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Best Poems From
LAURENCE OVERMIRE
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Resurrection
The moment waits for my embrace
Neglected, I am as one who never knows
What love can offer and reward.
Life
So dearly missed, is truly
Tragic.
I surrender to my happiness
Give up allegiance to all those little things
That pretend to matter and matter not.
I take this moment to be, myself
Conceived
I my own creation and certain destruction.
Returned to the light
I travel beyond time
Re-born and re-spirited.
The promise I make of myself
At last and forever more
Fulfilled.
(Previously published in Poetry Junction, April 2003)
Laurence Overmire
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Return
Staten Island Ferry
Churning seaward cuts the harbor glass
Its crystalline wake
Diamond bright in the midday sun
Old man on the deck
Looks up at man-made mountains of
Lead and steel
They do not return his gaze
They cant of course
See
The wonder in those aging eyes
What dreams have we
That build our towers to the stars...
Ah there she is
Proud lady, standing tall
Her golden torch ablaze
Does she still care
These many years
A young lad then
Wept grateful tears
In the smoky days of 44
Never to return to the blood-stained soil of
His fathers fathers
Orphaned
He surrenders his heart
To the maiden of the waves
Does she still care?
Follow the tear
In an old mans eye
And look to the beginning
Feel the hearts that beat
Unshackled joy
Forever to be
Free.
(Previously published in Indie Journal, Oct.1999; Footprints, Vol.3, No.1, Summer 2000)
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Revelations 2000
Armageddon came and went
Did you miss it?
Right there as the clock struck twelve
Hideous demons with pointed heads
Bleary-eyed ghouls
Tongues rolling, curling, spewing
Hot bubbly gas
A thunderous whirl of sound and light
Ghosts flying through the atmosphere
Carrying the cobwebs of their dead careers
In hopes of resurrection.
O a piteous sight it was
The beasts lolling on the floor
Wasted in stupor
Waiting for some miracle
To change leaden living into gold
Fire from some angry god
To make sense of lost time
That cannot be redeemed.
There is only tomorrow
Hanging over our heads
Another sun, another moon
Another chance.
How about that?
Who knew?
(Previously published in The Poet's Porch, July 2000; Poetic License, July 2000; The Hold, Jan.2004)
Laurence Overmire
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Reverie
In the open heath
Where the crowberry grows
Two lovers
Nestled in tall grass
Words and a dreamer
The clouds of the afternoon
Breaking low on the horizon
Warm blood in passionate sky
Pen upon paper
A poets paradise.
(Previously published in Apollo's Lyre, Spring 2007)
Laurence Overmire
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