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Best Poems From
LAURENCE OVERMIRE
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A-Mused (Or: Whats Shakespeare Got That I Havent Got?)
Here I sit
Musing on the Muse
Oh glorious Muse
Muse-ic to my ears!
From whence comes thy chariot of golden fire
To dazzle with brilliance my feeble wit?
What a pity little brain have I
Sitting like a dunce in the dark corner of the room.
Teach me, spirit, spare not thy en-lightening rod
Awaken the sleeping synapse and obstructed neuron that cannot complete
A sentence, a nuance, a rhyme.
Ill write thy name on the blackboard of the sky
Fifty thousand times and more
If only, but only, you might reveal that name
Sacred, unspoken, mysterious
Name
And whisper it softly, oh so softly
In my ear...
Pretty please?
(Previously published in ArtsFusion, Dec 99 - Jan 00, Issue 17)
Laurence Overmire
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Anachronism
He should have been born in another age
In another place, another time
The lord of some castle, or a wayfaring knight
A man of honor and distinction
With a lovers weeping heart
Intent to set some maiden free
For he cared too much, you see
He believed in truth
In justice, and in life
But he heard the children cry
When others told him not to listen
And when he tried to speak himself
They slapped a dollar on his wrist
Only the knife they found beside him
Could stab that dollar from his mind.
(Previously published in Spilled Ink, July 2000)
Laurence Overmire
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Ancestor
I touch this stone
Barely legible
My great great great great grandmother
The face Ive never seen
Not even a picture, no photograph remains
But here you lie
Your bones beneath the ground
So close, my journey so long
To find you here
This quiet field
Hot summers day
We spend a moment
Not as brief as it would seem
Enough perhaps to know
Youve been here all the while
And I, in the return to this
Sacred place
Regain some lost part of myself
The future a little less forbidding
The same sky, the same sun, the same story
Related
All over again.
(Previously published in Red Coral, Spring 2001)
Laurence Overmire
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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
nature
to lead with voice of spirit
and marked uncommon sense.
(Previously published in Some Words: A Place For Poetry, Aug.2004)
Laurence Overmire
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