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Best Poems From
LAURENCE OVERMIRE
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Stuffy Nose
The poet learned his trade
In English Class, at University
Stuck gobbledygookus up his nose
and sneezed
Oh my said the teacher
Gazing at the wordy scramble dribbling
...across the page
How scintillating and inspiring!
And so impossibly obscure!
Im having a coffee klatch this evening.
Would you care to attend?
(Previously published in ZZZ Zyne, XXIX, November 2000)
Laurence Overmire
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The Word
There is a word
Somewhere
Hidden
In the dark, back wayward recesses of my brain
The perfect word
That fits the cadence and the rhyme
The word
That makes sense of all
The confusion
The word
That wonderful word
Is waiting
And all that remains
Is for me
To find it.
(Previously published in The Aurorean, Vol.5, Issue 1, Dec.1999; Poetry Soul to Soul, Apr 2002; The World's Strand Anthology,2007)
Laurence Overmire
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To Face (senryu)
Looked straight at the son
blinded by the seeing
truth shining in the eyes
Laurence Overmire
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To Gov. William Bradford (of Plymouth Plantation)
I think of you now
My 10th great grandfather
I think of you now when
I should have thought of you
Many times before.
The debt of gratitude I owe
Too great to ever be repaid
If not for you, I would not
Be here.
And yet, how many others can say
The same
This entire nation perhaps was
Held together by the seed of your
Committed strength and character.
Across the great ocean you came
And left all but a dream behind
Your wife, lost overboard
Before she ever set foot to shore.
Yet you endured, you and only a
Handful of those who started the
Long and perilous Mayflowers journey
Survived that first
Decimating winter.
How did you keep their spirits up?
How did you buoy your own?
We do not think of the price you paid
Not now, in our comfortable beds
What is it to us, who never look back and
Blindly stumble forward
Tripping over our own ghosts?
We might do well to seek your wisdom.
How did you do it?
The truth is in the soil
The land claimed and made
Holy by your unwavering faith
A promise clasped in your
Firm hands: of justice, with honor.
You saw the opportunity, didnt you?
You refused to let us down.
The chance was there
Perhaps the last chance for all
Mankind
To create something different, something new
Something far better than the weary
Unyielding world
Had ever seen before.
(Previously published in Honor and Remembrance, Indelible Mark Publishing,2007)
Laurence Overmire
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