Laurence Overmire


Laurence Overmire Poems

1. Bards In Arms 11/15/2004
2. The End Of The Twentieth Century 11/15/2004
3. Ice Star 11/15/2004
4. Dance Of The Wounded Heart 11/15/2004
5. Sink Hole 4/21/2006
6. The Politics Of Trees 4/12/2006
7. Sand In The Mouth 4/12/2006
8. The Second Coming 4/14/2006
9. Resurrection 4/15/2006
10. In-Betweens 4/17/2006
11. Poisoned Apples 2/22/2006
12. Beastly Ideas 2/23/2006
13. Chances 2/23/2006
14. Maybe The Trees 2/24/2006
15. Die Andere (The Other) 2/24/2006
16. Hanging With The Devil 2/24/2006
17. Pig Heart 2/25/2006
18. Mid-Life 2/25/2006
19. Still Life 2/25/2006
20. Sand Creek,1864 3/18/2006
21. Niagara 3/19/2006
22. In The Western World 3/20/2006
23. Fame And Fortune 3/21/2006
24. The Seeds Of Power 3/21/2006
25. White Knight 2/21/2006
26. Gettysburg, July 3,1863 2/22/2006
27. On Jack's Planet 2/22/2006
28. Tribute 2/22/2006
29. Seth, The Third Son Of Adam 2/22/2006
30. Big Fish, Small Pond 3/25/2006
31. The Angel And The Devil 2/25/2006
32. Optical Illusions 2/25/2006
33. Infidel 3/11/2006
34. The Burning Of Alexandria 3/11/2006
35. Forgive 3/11/2006
36. Man Called Thunder 3/17/2006
37. Two Motorists 3/17/2006
38. Throwing Away The Key 3/17/2006
39. Sight 3/18/2006
40. The Fifth Of October 2/19/2006
Best Poem of Laurence Overmire

Quasimodo: To Esmeralda

i look into your eyes
and see the stars
burning quietly
in a midnight sky
and i am humbled.

what hope have i
to rein a winged foal
dancing on a distant cloud
chasing the maiden moon
as she scatters her delicate veils
of luminous dust
on the sleeping earth below.

what hope have i
disfigured and alone
who cannot speak
and dare not feel
you will not hear the silent voice
that clamors in a trembling heart
you will not see the man
imprisoned by the shackles of his soul
you will not know
me.

i leave you now
lift your ...

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Bards In Arms

Poetry is the last bastion of free speech
The people's pure unfettered voice
We shall defend it at all costs
Against the numbing multitudes
The clamoring adversaries of the free word
The dull-witted patsies, posturing poseurs and
Picky pedants who would
Clamp our verse in chains

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