Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

My place is not where you put me.
Or decide I should stay and remain.
Neither do I have requests,
You may be prepared to accept or reject.
...

I can not,
Make one or two steps for you.
As you watch them made.
Nor can I,
...

Too predictable.
That hollow wallow you want followed.
And sustained with someone else's,
Borrowed pain.
...

The gift of giving is the gift one gets.
With feelings that should be expressed,
Left to keep everyday.
And not just Christmas.
...

Heard is the singing of mistrust carols.
La,
La la la.
La,
...

It is intended and meant,
To have fear mentioned.
And its presence offending,
Everyone with contempt.
...

What is assumed to be rumored,
And delighted to gossip...
With tea to pour and dirt to whisper,
Doesn't always return shovels to dig...
...

It is not what we give,
That stays to make a difference...
In someone else's life,
To be remembered to reminisce.
...

Better it is,
To do something everyday that benefits.
With it done to do without complaints to admit.
And better it gets,
...

Now,
Is the best of times.
Now,
Is the best of times to live.
...