Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Stained are the broken domes.
In sacred places.
Sitting below them,
Many teary eyed.
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There are people at the door,
Complaining with claims...
You have no reason to ignore them.
Or their efforts to make gains.
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You may be noble,
With your globalistic wishes.
You may want to control,
With a doing analystic.
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When a patience known,
Had been unconditionally given...
With an administering to those,
To meet their requests met to be shown.
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You may be sweeter than honey.
But how would I know it.
You may not trick me but treat.
But how would I know it.
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Sub-standard to you is the giving of my love.
Do you remember when it see-sawed,
Between excellent and moderate?
Before below sub-par it went.
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Short nights get longer,
When an hour from them is turned back to save.
And during this time of the year,
As winter approaches near in New England.
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It makes more sense,
Stopping something not to start.
Yes it makes more sense,
Not to tear things all apart.
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Long lost in the game and schemes.
And far from entertaining,
Is your...
Toxic mind that never stops.
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Who's not living getting minimal aid?
Everybody's living with a whoop pooped
Everybody's living with a whoop drooped.
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