Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Sometimes it takes,
The presence of unsuspected guilt to arrive...
To begin the stirring begun...
Coming as it does one finds to haunt the mind.
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It's quite simple.
And as plain as listening to an excuse.
No time is awaiting,
For people to make delayed decisions.
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These are not those days,
When anyone can anticipate...
What hours tomorrow,
They will be allowed to borrow.
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Based upon the quality.
Presentation and preparation.
Taste and the unique use of ingredients.
And the excitement that fulfills,
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As far as contradictions go.
And those critical of hypocrites,
Known to contradict.
What purpose is accomplished or achieved,
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That which I had done and 'use' to do,
Had long been replaced...
By a maturity I have embraced.
And glad I am to not have been the one,
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I can not stop.
I can not block my love for you.
You're in my heart.
And in my mind and soul too.
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Physically?
I can deliver the 'image'.
Mentally?
I can leave that image,
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Is it to anyone's surprise,
That those who had despised their attempts...
To live better lives,
With a focus and seriousness.
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Saying it like it is, offends.
And today the truth of this,
Can no longer be protected...
By masquerading a defense against it.
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