Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

How easy has it been made,
For anyone to lift...
An accusatory finger to point to someone else,
As a reason for their problems?
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Return those evils to where they come from,
Father.
Or...
Let them become aware,
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You have exhausted your wits.
That is what you say about it.
To promote, market and sell...
The artistry of others.
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What would you do?
If all your issues had been fixed.
Tell me,
What would you do?
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No man can love another man,
Like a woman when its been tried.
And...
No woman who knows love,
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Standing in the heat to sit,
Like...
A Sycamore.
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You're upset with regrets,
And yet...
You keep them in your weeping.
I think for you the best thing to get,
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When the muffin has been eaten,
It is gone.
To savor the flavor and taste of it,
Doesn't last very long,
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It's hard to keep one's focus,
Kept centered on a map...
When a giving to distractors,
A snack who have a knack...
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The way green grass grows in Spring,
Returning from Winter's chill...
To renew with an offering that brings,
A missing of what is wished.
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