Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I remember being in elementary school,
And on the very first day of fifth grade...
The teacher said to us,
'Always know this...
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When does a redundancy become useless to repeat?
When does something so obvious,
Lose its effectiveness to be admitted?
Why do people wait until the latest statistics are reported?
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For what other reasons,
Would one be singled out to penalize...
For actions that have been legalized,
By those now feeling justified...
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Relatively speaking,
All that had connected once to relevance...
And related with clarity,
Is today no longer relevant with significance...
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A consistency of a love wanted and missed,
Seems as I age with desire for it...
To grow distant from my wishes.
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No one knows like a writer,
What it takes to sit...
And receive,
Words that come to flow.
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In those slower days,
A dependable pace was kept.
And met on a regular basis,
With certainty.
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If I knew what to do and say,
To feel in the doing...
What I did was appropriate,
I would do those things...
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If you bake it...
So hard it is to then look for escapes.
To create.
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Is it time...
To pay attention to a ticking clock.
Is it time...
Is it,
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