Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Often you could sing,
If this is wanted.
And choosing this to do,
To flaunt...
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Why is it people will not admit,
Headaches they have to exist...
Began when they permitted them.
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An escalating of a child's game played,
With it done to bluff...
And charade a toughness,
To bully those believed afraid.
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If something I have done,
Had been to satisfy my own pleasure...
The doing of it,
I would never consider to expose.
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Melodies to sing,
From past seasons to remember...
Please for reasons to be kept,
Unexplained.
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Something has been clearly omitted.
From your receiving to get,
The real, upfront...
And in your face translation.
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You may have made claims,
To be the founder to find...
Something done to prove,
The validity of your interests.
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Sitting to await,
The 'next' tragedy to be announced.
With ignored signs kept to kick,
Or stepped over quickly...
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If I could fly,
I wouldn't do it everyday.
I wouldn't try to soar so high,
To have it always recognized...
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Excessive esoterics.
Privately kept.
Within limits expressed,
Between those with similar pursuits...
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