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Best Poems From
LAURENCE OVERMIRE
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Holy Matrimony, Batman!
Exposed to the kryptonite of her prodigious charms
He got married, poor fool.
All hell broke loose
And not even a caped crusader
Could save him from the torment
Of a human being who had a will
Completely opposite to his own.
Jokered into submission
The Man of Steel became a poodle in a handbasket
Forsaking the steamy nightlife of Gotham
The drinking, the gambling, the bowling with the boys
To stroll, instead, through the arid wasteland of a mall
Tagging behind the Missus
Browsing aimlessly through the aisles
Hunting for sales on lamps and shoes and
Shower curtains
(And quaint little gifts for the Mother-in-Law
Who moved into the spare room off of the den
When he wasnt paying attention.)
[Previously published in Metromania Magazine, Summer 2007]
Laurence Overmire
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Homestead
Considered too small at five foot five
To manage the farm
My grandfather Irl
In the nineteen teens
Was cast out into the world
To fend for himself
Like so many others
Driven from the land
Never to return
He survived with his mind
A teacher, a thinker
A harvester of spirit
And I, and his descendants
Follow his lead
With not one patch of ground
But a world to call our home.
(Previously published in Miller's Pond Poetry Magazine, January 2001, vol 3)
Laurence Overmire
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Humpty Dumpty Sat on a Poet
He and she
still sucking their thumbs in a nursery
childish sort of way
Demand
Poetry have rhyme, be fun and cheerful
like a Popsicle, otherwise
they cant possibly understand
(never applying their minds to the idea)
How anyone can call it
Poetry.
(Previously published in The Hold, Oct 2003)
Laurence Overmire
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Ice Star
What tidings do you bring
Like Mercury from the gods
You fiery-footed herald
Of the vast unknown?
How many civilizations did rise and fall
Since your last report?
How many seas have vanished
From the cosmic shores
Burned to vapor neath a million suns
And how many creatures spent their final breath
Separate and alone
On the brink of time?
You have the answers
You refuse to speak
Or perhaps
We do not hear
Your foreign tongue
Those flaming words enchant the eye
But miss the brain.
I cannot see you now.
You stray too far.
Afraid to touch this brittle earth
Hurtling toward the gulf of black eclipse?
Send my regards
You vagabond Prince
To those distant stars
Beyond the light
And whisper my story
To the sleeping moons
Nestled in their pillows
Of galactic dust.
And when next you return
And find me gone
Listen for an echo
And speak for me
To the wondering world
Below.
(Previously published in Poetry DownUnder, March 2000)
Laurence Overmire
Read more: alone poems, star poems, light poems, world poems, time poems, rose poems, sleep poems
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