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Best Poems From
LAURENCE OVERMIRE
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Victims
there is sadness in her eyes now
an innocence lost
beaten by indignity and callous
misunderstanding
the arrows of life
wound with impunity
Cupids bloody bow
is strung with a million hearts
wisdom bought at a terrible price
and love laid to rest
on the river of Time.
(First published in Emotions, Vol.2, Issue 4, Apr.1999; The Poet's Porch, Aug.2001)
Laurence Overmire
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Vocabulary
The poet lives
In a simple word
The common place touched
By all
Moving mountains of
Sediment
With a straight forward
Dash of truth.
(Previously published in Poetry and Art, Feb 2001)
Laurence Overmire
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Voices
Man:
I am imprisoned
I suffocate here
Pubescent fingers clutch
Round my throat
And stop the sound.
Child:
You thrust me forward
I dont understand
The ordered world
I cannot cope
Let me find a corner
And hide.
The child must die
And allow me life
Or trip and fall
Indecisive folly
Afraid to challenge
Afraid to conquer.
But the child is the heart
Kindness without question
Natal innocence
The seed of being
No judgment
No anger
No vengeance to reap
Kill the child?
The man is the will
The core
The root
And cannot grow
In depleted soil
The aim
The ambition
Are driven through him
He must command
Or all will die.
Take hold
Together
Lead then if you must
The prison is yours
Claim it.
Dare to leap first
And the child will follow
Without him
Your carcass is hollow.
(Previously published in Rinse and Repeat Anthology, Scars Publications,1999)
Laurence Overmire
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Voodoo Chap
I have a dapper little
British voodoo doll
With bowler and umbrella
I like to take the pins out of
His head and stick them in
His butt to wake him up
And sometimes when I
Really want to frighten him
I take off all his clothes
So no one can tell
What class hes from.
(Previously published in Cotworld, Issue 11, Sept.1,2000)
Laurence Overmire
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