Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

One can love family so much,
That a growth process becomes smothered.
And an adherence to independence,
Becomes a threat no longer welcomed...
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Those who learn and return,
With an outreaching sought to teach...
Those less fortunate.
And this becomes a commitment wished.
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I use to love my cabbage with potatos,
Buttered and baked.
And with fired pork chops!
Crispy too!
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Nothing really seems,
What today it should mean.
And 'anything' and 'everything'...
Is inspired,
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Gimme, gimme, gimme...
No more hunches to hunt!
And,
Gimme, gimme, gimme...
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I'm here to bark you.
With a not too thick protecterate.
Enclosing you to allow you growth.
To allow your branches,
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I do understand,
The lost of interest in reality.
And I can sympathize with those,
Who have chosen to manifest...
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You question whether my efforts are poetic?
And the merit of their designation of being labelled 'poems'?

Well...
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Some people enjoy performing balancing acts.
And do so while sitting on a fence.
Their only commitment to life is to exist.
With an assurance that a floating done,
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His ability to leech.
And do this to reach heights...
Is remarkable.
And to do this with that as a skill,
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