Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Anyone who becomes persuaded,
To allow outsiders to interfere...
In 'their' private relationship.
With a giving of opinion.
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I have felt pain.
But there was nothing to gain,
By a prolonged weeping to achieve.
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I make no attempts,
To 'now' walk through doors,
That to me once had been closed.
Although it makes me happy for those,
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It never ceases to amaze me,
How those who have freshly awakened...
To live their own lives after chasing rainbows,
Assume others are wasting theirs away...
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How difficult is it,
For someone to pick from a selection of rocks...
To take one to wash and keep?
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Just because you do not wish something to exist,
Why must you campaign to destroy its presence?
To present and allow what you have created,
An influence to achieve a believable significance?
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Subjectively speaking,
And with a hint of objectivity...
I can only direct my comments,
To those topics I have selected to know.
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If something once strongly felt,
Is no longer there...
Existing to feel naturally,
Even the presence of a hypnotist...
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She didn't want him to grow up,
Like his father.
So she requested the judge sentence him,
To think about those misdeeds done he did...
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The door I open to close behind me,
Would be less routine...
If I knew,
You'd be awaiting in a room...
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