Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Stuck in a backed up duct...
A flow has start to slow.
And there one sits until a busted luck,
Erupts!
...

Don't pick up any rocks...
To thrown them.
Put them down.
...

Haven't you done 'you' enough?
I mean...
Isn't hearing how tough life is,
Laid on others' ears...
...

Why is it that headache makers,
Are the first to participate in the generating...
Of annoyances wished to inflict,
And knowing this?
...

'Where is 'my' beginning? '
I see this negligence in children's eyes.
I see their intelligent minds ignored,
By unfocused parents...
...

You've got me,
Beaming down from the stars.
You've got me,
Leaping Venus and Mars.
...

Save your leftovers,
And don't you think about it.
Throwing them out to just,
Waste away.
...

Tortured are their portraits,
Hanging.
A few undusted for many years.
And depicting scenes,
...

Open up your heart to unlock it.
From all the dislikes you've got.
Stop and open up your heart to start,
Accepting things that you rather not.
...

If I encourage you,
To always be yourself.
With a doing of this...
Wanting it to do.
...