Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

This season is the best.
With gifts to give and get.
Heard are voices singing,
Carols, hymns as bells ring...
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It is not unusual to hear from those,
Climbing up from out of crevices...
Or from behind cemented walls,
To volunteer unsolicited comments...
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When one travels alone,
And not from views high on a saddle...
Adventures are experienced,
Close to brush against and to touch.
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You gave it.
I ate it.
You told me I had rated.
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From my mind you had to leave,
And go.
Away...
From me.
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Sit in quietness to submit.
With a doing this to clear your mind.
Give it time and you will find...
Your mind will clear.
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The bottom line is this...
And anyone can predict the outcome.
With expected unquestioned results.
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It has already been done 'your' way.
With you to choose to refuse my advice.
And...
If I must say,
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Once there's a feeling,
Of a freedom that frees...
Once there's a feeling,
Of someone being whom they please...
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Healing from an ache is a big deal.
To maneuver skipping over many hurdles.
And doing what it takes is a big deal,
When a mending from a heart that breaks...
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