Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Some folks say to me...

'Lawrence you don't 'write'
Like you are 'black'.
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To find meaning and the concept of it,
Is as pointless as never having heard of it before.
If common sense isn't a factor...
Or if someone has to struggle to understand the term?
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That butterfly I knew.
Pretending to be just a caterpillar...
With nothing else to do.
Crawling upon a branch,
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If 'is' is determined to be what 'is' is,
Then 'is' isn't what it is not.
It 'is' what is 'is'.
It can be debated but why contemplate that?
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An unknown flows from poets.
Stirring to bestow,
An insight from within them that grows.
Imaginations connecting thoughts.
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Lazy.
A feast of ignorance,
Has fed them well.
Lazy.
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She wanted to give me a reason,
To sit in swill with her.
But I did not wish to deprive,
Any comfort she had sitting and sliding!
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Who knows my needs better than me?
You?
No.
I do.
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OH!
So you want to 'mince' something?
You come in here ready to dice...
With me?
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Feed their dreams.
Not their anxieties.
Avoid the realities...
Of their living days.
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