Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Mix and blend before you can,
Feed me!
Heat it in the kettle then,
Feed me love!
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Upset?
By a bit of tart tongue,
From a street wisened dialect.
One can spit out,
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Is the pain of hearing a 'no',
Easier to take...
For one accustomed to hearing it.
And continues to move on...
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I have my insecurities.
And I am glad to have been younger,
To had been made forced to deal with them...
Publicly.
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You want the oven turned on,
But you don't want to go into the kitchen?
And you expect the pots and pans to be spotless,
Because you are a new arrival.
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Dreaming to live a life to live,
And not living a life that has been given...
Is much like wanting to see flowers grow,
In one's backyard.
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I apologize if my actions yesterday,
Seemed a bit petty.
I have been stressed lately.
And took that out on you.
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A known betrayal done,
By any other name...
Is a 'betrayal' done just the same.
It is an act to blatantly deceive.
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If it was about a lot of money...
My mind would be,
Trimmed in dollar bills.
With-my-thoughts-on a million of them,
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Transitions descending,
And not subtle at all.
These 'cosmic' transitions,
Are not kept on pause to stall.
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