Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Changes can be painful.
To go through to be needed.
Changes come to hurt,
When the doing isn't done.
...

If I had committed my efforts,
To pretend I was without doubt or fear...
All my attempts would have been,
Pretentiously and with intent...
...

We are in the midst,
Of a slow moving plague.
And everyday people are showing,
Blatant signs displayed...
...

I don't want to discourage you from performing,
But...
Any other year and long before today's times began,
Your interpretive dance depicting the Ten Commandments...
...

Falling into slumber,
In a peaceful sleep relieved...
That steps I've taken,
Did not shaken me.
...

Taking throwback stances,
From those yesterdays distanced...
And minds since then long gone,
Maybe thought of as a remedy to cure the ills...
...

Maintaining a maintenance of one's sanity,
Requires constant discipline.
And the benefits of rest one gets...
Not outdated 'yet' or considered obsolete.
...

He,
Has not forgotten...
Where he came from.
Or the place of his birth.
...

Game ready folks,
Have a ridiculous response...
For every nonsensical mindless thing done,
They do.
...

What are you doing?

'A thorough Spring cleaning.'
...