Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

The best left in many,
Is still left unexpressed.
There remain chapters,
Not yet to be written...
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Few who live exist,
To ponder the what ifs of life!
Although many sit,
To experience...
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From a stumble that humbles,
To a stride in a strutted pride...
Is a recovery witnessed,
That lifts one from despair.
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Baby I Love You,
Sang The Ronettes.
Lead by Veronica,
In innocent times...
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I admit to feeling honored.
And also repeatedly blessed.
To have someone like you,
Make comments...
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Today our lives are here to witness,
The staging of events.
Every increment of man made time,
Is to ensure fear is celebrated...
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I 'use' to be caught up in perceptions,
Of a collective unity.
The kind that would thrive to excite,
Participation...
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Those who sought less outside involvement,
In their lives...
Were the first to cry,
They were dieing inside...
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There is a wish to decrease,
Increasing deficits.
But those that desire this...
Do not want their lifestyles,
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You've got to give yourself a chance,
To probe your own mind.
And travel deep,
Beneath beliefs!
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