Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

When does the chase for perfection begin to then end?
As a sacrificing gone unexpected with a sweat that's done,
Seldom comes to satisfy those efforts tried by someone...
In their attempts meant to please,
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It was the first time in decades,
That an American had won the Boston marathon.
I was listening for something else to be announced.
But it wasn't.
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Wishing with initiative to remain motivated,
And focused with a decision made...
To stay on a path one has begun to pave,
Can be likened to one's kept desire...
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Each season introduces something new,
That comes.
With a blooming to remove a doing done,
Accepted as if expected...
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Affirming the consideration of a non-action taken,
Would be more productive for those who fence sit...
Than pretending an action thought to think about,
Is relevant to the ones awaiting to hear a debate...
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'Offer to throw to them money!
It heals all wounds inflicted.
And will erase all agony,
From their memories claimed...
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Promises made were broken,
As unknown shadows crept from crevices...
Stealthily upon shoulders to cast.
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I am not here to compete with dead poets.
Or those with pseudo ambitions,
To foster claims this is what they do.
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The pool of various depths,
Offers more than many will accept.
The view for them can be overwhelming.
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One day they are going to need,
Updated and refreshened explanations.
With a new set of excuses,
For their misguided deeds.
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