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Best Poems From
LAURENCE OVERMIRE
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In a tiny room
the dust upon the floor
a cache of broken curios
tables cluttered clean
my life tumbled here about me
years have dripped across the walls
and pools of wasted seconds
stain the carpet and the tile
no sound can shatter silence
the dreams are buried here
do not disturb the dead
a tiny room
my tomb.
(Previously published in Rustlings of the Wind, Spring 2000)
Laurence Overmire
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In and Out
The door outside the self
...opens from within
But locks from without
...block the passing inside.
(Previously published in Bardo Burner, Jan 2000, no.12)
Laurence Overmire
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In Memory Of
His name is on a quilt.
It hangs in the museum.
People from all over
Come to look
At names theyve never heard.
I just wish they could know
The person behind the name.
Then maybe theyd understand
The cost
Of what weve lost.
(Previously published in Creative Voice, Feb.2000; Footprints, Vol.3 No.2, Autumn 2000)
Laurence Overmire
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In Our Little Worlds
Boxed in tight corners of unreality
We believe we know
Understand, perceive
Things greater than
Platitudes served on chafing
Dishes
Forces over which we command
Nothing
Ideas promulgated without censure of
Fact
Yet so certain is our
Conviction
We would defend it, immorally
To the death.
(Previously published in CER*BER*US, XLVII, Fall 2002)
Laurence Overmire
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