Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

There is no where to rebuild
Those shadows of weaknesses,
Behind doors closed.
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Too little too late to stimulate,
A lost confidence
That has arrived when some
Have become irate.
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Just want to be with You.
That's what I know...
And that's what I wish to do.
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Madly in love and butt naked!
But not with their spouses.
As they cavort on bear skin rugs,
And leather couches.
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Bag of crisp fish and chips!
Some have said that about him..
But he is not there to be aware...
That he 'is' these titles given.
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'Captain?
The ship has a leak.
I think it is sinking! '
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Am I stuck to plunge,
When I have not desired this?
They have been the wicked ones...
May I slip away and exit this ship?
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Let them protect their ills.
Let them slide down the hills.
Let them do whatever they please.
As long as they do it quickly,
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That first touch of sweet heat,
Underneath quickly prepared fitted sheets.
An expectation to meet,
With anticipation.
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There is so much that people miss.
So much that 'skips' their understanding.
No exploration of thought,
Brings to them full comprehension.
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