Laurence Overmire Poems

There were bombs exploding in Iraq
Babies turning blue in the immovable quash of rubble
A government twisting truths into the most
Outrageous kinds of lies
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bitter, sweet, lover
happy, sad, impossible
tragedy of hearts
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Early in the morning, before rehearsals
A cup of coffee in the student union
Relaxing on sofas
Talking about anything and everything
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If life can’t be loved
Lived long with passion
The deep caress of soulful
Night and day
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Little Boy Bob
Turned 20
Smoked a joint with his headphones on
Said
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The essence of a life is in the face
Each wrinkle etched with a memory

What was once young and beautiful becomes
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Pretty cards inked with flowers, beaches, boats and such
Do not express
What lurks within the heart
There are no sugar-sappy words for
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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
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The cowboy poet
Still sings
His storied melodies ‘round a flickering fire
On the wide open range
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