Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I see them finding the time,
To dance to their own rhythms.
All of nature's best.
Dressed within each season...
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I'm not here to worship suffering.
Or gather with others...
To replay mindsets of limitations.
Invitations like these I don't accept,
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On the 'Butt Kiss' List...
Many are now finding,
Their time invested misplaced.
Saddened faces fallen from grace,
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People may cry...
When happy sometimes,
For reasons.
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What is this mystic mischief?
Coming to stir upon our wish for peace.
Creating divisions increased by bigotry released.
There is a method in this madness...
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We all are pawns to planned speeches and day old bread.
It's stale no matter how it's nibbled...
Wrapped around the tongue,
Or followed by reheased sincerety.
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There is a buffet to taste!
A banquet of assorted nibbles to consume...
And they claim their ways are 'down-to-Earth',
With back home thoughts and yesterdays,
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Stalled at the fantasy stage
With wishes window shopped
And credit cards near maxed out.
Whims on lay-aways
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Too bad...
Life is not as easy,
As a grab bag!
With selections to detect
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One knowing how to spell it,
Does not mean the definition is felt!
Comprehending the value,
Is much more a benefit than explaining its use.
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