Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Give it up and don't accept,
Those tired bones.
Give it up and don't accept,
Those moans and groans
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Your point of view,
And values specifically chosen to choose...
With an elitist attitude that has fed on opulence,
No longer exists to tease as a lifestyle to get.
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Attempts to diminish historic contributions made,
To ignore the significance of them.
Or refuse to grant acknowledgement,
To the ones who influenced their implementation.
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I am fortunate to have known substance.
And the hard work associated to its achievement.
Just to be in the presence,
Of others who respected the value of it...
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I've been sold on love.
And have experienced the many differences,
Of how love can be depicted.
Disregarding the 'who' I shared it with.
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It has taken them with determination,
To prove together they could defeat him.
Or anyone with wishes to experience,
All that which tomorrow promises.
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No matter how far and wide,
Or clothed to masquerade in disguises...
To hide to keep hidden,
Influential deeds done by others...
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I had been cautioned not to take steps,
Beyond set boundaries I kept no regrets to dismiss.
But those who warned were always behind me.
Trying to convince by the shouting out their fears,
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They have been searching desperately,
With a seeking to uncover answers.
And they have looked under bushes.
Climbed trees to inspect leaves.
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Did I leave a false impression?
That left you to second guess?
And you have come back to arrange,
My passing of your test?
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