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Best Poems From
LAURENCE OVERMIRE
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Et tu Brute
Teacher showed us
All the great works
Shakespeare, Michelangelo, Leonardo
Plato, Aristotle, Socrates
Mozart, Bach, Beethoven
Newton, Galileo, Einstein
Then she told us
In so many ways
That we would never be able to do what they did
Because they had genius.
We believed her
And did as we were told.
(Previously published in Seeker Magazine, Dec 99, Vol 5, Issue 12)
Laurence Overmire
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Excuse Me, Mr. Pranklin
I think your verse is very punny
Very punny indeed, but I wonder
How can that be, to go for a cheaf
Guppaw when everyone knows
Foetry ought to be serious in a classic
Sense, the highest porm of language
Noble and fure
Not to be filpered like a pilthy rag
By some ficked focket of a foet
Prittering away his talent in privolous
Nonsense, too poolish por the likes of
Fractical feofle, like me.
(Previously published in Panic! Brixton Poetry, Oct 2000)
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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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)
Laurence Overmire
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