Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

The honey bees aren't the only ones,
Abandoning a sick outlook!
An antiquated conditioning process,
Long needing to be addressed...
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The rest might...
Criticize.
The rest might,
Analyze the times.
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Turn around.
Don't show me your back,
Give me eye contact.
Stop staring at the ground.
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You believe you have something I want.
Something of value,
I need to possess.
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You don't know the place I come from.
I'll leave you standing alone!
Standing alone.
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Whatever it is kept,
We keep to believe...
Nothing about how we breathe,
Changes.
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Bloated with promoted poses,
Upheld and exposed.
And...
Picked to be the ones depicted,
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The demons are up before dawn.
Exercising their right,
To throw havoc on your path.
They are up before you yawn...
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A shawl and bonnet she wore
From an era gone.
On a dusty road...
She walked bare foot,
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It's just a bunch of unconfessed mess,
Allowed to simmer until it boils over...
From a pot neglected set high to heat,
By those who felt it could be ignored...
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