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Best Poems From
LAURENCE OVERMIRE
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Chernobyl
Pravda:
Two dead at Chernobyl.
No need to worry.
All is under control.
And the air deceives...
Life goes on
under sunny skies
in unsuspecting Kiev.
Thousands dead! Thousands flee!
screams the raving West
but who can say for sure?
And the rain runs red...
Life goes on
in the green Ukraine
oblivious
to the noise that has no sound
and the smoke that has no fire.
In a forest of silence
a seed will fall
to sprout from the deadly ground
hideous vines that choke the earth
and swallow the flowers that hide in the grass.
Pravda.
Truth.
All is under control.
What serpents await our Adam and Eve
When the truth becomes a lie?
(Previously published in Wired Art from Wired Hearts, Oct - Nov, '99)
Laurence Overmire
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Chomping at the Bic
A pen grew out of my eyeball and
Demanded I write down what I
Saw
Else my brain would be overrun
By foreign legions of emotion
Viking-like fellows with red
Beards
Yellow teeth and absolutely no respect
For women or children or the old folks
Who temper folly and guide us all toward
Wisdom.
(Previously published in The Hold, Sept 2003)
Laurence Overmire
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Clarion
The future is won or lost in the war of ideas
As we gather here today, our words flying into
The ether, they make war with loftier or
Meaner configurations of syntax and vocabulary
Out of this linguistic soup, making its way
Through a billion brains and
Five billion more
Half-starved stomachs
There are those few who take action
Those very few, for goodor for evil
Who dare to take a stand
To do something to
Change the world.
Where do you stand?
While the world passes you by and day becomes night
Twice as dark as before the last
Break of sleeping dawn
Before youve had time to
Set the alarm, pull the curtain, and rise up
Out of your much too comfortable
Skin.
(Published in 'Report From X-Star 10, ' by Laurence Overmire, Indelible Mark Publishing, www.imarkbooks.com)
Laurence Overmire
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Cock-a-Doodle-Youse
He goosed my heart until
I laid my golden egg
Which he promptly stuffed inside his
Turkey breast.
Then he flew the coop.
(Previously published in The Short North Gazette, Nov 2000)
Laurence Overmire
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