Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Minus and sitting well below zero,
I feel sometimes inside my mind.
Too many pluses of bitter memories nibbling,
Temporarily.
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Who knows what's on their minds,
Or which definitions for them have changed...
To fit their disloyal temperaments.
They wish to be so far on the side of right,
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I like,
Those moments of life you live...
Shared with me.
Free to abandon the maddening crowds,
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Perhaps I can attribute it,
To my imagination.
Or my daring to take chances.
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In the aftermath of truth.
And the leaving behind,
The debris of wasted time.
Will those minds still clinging on,
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I've never said anything to you,
I did not mean.
My record for being direct,
Should not in your mind be questioned.
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Perhaps I should not be so quick,
To express my lack of disappointment.
But my take it or leave it attitude,
Developed from realizing...
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There is nothing about a yesterday lived,
That can be done to redo to correct...
With a reliving that satisfies,
More than the content of the time given.
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As if flashes of light,
These days come to pass so fast.
And those hanging onto vivid memories,
Of times that are gone...
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On several occasions,
You have openly and in public...
Dismissed me.
You 'have' to remember it.
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