Laurence Overmire Poems

Out of empty space
Wood, mud, boulder, brick and
Stone
He created completely new worlds
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When you feel the stagnate of life
in the shoe
Time to move, to stir, to rally
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Art has to be foisted on people

Pushed through the doors of indifference
Stuck on billboards of vacant mind
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Those who have not heard the
Songs of the Fathers

Have not heeded the cries of
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Camelot in mist
years plunging 'neath the mortal waves
ideals lost at sea
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The Compassionate One
Whether he is the reincarnation
Of a particular soul or not is
Immaterial
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Sunrise on the bridge
light splashing through the arches
joggers chasing dreams
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I ride the wild horse
The windy steed with the bloody hooves
I have no reins, no control, no will of my own
My arms tight around the surging neck
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there is sadness in her eyes now
an innocence lost
beaten by indignity and callous
misunderstanding
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