Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

No one can make better,
What is best when made and done.
A wheel revealed is what it is.
And squares do not roll...
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As relevant to teaching...
Is one's ability to listen!
With an offering that is welcomed...
And felt with no need to mention.
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Each day I feel a bit stronger.
Each day I can go longer...
To distance myself from an impatience,
That made me sick.
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When an interest begins to wane.
As if a weeding from a flowered crop...
Suddenly stops,
An attention given.
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Reality comes to hit hard,
Munipalities.
Treated and acting as if,
Mini kingdoms within a state that bragged...
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They feel the freedom to express the affects,
Of today's racism.
As technologies advance.
To leave mindsets like these...
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It's time to dropp hopscotched ideals.
Limited in isolation...
Within the minds,
Of those locked in and boxed.
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I am returning to you,
Exactly what you initiated...
To create to give to me,
Initially.
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Surface gliders,
Desire to prove...
They can get by with sliding,
With no depth to penetrate.
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Like a Leopard with spots,
Or a Lion with a mane...
We all are born to walk on paths,
Not to follow.
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