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Best Poems From
LAURENCE OVERMIRE
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Man Overboard!
It seems to me, in the end
(Or perhaps the beginning?)
It is the ego that dies
While the spirit soars to
A new and higher awakening.
(Previously published in PRIVATE Intenational Review, No.38, Sep 2006)
Laurence Overmire
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Manly Man
Hey there,
Little man.
Names Jack.
Big Jack they call me.
See that.
Thats hair.
Ive got hair on my chest.
You know what I can do?
I can flip a coin off my bicep
And catch it in my hair.
Women like that.
(Previously published in Office Number One, Issue 25, Dec.1999; Cotworld, July 2001)
Laurence Overmire
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Maybe The Trees
Maybe the trees have lost their eyes
And the wind its wicked wisdom
The sand sifts through the glass
Unnoticed
The rivers cry in the dark phase
Of an old moon
Hear me, O Sun
Give life to the branch
Soil to the root
Fast water, graceful rain
A rising tide to wash away
Sorrow
We must emerge
Together
The upheaval of a great mountain
Through stratified rock
A peak of glistening snow
To claim the heavens as our
Own.
(Previously published in Autumn Leaves, July 2003; World Poet's Society, July 2006)
Laurence Overmire
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Medicine Man
My totem is the eagle
That flies through the spirit world
Seeing from above
All that lies below
On the wing of my words
Hear
The sigh of the wind
That carries the feather
To Earth.
(Previously published in PRIVATE Intenational Review, No.38, Sep 2006)
Laurence Overmire
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