Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

There are those who want to 'DO',
But refuse to go through...
The process called 'learning'.
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Liars know who they are.
And what they have done,
To pursue temporary satisfactions.
With a demoralizing of whom they choose.
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How easy life becomes to get,
When one has a key to a door...
And that 'one' key unlocks it.
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Admitted compassion seekers,
Seem to be on the rise...
In increasing numbers these days.
And with a quiet desperate reaching,
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To deliberately take away,
That which only God has given to create...
Is an act of of premeditated selfishness.
Is there another way to observe what takes place?
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Not one word from me did you hear,
About your lifestyle being in a state of shambles.
Or my saying anything about your way of life lived,
Sitting on the edge of oblivion.
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I remember being defined,
By...
How I spoke with a wish to be understood.
Pronunciating words with a clarity.
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It is difficult to agonize through change.
Or to let go of those comforts,
Knowing the familiar will not be the same.
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More are catching on,
To those old tricks played by dupers.
Those usual games of smearing names,
With innuendos and slurs...
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Silent my nights.
And,
Often...
Too remote.
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