Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

The thought of it is easy to read.
That is the intent.
As if it had been concieved.
And for you meant,
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From Italy to shores unknown.
She convinces she leaves footprints.
But her doors and windows...
Expose dust from a lack of being cracked.
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Your playing days with me are over.
I awakened this morning and declared them so.
Over and done are those childish antics.
A new day has dawned and you must go!
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You don't have to be,
Pleasing and sweet.
But publicly...
You treat me evil.
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What has all of life been reduced to?
A hyping of a joke promoted,
To be taken seriously.
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Fishing for just who has been paid,
To dismiss the red tape usually laid...
With a duplication generally instigated,
To complicate a masquerade paced to chase...
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The promise of a new day guarantees,
Something that leaves for many a familiarity...
With a yesterday that has moved on.
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To know love,
Is to recognize it first...
From within.
What is sought,
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A mind closed,
Will always announce...
With unsolicited opinion,
Its distance from comprehension.
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Sometimes just a few minutes given,
Pretending to listen...
Pays more of a dividend,
Than being considered rude...
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