Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

What has made listening to comprehend,
A major undertaking very few do with intent.
Even in the middle of a thought to mention,
For it to come completely with it said...
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Where are my nights?
My days?
My mind?
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When a mind is shut...
Don't try to pry it open.
It is better where it is decaying,
Left alone.
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Forgiving does not erase to replace,
Or eliminate a pain to feel that is felt.
And words to use to abuse someone,
Has a way to linger...
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The reality of things,
Often pricks and stings.
The reality of things,
Can bring on tears and sorrow.
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It is not okay,
To say what you wish...
About another.
Then decide from your lips,
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The 'eve' of fresh beginnings approach.
And this one does not linger to sit,
Upon a threshold wishing to cross.
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Why should 'you' care?

Uniforms were adorned,
To ensure your way of life and peace enjoyed...
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A baton held high...
With a pride one strides,
But reluctant to pass on.
Loses an influence that could cement,
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I've learned,
Not to confess too much.
Even to those I 'suspect' I can trust.
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