Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Manipulators eventually are beset with inner conflict.
And confused as to which foot they began to stand.
All credibility from them has been lost,
When seen to hop from one foot to another...
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Preferences to feast,
Decrease.

Many admit that theirs...
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Some of you may become disappointed,
Your requests go unheeded.
With an attention sought...
You may believe deserved.
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Focus,
You may never have a chance to start again.
Focus,
There's no promises to end what just begins.
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Not a problem currently existing,
Can be seriously fixed...
To be revealed as is and dealt with!
Not if a continuous running away from it,
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Sitting mellowed out or not upon a couch.
With a peace one has,
Or has stopped.
All are finding,
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Interpretations of what has not been expressed,
But publicly addressed as a making of a threat...
And discovererd to be nothing more,
Than a friendly exchange one hides to ignore.
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I've yet not recovered...
From you,
My old lover.
No!
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LOL.

'We are here standing on your feet.
To prevent any moves you may take.
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Too much energy continues to be wasted,
By those who lock horns in heated debates.
Often it is the repetition that feeds a need,
For people finding themselves in these positions.
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