Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

It may be too soon to know if tomorrow produces,
An overwhelming harvest of love...
That blooms to prove dreams do come true.
And to pick from them a doing as one chooses,
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I live to accept,
The life I have been given.
To know those choices made,
Were mine to do and not excuse.
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There's not too many people bleeding,
With it wanted done.
There's not too many people pleading,
With it wanted done.
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I am...
Only here committed with a giving to listen.
And hope that what I do will not confuse.
I am...
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Try being sincere with a giving of respect.
And I will meet you back 'here'...
In 48 hours.
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Within the midst of Spring,
I feel I have been reborn.
To do with a shedding successfully,
From all other seasons...
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So many today unaccustomed to the truth,
Would not have meaningful lives to live...
If they did not keep themselves readily accessible,
And open and free to accept the doings of liars.
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Most people who did this find they have been canned,
By those they chose and picked to adorn false labels.
And discovering they aren't so quickly being forgiven.
No.
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If it is believed,
The life you live is in need...
Of more love.
More joy and happiness to get.
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