Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

We speak with words,
And let the best we should receive...
Be those words to go unheard.
...

I remember once,
Of having the nature of giving.
And enthusiastic,
By the mere participation...
...

You've learned something,
That had not been part of gossip.
You feel betrayed by this...
And confront reliable sources.
...

It's yours.
You created it.
Do not attempt,
To put your crap on my back.
...

They are not saddened enough.
They expect more of it.
And that they did not get.
...

The ones that can not be reached,
Must be left alone.
When time after time again,
It is noticed no attic light is on.
...

With no thought to think,
Those who cut and paste...
Assume a creativity is taking place.
With a re-arrangement done,
...

I would say today...
These times we live,
Are getting extremely ridiculous.
...

Egos are fed
While the poor crawl the streets.
Homelessness has become big business,
For those pushing pens
...