Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

It can be predicted...
Somebody's wanna gonna moan.
Somebody's wanna groan about what's gon'.
And,
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Many seldon can't or wont admit it...
The things they've done to do.
Those things they have chosen and committed...
To deny and prove they can hide them too!
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Without an interest shown to be given,
Why is it there are people who believe...
Something known by others with an interest given,
Should have been revealed to them...
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No one knows with it shown to rehearse,
Where an unpaven road will take them.
There is no map with detailed attractions,
With distractions attached.
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One can and when wished,
Modify that which one has created.
To update with changes made if it is so desired.
However...
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A kept objective to stay effective,
And not it to neglect...
Eventually reflects a return of respect given,
Everyone should and could expect.
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This feeling is like none other.
And unexpected to accept as new.
Easier it is to let go of the past.
To know true happiness I have at last.
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The only acceptance a known deception seems to have,
Is the feeding of a greed that benefits the one who receives.
But leaves the one deceived unexpectedly flattered.
Until the repeating of the deceiving becomes a routine.
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To concentrate on that which has been gossiped,
With a continuing to ignore the presence of facts...
Doesn't change to remove what has been swept,
Under a rug to be kept hidden and denied...
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Never do those things you think are secret,
And are hidden 'cause...
People,
Soon or later find out.
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