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POETRY OF LAURENCE OVERMIRE
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The moon
pulling the wind through
my hair
All measure of who I was
lost
in the whispering song of the surf
leaving
only footprints in the sand.
No Defense
The truth is often unwanted
Often undesirable
And in finding it
The pain associated
More than mortality can bear.
Spirit connects
Drink
All time contained
My fate, it seems, was
The luck I needed
How does one reconcile
The key is to accept.
To not allow the quirk
Before I was born
That primordial possibility that
Refused to yield an answer
The question itself was enough
The breeze upon my face
The dream of tomorrow awakening.
To soar beyond
Becoming more aware
God creating Himself
Truer to the form
He once imagined.
In order to see the redeeming positive
Clearly.
must realize
(at our peril)
in the course of diminishing time
that
opposites are merely
different
unlike sides of the same
coin.
Yet animals are forever true
Too arrogant
we grope
proud Death
your hoary face need not intrude
to the edge of an unknown
and when in time
the hand I know not
remembers
its color and touch
Again.
Accept everything
You will never be disappointed.
To help us overcome
To transcend the grim reality
2 objects
Then somehow
Same Beginnings
Religion dissects
One from another
Ideas of superiority and moral right
One to another
The likeness of God imbued in heavenly faces.
Offering
Take a bite of the word
Both body and soul
The blood of my heart
Poured in goblets
In a moment of giving
The bittersweet draught of life
Made holy
In the sharing.
Odds and Ends
I did very well with
The things I could control.
It was the things I couldn’t
That destroyed me.
Like most perhaps
A lifetime of misfortune.
Could not or would not be
Created.
Injustice
With a world order that is supposed
To make sense?
To live with grace
Despite the failing.
Of a dispassionate universe
To snuff the spark
Of dignity, of surviving
In the face of insurmountable
Odds.
Seascape
The sea takes me back to that place
Shooting Star
The soul is connected
To the infinite
And carries the incalculable potential
The confining limits of
Earth’s fatal gravity.
Divine Comedy
Consciousness is evolving
Good and Bad
The strong negative is necessary
Heads and Tails
Foolish humans we
Beastly Ideas
We humans like to think of ourselves
As being
Better than the animals
Smarter, and undoubtedly closer
To God.
To their God-given natures
Communicating well-enough
With canny precision
In languages we are perhaps
To understand.
Prayer
helpless
we feel
are we
what power
is there
to stem an invisible tide?
we hope
the rope
is cast
into the formless void
grab hold
believe
the future is mapped
in determined presence
our thoughts
sing forth
like arrows
to still the implacable foe
stand back
while Life is yet
Defiant.
Wade in the Wave
Every stone I cast
on water ripples
world
another stone skims past
rippling why
the choosing of the rock
immortal, divine.
The Second Coming
You won’t believe me when I say this
Indeed I speak it still in fear
But the memory lingers with me, like the wound of a rusty nail
I saw the face of Jesus
Yes it’s true
No please don’t mock me
I did not believe it either, I did not recognize him at first
But then neither did the twelve in that dim ether long ago
His eyes were filled with love, inexplicable to me
And yet there was an anger and a sorrow, even fear
His hair was matted, rather dirty
And the clothes were worn and tattered, hardly elegant or refined
Yes, you laugh
And think I’m crazy
But I tell you that it’s true
I saw the face of Jesus
Imploring and alone
If only I’d seen him sooner, but I didn’t recognize him, you see
Till his body lay stiff and cold
Swaddled in the corner of the subway station, only ten or twelve years old
Homeless and forgotten
And believe me, you who will, with more venom than the Pharisees
Pontius Pilate and the rest
We have crucified Him
The Truths
that are the hardest to look at
are the ones
that bear
The closest scrutiny.
It is what it is
Expect nothing
and
and
From Out the Head of Zeus
Life is inherently disturbing
That’s why we’ve created the myths
Defend or deny
Of what here seems to be.
The Known World
According to quantum principles
In separate and distinctly
Different
Space and time
Can, in an instant
Communicate, give and take
Back and forth
Without
Exchange of energy or
“Information signals” of
Any kind
I know this
Person I don’t know
Animal I can’t see
Plant I can’t conceive
We are
Together, at once
Connected and
Dependent, independently
One to each and every
One another.