Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Things will be said about the one once ignored.
The one once a joke,
And providing laughing fodder...
To those who fidget.
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It's not a sin for those,
Who distance themselves...
As far as they can,
From the ticking of a clock.
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Feeling uncomfortable,
Inside your own home?
And although people reside within it,
Do you still feel all alone?
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Those putting a foot forward,
To breakaway from portrayals...
Others may lay to say some betray.
May just not be attempts to impress.
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I'm not into pretense.
Or perceive elements of its benefits.
I see none.
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If knowingly one stands in the rain...
One should prepare to acknowledge,
A wetness one gets.
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Winter is gone.
And again Spring is here...
On the scene.
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She has everything she has ever wanted.
A shallow and successful emptiness.
That is on the outside,
Quite impressive.
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Even their surfaced faith,
Has become a wailing dirge.
An addiction of myths mixed...
With mediocrity,
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It is what it is!
And nothing that occurs,
Retracks from its happening.
It is what it is as it is and nothing else!
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