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Best Poems From
LAURENCE OVERMIRE
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Ringing
I meant it when I said it
I think there is no doubt
Yet theres a ringing in my head
I remember my hand was sweating
My finger yet unsheathed
Words went flying past me
But I uttered yes I did
Prompt-response and prompt-response
And words came back like an echo
From lips that I would kiss
I do. I will. I will. I do.
I Do Not Know
But somehow the lies were hidden in a guise of truth
A naive blinding
Mythic subterfuge
And idle vows easily broken
Senseless victims on a field of hollow dreams
Wounds and words are mixed in blood
Trickling memories
In and out
Of a two way mirror
Of holes.
Give me the words back
So I can spit them back in time
Where they belong.
(Previously published in Angelflesh, No.12, Spring 1999)
Laurence Overmire
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Riveted
once more the candle flickers
and dies
no gust of wind to fan the flame
and I stand riveted
Prometheus to a rock
the flesh slowly peeled
by carnivorous talons
hungry for new-bloods breath
chains without keys
rattle
in defiant rage
scorching the night
reverberating
thunder
to awaken the gods
hammering the gates with fired-lead fury
but there is no response
from Olympian heights
as the final dying echo
falls like a raindrop
in a puddle of silence.
(Previously published in Some Words: A Place For Poetry, Nov - Dec 1999)
Laurence Overmire
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Rope Tricks
The old cowboys are riding
Bicycles
Cant make a buck as a
Buckaroo, boo hoo
Little dogies smokin stogies
In slap back rooms, fat fingers
Counting stacks of moo-lah
Long, horned steers driving steaks into the
Hearts of heroes who
Once roamed the mighty plains
Drinking bitter root coffee and
Living
Just fine.
(Previously published in Cotworld, Issue 12, Oct 2000)
Laurence Overmire
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Rubik's Cubik
Life seems to pose
A continual
Challenge
To accept the flaws
Of family and friends
Things you cannot change
Things youll never like
Things that just dont make much
Sense
And the question is how
Do you accommodate
Their presence
or absence
In a life you must claim
As your own.
(Previously published in The Poet's Porch, March 2002)
Laurence Overmire
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