Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Happy lives to live,
Are gifts to get.
And happy lives to live,
Come to those who pick them..
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Opportunities to them came,
To eventually connect to meaning.
Opportunities to them came...
To leave!
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Fear is dearest,
To be held close mostly...
By those choosing to hear about it,
Being near and how it appears to avoid.
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Certain images revealed to express,
You and others may not accept.
Few do when something new,
Comes into view to be introduced.
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Oh how I wish I had a magic wand.
To lift burdens off backs,
With an easing of those trapped...
In their mental wrappings.
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To be condemned by a life,
One has chosen to live...
And has found success in the doing of it,
Can only leave those to question themselves...
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There are no intentions I make,
To create lines to find rhymes...
With the suiting done to absorbing minds,
To ease with the delivery...
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Get up!
Like you've been through it.
Get up!
To yourself prove it.
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Not another offensive comment made to me,
To have it defined with a staying to stick in my mind...
Can be said,
That will introduce a shuffling of my feet seen...
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You come to me with a desire,
To have me explain...
How best to take each step you make,
On the way to accomplish 'your' dream.
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