Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Petty People...
Could care less if they are petty.
That's who and what they are.
Constantly seeking the center of attention,
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You may claim not to know my name.
But I remember,
You're the same 'old' you.
And if our love had remained...
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You want me to believe in you.
In everything you may say and do.
But when you almost touch my trust...
There is something that you do,
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When I stopped taking the offensive side,
Immediately as I had done...
In my inexperienced past.
With a doing,
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If I could only chase away,
Every disappointment that had come your way...
To stay and not appease,
Your expectation to be please.
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I make what I do look easy.
So naturally,
Those who believe they know me...
Think there is no effort applied.
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Forums held on diversity and inclusion,
Seem to reveal one thing...
There has been a reluctance to admit,
Divisions exist.
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Few will ever risk it.
Or admit this from their lips...
It's hard to find and keep,
Sophisticated love.
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There is something about protecting to keep,
A child innocent and away from reality...
Eventually makes not one bit of sense.
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The Ides of March come.
Seven days preceding the 15th day
Of every other month.
What significance did the Romans give this?
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