Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Truth to many,
Has become what they create...
To have others believe.
Since truth to many,
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So hard it is,
Just to pick one brick...
To be thrown to hit,
A designated target.
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Get me to the right place.
At the right time.
In front,
And not left...
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Fewer are happy.
Although with things to claim,
They have happiness possessed.
Happiness to achieve and feeling success.
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The only ones to become disappointed,
Over how others have lived their lives...
Are those who had lied to create,
Delusions to tell that were never true.
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A single thread of illness,
One has in mind...
And accepted over time,
Will eventually fray what has been sewn...
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Ambrosial scents,
I begin to sense.
Perfume of the gods...
Enticing with temptation.
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Have you ever been ASKED,
To be 'disrespected'?
Then given a look of disbelief,
When the request has been rejected?
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There IS something advantageous,
That comes to one...
Who has those unsuspecting experiences,
Acquired early and when one had been young.
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I once convinced myself,
I could curb my sarcastic wit.
And for all of ten minutes,
I tolerated my enforced patience.
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