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Best Poems From
LAURENCE OVERMIRE
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Farewell, Fond Traveler
Farewell
Fond traveler
Your ship sets out to sea
With only the stars to guide you
And the light of a whispering moon
Beyond the shoals and reefs of Time
You pass into the deep.
What wonders must await you
What mysteries abound
In those far-off lands of eternity
The palaces of God.
And as you pass those distant isles
Where the shimmering waters fall
Down the stony cliffs of nevermore
To the shores of always-will
Listen once again to the wind in the waves
And the cry of the gull in the sky
And think back for a moment
To a dream that was
And another
Yet to come.
(Previously published in Somniloquy, Oct.1999, Vol.3, No.4; Some Words: A Place For Poetry, Nov - Dec 1999)
Laurence Overmire
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Father and Son
Ive walked a wall around my father
Choosing angles from different sides
Point of reference at no return
And wondered where the intersection
Of two points on a line.
And diagrammed completely every sentence
Subject verb
Touching every principle that modifies a man.
We are the darknesses uncolored
Shapes that havent taken form
Our pseudo-self-dimensions are transparently inept
So here I am without conclusion
An inequality unborn:
There is no mathematic in the muddled myth of man.
(Previously published in Friction Magazine, Winter 2000, Vol 2, Issue 1)
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Faust on a Cell Phone
The corporate BigBoy
Bribed me with a
Sport Utility Vehicle
Sure, I can drive around on Sundays
And impress the chicks
At the Laundromat
But for sixty, seventy hours a week
I have no will of my own
Im just a spineless snake-oiled salesman
With a vicious appetite for
Dupes
The kind of guy even I dont want to associate with.
But if I quit
Theres alimony and child support and
Oh, hell
Excuse me, but Ive got to make some more cold calls.
(Previously published in Main Street Rag Poetry Journal, Vol 5, No 1 Spring 2000)
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Fear
Fear
is a vulture
that hangs on the heart
of the bravest soul
Waiting to sink
long greedy talons
into blood red flesh
and render it
Lifeless.
(Previously published in Transcendant Visions, Fall '99)
Laurence Overmire
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