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Best Poems From
LAURENCE OVERMIRE
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Drip
drip
drip
drip
the minutes fall from the ceiling
sliding down the walls
s
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come to rest upon the floor
a shallow puddle of existence
f
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sinks through the boards and
disappears
q
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y
into the sweet fragrance of Earth
the cool stillness of night.
(Previously published in Write Away, June 2003.)
Laurence Overmire
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Droplet (haiku)
Droplet on the glass
tinkling on a summer's night
soft lips wait to taste
(Previously published in Poems Md, Apr 2008)
Laurence Overmire
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Drum Solo
Shut down your mind and
Be the drum
Pounding up and down
The heartbeat
Booms swinging round the forearm
Up the ear behind the head
Crashing cymbals sprayed in finger
Dust
Rolling, reeling, rocking kettles spilling
Thunder through the air
Electric
Charge!
Wham!
Sucker punch inside the gut
Ah! Oh! Man!
Now youre jazzin, Satchmo!
(Previously published in The Short North Gazette, July 2000)
Laurence Overmire
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Dull Revenge
Shakespeare must have seen it
400 years ago
How everything seems trivial at a certain
Point in time
Hamlet looking back, Polonius tombed,
From a hill of Fortinbrasd fortune
We too, with our dollars, accounts and bills
All these things to do
To stop ourselves from seeing
Death
Come to the doorstep, knocking with a
Cold hand
Those who dont even know us
Convinced that we must die
I dont know why
We need to feel superior
That God is on OUR side
But both sides are wrong somehow
Killing themselves
For no apparent
Reason, godlike gift permit
To fust in us unused
From this time forth, yea
All these thoughts, our weaker minds
Make bloody
Something or profoundly nothing worth
On these of all occasions
Sad history
Do indeed inform against us.
(Previously published in The Scrivener's Pen, Vol 3, Issue 3,2003; CER*BER*US, Apr 2003, #49)
Laurence Overmire
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