Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

A receiving of a happiness,
Isn't imminent.
Or unlimited,
If...
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I don't want anymore anonymous stuff,
Some say I must put up with in my cup.
Nothing in the cup I hold will dust from rust.
Since corrupted cups to hold I just don't trust.
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Too many fools have allowed,
Ignorance to tolerate and make appearances.
To then welcome the entrance of it,
Inside their homes with a freedom to roam.
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Smoozed by gloss?
Rushing to buff up the gleam that shines?
Afraid to show dust collects on precious possessions?
And when defects begin to appear,
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If a doing causes you undo strife,
Why is it there in your life to live?
And...
If tears appear to flow and drop,
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'We, the people of laws and rules to follow,
To uphold and maintain the wishes of realities...
Carved in stone and steel to never rust,
And over centuries kept in vaults free of dust.
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Twenty thirteen was a bit too much.
You can turn your back and leave it.
Turn your back you can to leave it.
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Using looks and appearances,
Of people and things...
To pre-judge with assumptions done,
To perceive kept preferences...
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Let's get to the bottom of this.
Let's get to the bottom and do it quick.
Was I there for you?
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Of course I made to you promises,
With the wish to fulfill them.
And a delivery by you to be received.
But I did not expect and I bet neither did you,
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