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Best Poems From
LAURENCE OVERMIRE
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Stuck
He is stuck
Behind the wall
Between the fire place
And the brick facade
There is nothing to be done
A fatal falling
From the top of the roof
Down through the opening
Hells deadly crevice
No escape
Hear him clawing
Desperate and alone
There is no savior
No light to break the darkness
Only the waiting
Remains
Hours then minutes and seconds of breath
Wings slap in impotence
Weakly raging
Lifes brutal passing
Deaths quiet embrace.
(Previously published in Lynx Eye, Spring '99, Vol. VI, No.2; Fusion Ink, Issue 2, September 2000; Poet's Porch, Aug.2001)
Laurence Overmire
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The Conversion of St. Paul
Caravaggio struck me
With a thunderbolt of light
Dramatic image in sharp contrast
Of shadow, bright color
Like life
Alive!
No dull mute of sameness to lull
Me to sleep in
Comfortable saddle
A burdened beast to
Carry me.
Note: This poem references the famous Caravaggio painting of the same name. To view the art work, check it out here:
http: //www.abcgallery.com/C/caravaggio/caravaggio25.html
(Previously published in m.e.stubbs poetry journal, Vol.2, Issue 2, November 2000)
Laurence Overmire
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The Corset of Time
In 1900 women wore corsets
insisted upon by vanity
and mens eyes
strapped and pulled
within a frame
too tight to allow
infraction of proprieties
so strict, the full breath of lung
labored behind cramped
ribs to Adams disliking
eves under which
no bird would ever find
shelter.
(Previously published in Samsara Quarterly, Aug.2000, Vol.1, Issue 2)
Laurence Overmire
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The Famous Cocky Paul
Sold cars
Suckers caught looking
Under the hood without a
Flashlight
Flaws disguised in sleight-of-mouth
He kicked the tires
Of many a re-tread
Badgered old ladies for bundles
Of ill-begotten cash
A snake-charmer with a chubby, schoolboy smile
So slick his hair sometimes
Slid off his head.
He did it his way
Pants down in the back seat of respectability
Before long
His dingy, pot-holed lot
Became a mega mall of
Showroom flash and four-wheel dash
An automotive mecca
So successful children imitate
His bad commercials on TV.
Now he lives on the lake
A stately mansion, white pillar and blasted brick
Belongs to the Kings Canyon Country Club
Where, it has been said
They even named a sandwich after him
Ham and turkey on rye with a very special
Horsey sauce.
(Previously published in ZZZ Zyne, XLII,2001)
Laurence Overmire
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