Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

We bring to each other what we have,
At that moment.
And each moment that we bring,
May not come from places familiar.
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Dreary drizzling nights.
Fall to mist on my parade.
There's nothing I can fight.
Or no one who comes,
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A writer.
I am glad that I am that.
So glad I am that way!
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My Lord and I decided...
That we were so divided
And He took me aside
And told me to boost my pride!
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Giving up this funk I got from the grinch.
Tossed my coin in the wishing well...
Just to make that grinch in me wince.
Routine business...
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Not intrigued by teasing.
Or one who welcomes being pushed to distress,
Awaiting someone's confessions of love!
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Void of perception...
An introspection,
Some don't understand.
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I don't see anything attractive!
Not a thing to keep me busy.
Nothing as a gadget either.
No remote or a sign of a frisbee.
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Whoever you are,
And wherever you are...
When you call my number!
Is it possible you can add more spice,
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Uh uh uh
Don't you touch that dial.
You tuned in on me...
And that made us both smile.
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