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Best Poems From
LAURENCE OVERMIRE
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Shopping for the Perfect Card
Pretty cards inked with flowers, beaches, boats and such
Do not express
What lurks within the heart
There are no sugar-sappy words for
Pain. Grief. Loss.
Violation.
We hallmark our relationships with illusions
Saccharine sentiments
To sweeten the bitter taste of salty unshed tears
Festering
In the wounds of famil-i-ar
Battles lost, never won.
(Previously published in Nuvein, Feb.2000, Issue 7)
Laurence Overmire
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Show Me the Egress, Please
The movie was hilarious
A barrel of laughs
Ninety minutes of side-splitting fun!
Thats what the TV said
Insistently, as we sat down to dinner.
What a surprise, then, to find
Neath the glow of the projector
No one in the theater gave so much as a chuckle
No, not even a smirk
Especially after the hard-earned shelling of
Eight wasted bucks!
(Previously published in Undertow, July 2000)
Laurence Overmire
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Sight
I see
In your eyes
The beginning of Time
Fragrant flower
In new-made Earth
Unfolding its soft blush of color
Many-petaled splendor
In the blinking morn
I see
In your face
The sharp blade of sorrow
Born of a legion
Of tempest-tossed tears
The wisdom of the ages
Encapsulated there
I see
In your heart
The soft ray of starlight
Glistening like sapphire
Through the void
Of blackest night
I see
Now and forever
Are one and the same
With you here beside me
Together
I see.
(Previously published in Potpourri Romance, Dec.1999)
Laurence Overmire
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Silver Screen
We take a little man
Somewhat more appealing than the rest
Blow him up 50 feet high
His face as big as a storefront window
A godlike Colossus to straddle
The straits of our inadequacy
Shoulders to carry our burden of failure
Champion of our dignity
Always honorable, never cheap
He makes us believe we are better than
We are
He fights when we need to fight
Feels when we need to feel
Thank God we never chance to meet him
Short and balding in the flesh, without make-up
Hear silly words, words that are his own
Not scripted out of myth
What a shock that would be
Why
Wed have to completely re-evaluate
Who we are
And whats worse
Uncomfortably disillusioned
Find something else to do on Friday nights
That doesnt require much
Thinking.
(Previously published in This Hard Wind, by EWG Presents, Oct.2002)
Laurence Overmire
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