Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Even the eagles' greed have killed them!
Can you believe?
Bald eagles wet and can not fly?
Gorging themselves over wasted fish to die!
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'This'...
Does not come as quick.
As picking up a pen.
To think of something that begins.
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Although my comments were specifically stated.
A comprehension that was mentioned,
Relayed an unrelated message much foreign to mine.
And when I made attempts to correct this,
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Get me back,
On that right track
Baby.
I kept myself delayed,
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I am so grateful,
That your perceptions of who I am...
Has nothing to do with me at all.
And who it is I know myself to be.
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You will find me.
And when you do,
I will be as intriguing to you,
As an interlude.
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Offbeat but a rhythm keeps,
Doing what it should.
With a doing that it could be...
Offbeat,
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That beat.
Sometimes I lose that beat.
That natural beat that's in me.
And my...
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It is true.
I confess.
I have been spoiled.
And My Father,
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Big, bigger, bigger, big, big, big!
Big are they in the making,
Of a raucous that disrupts.
And...
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