Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Irreverent and bold is the turmoil unfolding.
The pride that has left us indebted to decadence,
Is much too late to be reversed.
And the depth of it was done with consciousness.
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It has become too easy,
For some to accuse others...
To take the blame for their misdeeds.
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Once one shows,
A knack for being responsible...
Others believe,
They can rely upon and daily receive...
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Frivolous and trifling actions,
Should not be condoned...
Between 'adults' appearing to be grown.
Yet an acceptance of this does exist,
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It would be great to awaken,
To the scent of blooming roses.
As the dew is lifted to clear the mist,
With a blue sky appearing...
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Every note and placement,
Where they are heard...
Is given specific meaning,
With an applied definition.
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The only time given to any of us that comes,
Are those moments we stay aware...
That a taking it for granted,
To walk on paths of despair...
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When some folks are given ten minutes of attention,
To then begin to 'assume'...
Their star shines brighter than any other in the universe,
Something is missing in those heads this dense...
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Deciding to achieve happiness effectively,
Without the stress from others to get...
As a special delivery to accept.
Don't do it and refuse.
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Many today so self-obsessed,
And live to thrive to pride themselves on it...
With a manipulating done to deceive discreetly,
Represents a mindset that has been condoned.
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