Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

A false 'lighting' from them recedes.
The hold of a way of life,
From them begins to leave.
This upsetting recession,
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After fifty years,
You are much too late!
To entice any interests
To bait my creative tastes.
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Isn't it strange how time changes,
Events?
And participants!
Those who once were considered fools...
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Scratch off your list
Any decisions you may have
About 'your' wishes.
We have begun to distance you,
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What is being built over there?

'That's the new attraction for this coming year! '
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Give me not which does not feed,
Not now!
Or stop the quenching of my thirst,
To have my needs I wish met first.
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Let me go to know this 'being'.
This insight beaming within me.
Let me grow as it bestows me,
With a clarity that frees me with purpose.
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If I did not do this,
I'd be doing that and unhappy!
Although befriended I would be.
To share my daily agonies.
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I don't sauté what I say,
With puffed up fluff!
When I 've had enough...
I get brutal.
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Looking for quantity over substance?
A quality has been drained.
Seductions induced...
To produce brains limited of depth.
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