Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

You're gone...
And still I'm trying to find you.
A laughter quick,
With amusing wit is missed.
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She took his lips off her chiseled busom.
Saying mothering,
Had caused her suffering.
Her newly planted breasts,
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Thank you for reminding me,
Of my blessings.
Thank you for stopping,
My flow of complaints.
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On the 'Butt Kiss' List...
Many are now finding,
Their time invested misplaced.
Saddened faces fallen from grace,
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We do ourselves an injustice,
By demeaning the efforts of our own!
And when that is done,
Nobody wins...
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If there is no true serenity
In the divinity that is being fed,
Or preached.
And it does not release one
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People may cry...
When happy sometimes,
For reasons.
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What is this mystic mischief?
Coming to stir upon our wish for peace.
Creating divisions increased by bigotry released.
There is a method in this madness...
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We all are pawns to planned speeches and day old bread.
It's stale no matter how it's nibbled...
Wrapped around the tongue,
Or followed by reheased sincerety.
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There is a buffet to taste!
A banquet of assorted nibbles to consume...
And they claim their ways are 'down-to-Earth',
With back home thoughts and yesterdays,
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