Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

To challenge oneself,
Isn't fun that's done.
Because,
The critic visits.
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The moment expectations become,
More important than a relationship...
One is led to believe,
Is shared with someone...
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Hope without faith,
Is much like doing charity work...
And being served pancakes,
Without butter or syrup.
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Run!
To get the doing of it done.
Chase!
To keep up with the pace,
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Are you feeling down and low?
As if clinging onto thin rope,
And your mind wants to leave all consciousness...
Behind with no excuses to go loco.
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It doesn't pay to underestimate,
The abilities of anyone.
Or base an opinion of their experiences,
On where they may live.
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They wish to stay sophisticated,
But afraid of taking risks.
And,
Choose to bicker over petty conflicts that exist.
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Why can't we continue to pretend,
None of us have been troubled...
By the existing of the current events?
We had no problem with the knowing,
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It is difficult to replace,
That which has been established.
Regardless how fancy those signatures left,
After the pouring of fresh concrete.
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I hope what I say is understood.
The rent I pay to stay in my home,
Is not to listen to others argue...
In front of it.
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