Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Recycled are these days today.
With little that is new...
As some believe.
There has always been:
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I am called a nonconformist
Because I choose to be who I am...
After finding myself.
They are still waiting for approval and acceptance.
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Stalked by fear and unlimited ambition,
Is too lethal of a foreplay extended...
To expect sheer excitement meant.
There has to be an intention.
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Hired to protect the inhabitants,
And keep secure their wealth and prosperity...
They hid ambitions for more excessiveness,
To feed overwhelming egos.
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Refusing to accept,
Mother Nature does not fight on battlefields...
They continue in attempts to overpower Her!
With advanced ignorance,
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Although observances are founded in reality,
There are those who say these views
Are negative reflections.
If flaws appear to daunt the horizon.
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Slipping from a pinnacle,
Clawed from a sudden drop...
And open to cynical remarks to start.
Apart from those of mine already made,
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The core of my being
Animates with heated truth.
It does not stay ignited to offend.
But then...
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Scum scroungers
Smear landscapes
With fads of exposed rear ends
And diapered worn pants.
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Denials cost a fortune.
A policy grasped...
Although uninsured.
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