Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Moody.
Broody.
But open her cage,
Let her go...
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No wishes do I have,
To sit and dwell upon times gone.
Each breath I am blessed to take...
I make the best of it.
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Wanting to be heard.
Wanting to be valued.
Wanting to be acknowledged.
Wanting to sustain a way of life...
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There is no ease that comes,
With a tongue perceived as tart.

When pushed to the wall...
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He has been declared a loser,
But his appearance has been felt.
And those who would like to see him defeated,
Have exposed themselves to be who they are.
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Cracked.
By facts.
And revelations,
No longer kept secret...
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There is more than one way to stand out!
Stand tall.
When one speaks,
Lift up your head...
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To agree just for the sake of agreeing...
May bring a certain satisfaction to the receiver,
Who wishes more to hear that which pleases.
However...
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If she wasn't working,
He wasn't there.
And 'if' he was there...
It was the first of every month.
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Many are quick to defend,
A perception they have...
That they can do a balancing act,
While juggle balls.
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