Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems
$10 a Gallon?
$10 a gallon? For what? 'Does that really matter now?
(The) Acceptance of a Nothingness
Somehow the meaninglessness... Many describe as senseless, Has a meaningfulness... In a useful kind of way.
A Broken Heart Within
A broken heart within me knows, What loneliness is... When it is left to linger, And slowly grows to wither in wishes!
$5 a Barrel of What?
Oil? Now sold at what? Five dollars a barrel? This is an immediate sign,
(The) Bigger Lie
Which liars deny, They did or did not tell... The bigger lie. Or acknowledge any used,
(The) Benefit of Needless Conflict
Blessed are those, Who awaken with insight! Those who have been shakened, From a need to maintain...
' The Freed of Getting Frisked at Your R...
We are pleased you have chosen to run again, For public office. However... There are a 'few' who donated to your campaign efforts,
(The) Budding Grace of April
It's the 28th of April, And the 29th comes soon. The 27th was a Friday that passed, In a year that speeds...
(The) Fate of Fatal Lovers
Fated to be in a togetherness... No one comprehends but them. The fate of fatal lovers,
Michael Joseph Jackson
Glamour and the price of fame... May produce a name. Bright among rhinestoned stars. In shallow glistening galaxies.
As my 62nd birthday approaches... I will again be celebrating my 31st. With familiar gratitude. And with God's hopeful blessing.
'...I feel like I've been robbed! '
We've both made choices. Not once did I question Those you made. I never compared your way of life...
...and 'now' I lay me down to sleep
...and 'now' I lay me down to sleep. Before on more nerves of readers I keep. And when I arise after getting some 'shut eye'... I 'may' seek to annoy others with my point of view.
It doesn't seem like it... But I'll be 60 soon! Sixty years Of some heartbreak,
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$10 a Gallon?
$10 a gallon?
'Does that really matter now?
When it approached
One dollar per gallon...
You should have voiced your concern then!
Not when your pockets have gotten thin.
And deepened to hold more lint!
You want to make cents?
Put these sunglasses on.
Grab a twig from a bush...
And get to begging!
You might gain some sympathy,
From someone who recognizes you are in disguise.
And they are in the mood,
To share with you their good attitude.
IF they have some of 'that' left! '