Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

My junk.
Your junk.
Their junk and others with junk too.
Is all trash we come to value.
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There's got to be something.
Something to un-numb those stung.
There's got to be something.
Something to reverse what's done.
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When Christmas comes,
No one seems to get some sleep.
Too joyful this feeling.
Felt as if to stay for weeks.
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It no longer matters,
How important the message.
To ensure it delivered and sent.
It can be a tweet or email.
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Today a difference dared to be made,
Should be advocated as a benefit.
And promoted with it aided.
Since a conforming to the 'normal',
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Committed to making false appearances.
Is a race against time,
Some start to find never finishes.
Acceptance and approval,
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I've been...
Up and down.
And I've been...
One lost then found.
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Some live to seek for themselves,
Attention to get.
With personal accolades,
Given to them mentioned.
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Do what you do to do due.
To prove,
An excellence at your best when at it.
Prove you are not blowing gas,
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Everyday starts fresh.
As the witnessing of morning dew.
With a dawning from the Sun.
Done to come and introduce,
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