Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Through the meadow swift.
With picked twigs and fresh selected sticks...
We run.
Having fun,
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The insults of nuts,
Grows alarmingly steady!
Actions studied...
To divide their own self interests.
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Losing is not born from honesty.
Those who are honest...
Realize they can not always win.
Those who do anything to win,
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Many wish life the way they see it.
The way that it has been fed.
Without the bleakness and the dred.
But when the veil is lifted...
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Where was I 'trained'?
To use my brain?
To realize it had a better use...
Than to sit enclosed
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For every left turn made...
There is a right way to go about it.
Every right turn made,
Leaves something left behind.
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Sometimes winning
Is knowing
When defeat
Is unavoidable!
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Free me between the sheets with tenderness!
Hold me tight and rock me with your passion.
So deserving am I to be taken to worlds adventured!
Sighing deep within your treasure released...
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Each step was not easy...
And difficult to reflect upon.
Lonely was the journey,
When decisions were made to continue,
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He thought they loved,
As raindrops fell
With fresh laid scents.
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