Laurence Overmire Poems

The job is
The least productive time I have
Going through motions to make ends meet
Valuable minutes lost to insignificant others
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May mean the difference
Between a healthy, loving and caring
World
And a mean-spirited, ignorant and cruel
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No one can be defined
in a word
or a sentence
or a book
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If I take the time
To sit and write
Something comes out
Surprisingly, of value
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Smoking in a dark bar
Saroyan and me
Bottle half-empty, couldn't be
half-full.
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On a dark street marked "Hollywood"
Down a dirty, garbage-laden alley
'Neath the glow of a smog-downed moon
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A life on the farm
dirt in the hands of the Earth
the growing of seasons
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Life in the real world
Is impossibly dull, when compared to
The vibrant life of the mind
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The Great of my great great great grandparents fled
The bonnie shores of Scotland
Pinched for a penny by unscrupulous lairds
The time the land was cleared
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We are all alive and on the planet
Was a thought that came to me
Often in the not-too-distant
Long ago
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