Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

The memory of losing a child,
Never leaves.
It is a feeling embedded in one's mind,
To remain as if a hole unplugged...
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There is a risk one takes,
In knowing oneself.
And to have self assurance,
WITH an identity one exposes to flaunt...
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Stuck under pressures...
I have learned,
I should...
Release.
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The facts remain to be as they are.
Your 'baby' has been imprisioned,
Not for those 'things' you attempted to give to him.
But for those things like discipline,
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These days as I age,
To feel blessed to experience...
A noticeable ache not there before,
To greet me as I awaken.
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It's in the meaning that comes,
That may not suit everyone...
With a getting to be done and quick.
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What do you have to lose,
By taking a chance?

'My...uh...'
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A mess left to deepen,
By those who now weep...
Yet they swept this mess to lay in the streets.
While shunning away those,
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Benefits with opportunities were there,
To stare them in the face.
Their chances weren't chances at all to take.
Just acknowledging their gratefulness,
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To read excerpts to re-interpret,
What has already been written...
With a version to proclaim one's creativity,
Is not original or innovative at all.
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