Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Delusions are difficult to erase,
From minds nourished to believe...
They are entitled to take and receive,
And do as they please.
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It has been exposed.
Why can't you face it?

Those disenfranchised,
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The day when the sitting to listen comes,
Those who hadn't done it before...
Will discover a wealth of knowledge can be obtained.
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What can anyone say to another,
When opportunities to have meaningful conversations...
Have been skipped to compare one's appearance,
To relatives, neighbors, pets and meaningless nonsense.
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The suddenness of quick endings,
Seem to come suddenly...
And not subtle at all,
Don't they?
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Each time I tell you don't do it...
You do it with a daring of creative attempts.
What makes you 'think'...
Poppa is blind to your lies?
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Why can I smell your lies?
And each time...
Before you attempt one,
I find I must clear the air.
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The reason I have nothing to say to you...
After years of listening,
How you dodge the facts and skirt over issues...
Is a matter I have chosen not to discuss.
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Wider are those eyes closer to full open.
Those once hazed,
With a focus directed...
On amusement and candied fantasies.
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They had once hated Shakespeare.
Now they grace his depictions of 'royal' dysfunctions...
As if he is revered.
And he is.
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