Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Letting go of a pain felt,
Is not with a time given...
A destination claimed,
For anyone else to suggest...
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I've,
Memories to keep.
I've,
Lived life for reasons.
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It wasn't the flowing blond weave,
Attached to your head like a hat.
Or those blue eye contacts.
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It is not that truth is disrespected.
It was never introduced.
It is those deceptions that are believed.
And the people are upset,
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Logic?
Only those idealistic,
Struggle with it.
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No I am not a Spring chicken.
Nor think of me,
As a Canadian Winter goose.
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Speaking one's mind,
Has a way of offending those who declare...
That the tone of one's voice,
And not the content...
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You don't like the tone of my voice.
Or the way in which it is used?
That's unfortunate.
Not for me.
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I've noticed children that lack discipline,
Are accustomed to their parents or guardians...
Shouting out demands to them.
With cussing heard that eventually is returned,
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It's not worthy to discuss,
An injustice done and performed...
By the intentions of someone else,
Who professes an innocence.
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