Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

There is a campaign that permits,
Denying truth an existence.
And if allowed to continue...
Threatens a valued humanness.
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If subjective objectivity
Depended on substance...
And its effective projected quality,
Few who nourish the encouragement of thought,
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I don't concern myself
With your perceptions
Of my point of view!
There is not a pair of shoes
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I sit,
Think and wonder...
What is 'this' that we are in?
Why are so many commited,
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Excited I glowed...
When with my uncles and aunts.
Feeling such a radiance,
In a sheltered ambiance.
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'He this...'
She says.
'She that...'
He replys.
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It's not polite to slam the door,
On the face of one who aggravates!
Invite them in...
And push them out the window instead!
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If I said pack it up
And put it in a truck!
Drive away from me forever
Since my doors to you will be shut!
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Economize my rise I've done.
And snipped from useless baggage kept,
With steps directed towards the Sun.
And clouded eyes are now so clear.
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Excuse themselves from war they try.
As if their deeds will disappear with alibis.
With theft and segregation ties...
Lies created now stare back in their eyes.
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