie de vivre.

(Previously published in The Short North Gazette, Nov.2000)
Laurence Overmire



Another Cup of Tea?

There are poets
In comfortable houses
Clean beds
Who write of grass and trees and
They sing melodies that concord
On tuneful ears
Sing babies to sleep
And say

All the world is well.

‘Twould be nice to be
Such a poet
To not know and not care
Not really
Not seeing, not dreaming
Not alive, not dead
Just falling
Like a green leaf on a
Summer’s day.

(Previously published in Apollo's Lyre, Spring 2007)
Laurence Overmire



Another Sunday Afternoon

Another Sunday afternoon
in fall
in Brooklyn
dead leaves rustle
over the cracked sidewalks
mixed with the trash
of careless minds
the September sun
is a golden orb
spinning on the web
of the azure sky
and the sound of
dapples the eager air
breathe deep
and feel the warmth
that penetrates the bones
when time is a pendant
you choose not to wear...

A crowd on the corner
women and men
passing the quiet hours
in casual conversation
I pass
and there before me
ten feet away no more
a crumpled figure
in the gutter
drunk asleep? !
a long and frivolous night, my friend?
(chuckle softly
do not wake)
But then...
the smooth line
near the head there
trickled, dried
of blood
is almost
the crowd on the corner
patiently waiting
for someone
to take him

Another Sunday afternoon
in fall
in Brooklyn.

(Previously published in Ygdrasil, Nov. '99)
Laurence Overmire
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