Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

My attachment to God
Is not only a practice but a fact.
God and I have been very close...
I do not question my faith.
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Life is too meaningful.
Too precious an experience,
To waste or quicken it.
Each moment of it given...
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Got up this morning!
Feeling blessed,
And deciding what mood to address...
I would choose,
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Don't putter in the muck too much.
Give that up.
And learn to strut your stuff.
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The business of sickness that sits,
Twisting some to pieces...
Increases mindsets,
To believe their ways are just.
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The quest that shelters and protects my steps,
Keeps me honest and at my best.
I may not always give what one expects.
I can acknowledge my mistakes,
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Inflicted with addictions,
That keep them whipped...
In pleasure obsessions.
On their toes to peep through,
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That letter I wrote to you last year?
The one that said I wish you'd disappear?
You are missed right here and it aches my heart...
I wish I could take back what I started
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No?
You are NOT a comedian?
But I must admit...
Much in your life you regard as serious,
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It is not what is said that makes people miserable.
It is ignoring what has been said...
And paying the consequences!
There is no dance partner,
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