Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Some aspire to have it.
Many do,
With charisma too.
Others claim to fame,
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I have my insecurities.
And I am glad to have been younger,
To had been made forced to deal with them...
Publicly.
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Ticket sales
Not ratings.
That is what moves
Most commodities.
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Your turned back does not bother me!
What bothers me is your stupidity...
And your accepted ignorance!
You sink like those who refused to be told,
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Every inch of the fabric has been soiled.
The stars do not appear as bright.
The stripes are frayed and not as tight!
The color blue is not as crisp.
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The purple and orange in the sunsetting sky.
The smell of wood burning...
Delivering whists of kissed smoked drifts,
From chimneys of homes nearby!
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Best wishes to those
Whose hearts dropp in sorrow!
Best wishes and joy...
For a brighter Sun kissed tomorrow!
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It is now October,
And the wait for leaves to fall
Brings on quick breezes.
The colors tease them all!
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We watched each rung he took to climb,
And he chose the smaller one...
From which to take his dive!
And he won with a look of surprise!
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Take serious those gifts.
And talents you are blessed with.
So many are on a mission to seek payment.
To believe fortune and fame,
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