Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

There has been no time you've spent,
Listening to one thing I've meant.
Or pretend you understood,
To com-pre-hend.
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Seeking a familiarity,
That comforts a nervousness?
Seeking to be gratified by a confirmation...
That allows for a polishing of pride,
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You can not be serious?

'Oh...
I am.'
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You and I,
Should stop to see...
We are the glue.
And not merely just commodities.
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Those brave faced days,
Have been packed to put away.
What is felt as seen...
Is no longer emotionally,
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I 'use' to wonder as a child,
Why there were so many elderly people...
Packed inside the church,
My mother made sure...
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Isn't it easy to accuse someone,
Who is relied upon to be accountable...
For abandoning those that take their own irresponsibility,
As belonging to the one they take for granted!
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How does it feel,
To have your realities debated?
To have your essence of your way of life...
On the precipice,
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Please...
Spare me the wide eyed sincerity.
If you were,
As you've stated...
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There has to be something somewhere pleasant,
Besides the deluge today of unpleasant news.
Someone somewhere with a smile shown bright,
Has to find life more than existing just to gripe.
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