Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

An illness identified,
Can not poetically be romanced away.
Or described for laughs.
To depict this disease as common.
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Those who have participated,
In their own diminished quality of life...
To have ostracized and shunned,
The ones living their lives...
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You can not spit watermelon seeds
Across the street.
Not if you are watching it grow on a vine,
From the confines of someone's backyard.
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Love is not a test of will power.
Nor a fight kept to prove,
Who is right...
When being wrong is easy to admit.
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When there are those who insist upon doing things their way...
And they do things,
Their way.
Why is it they have negative things to say,
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Instead of lowering your expectations,
Seek a seat to sit...
Not so high in the bleechers.
You will immediately see clearer,
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If I did not know,
Releasing myself from my own issues...
And problems to make attempts to let them go,
I would still be blaming my kept insecurities...
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Aging to approach full bloom,
Is a blessing some may consider mixed.
Others may consider treasured memories reminisced,
As a collecting of experiences in a time to wish dismissed.
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Many can not, will not accept and/or refuse,
To agree to see it for what it is.
Regardless of the topic to have it stopped.
Even if described as a forest,
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Why is it one seems to be able,
To hold onto a dollar for days?
And yet...
Hundreds of dollars would take just hours,
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