Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

The same pattern.
The same routine.
The same excuses used,
To defend the obvious widely seen.
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No everlasting feeling of joy,
Permanently stays...
In those who participate,
With the undoing of advancements...
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Few who come to know a pain that is endured,
Are not out campaigning to gain...
Sympathy votes.
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Fresh is the scent of invention.
It invites to awaken the adventure,
In us all.
Without hesitation....
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Unafraid of the challenge,
One dares to overcome...
The glare of threats.
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Be with me or leave.
Arguments or debates,
I can not take...
If destructive.
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I appreciate the flattery.
But the forging of my signature...
I can not condone.
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Sweet potato muffin cake,
What is it going to take...
For you to let me get,
Another hug and squeeze?
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A grief recycled to produce an effectiveness...
Is the same grief experienced,
By a connection that affects us all.
No one is insensitive to devastation and sorrow.
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It is done quite simply!

To reduce an influence,
And significance...
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