Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

The only thing one may be observed doing,
May not be the only thing one can do.

That which is seen to prejudge,
...

So accustomed to opposing,
That which is formally addressed...
And yet,
Nothing from those who do this is proposed...
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When thirsty,
Why would one stand in line...
Behind others at an empty well whining?
While listening to those wishing,
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Why would someone do a thing on purpose,
To then declare the act as a mistake?
And then expect to be forgiven,
Accompanied with empathy, comprehension...
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Ridding a stench away,
Others may lay...
Is likened to the eliminating the smell,
Of an accidental step in cow manure...
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What point would I'd be making,
If my potential was exposed...
With a producing of abilities.
To who's benefit will this assist?
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There is nothing like being shown,
Something wished that could be felt...
From another with an equally shared desire.
But it isn't.
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A wasted investment,
Should not take days, months or decades...
To detect an ineffectiveness.
Yet there are those who maintain their high hopes,
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To prove you have been 'there',
And by others taken for granted...
While they have laid bathing in claims,
That what you have done...
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