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Best Poems From
LAURENCE OVERMIRE
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I asked (haiku)
I asked the question
but the answer never came
the wind hears nothing
Laurence Overmire
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I heard her whisper (senryu)
I heard her whisper once
a breath so soft it tickled
a dream that slipped away
Laurence Overmire
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I Saw Caesar in the Nude
a puffed-up, doughy sort of man
with flat feet and rolls of flesh that jiggled
improperly in the breeze. He didnt see me,
thank the gods, or he would have had me flailed
for snickering uncontrollably, Im sure. But
I was hiding neath the portico with a toga
stuffed in my mouth to prevent any sound from
escaping. I almost choked from the ordeal, but
to see the naked truth like that- Why, it might be
worth a good flogging now and then, just to put
this whole mortal thing in the proper perspective.
(Previously published in The Short North Gazette, Feb.2000)
Laurence Overmire
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I Want to Be
I want to be
A coffee pot
And hiss and steam and drip so smooth
And people will say
Damn, thats a good cup of coffee.
I want to be
A popcorn popper
Ill flip them kernels with a casual air
And puff and crackle
And people will say
Damn, this popcorn is de-lish.
I want to be
A big TV
Ill gabble and blab and mesmerize
Ill quibble and fibble and hypnotize
And people will say
Damn, Im sleepy, its time for bed.
I want to be
Something other than me
Something that someone will care about
Something that will mean something to someone day in and day out
And people will say
Wait a minute, who cares what people will say
Damn, Ill be just what I am.
(Previously published in Maelstrom, Vol 2, Issue 1, Dec 1998)
Laurence Overmire
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