Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

One can only fake a doing of 'that' undone,
To express vehemently in dramatic fashion...
With a convincing of those willing to listen,
For so long and in prolonged...
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Oh...
It could get icky, tricky and sticky.
Distastefully appalling and rude to upset,
Knowing where those wicked reside...
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Can you stop it.
With a doing to drop.
The past that has gone,
To forget and move on.
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You can expect something fresh from me,
With a dedication to keep on a daily basis.
I am not one to maneuver on roads already paved,
To peacock with a doing of slick moves.
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Persistent with consistent relevance,
That stays fresh and relates to what is current...
Yet slow to others to be felt to feel to be revealed,
Has a way of never becoming outdated.
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The only ones fearing to leave a phase of life lived,
To move on and accept that which 'is'...
Are the ones disbelieving those who have aged and matured...
Have done it without a thought of doing it to offend.
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A drought of meaningful thoughts,
Has brought upon a prolong dry spell.
With a withering away of recious relationships,
Meant to keep strengthened by honesty intended.
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Exposing one's imperfections,
To openly confess to address...
Upsets those idealistic.
With wishes to keep,
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A population teased to feed the opulence,
Of a few praising to worship...
The benefits of kept decadence,
Can be directly accredited to their obsessions...
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Rumors and lies seem to fly as high as kites,
In the breezes of Spring to untighten Winter jaws thawing...
When someone believed known achieves an unexpected notoriety.
And quick are those to dismiss the accomplishment,
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