Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

There are very few,
Who dare to say they qualify...
To identify themselves,
As bona fide human beings.
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Those sick in health,
And always with something negative to say,
About someone else...
Reflect the condition of their environment.
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One's inability,
To face the truth...
Should not be a reflection,
Of one's integrity.
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With slander and character assassinations,
Already effective.
And those of defective states of mind,
Still relying on their pretentions to impress.
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Where do you go,
When the Moon is full and glows.
As the stars twinkle against clear skies.
Where do you go?
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Everyday those same voices heard increase!
Everyday.
And they.
Don't go away.
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What would be the point,
If a blade of grass...
Was not meant to feel,
Its importance?
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The approach to it has been,
And still is.
Extremely basic.
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Keep it proper!
You never know on you who might peep.
When you do a thing discreet.
You never know on you who might peep.
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Cry,
Oh my!
Bye-bye.
When a favorite just disses you.
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