Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

When does the teaching process end?
And the learning of lessons begin...
Starting the arrival of experience?
And not far behind is a common sense,
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My hands can gently hold.
Also ball into fists.
I refuse to lift my hands to hit.
I refuse that kind of anguish to sit,
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Wind and sea,
Leaves me adrift.
With this warmth...
Sitting in my heart so grounded.
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A spell within repeating.
Unseated in my grief.
Shadows lift from me.
Unwind I do from needing.
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You're trying to clutch onto time,
Like you are smuggling family heirlooms.
Better give that notion up!
The only thing that seems not to age,
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If you are not prepared...
And ready to leave,
By the time I arrive...
You will be left behind!
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The streets are full with aging teenagers.
And those who believe they are ageless!
Irresponsible and socializing their whims.
Those who can not get enough of 'happy hour'...
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If I was not anywhere at all,
I'd be there with you on my mind.
Attempting to define it.
And why I insisted,
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Arrows and bows...
And chocolate proposals.
Shared candied hearts,
With notes of love and kisses.
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Tender?
I can surrender,
A tenderness.
I can become seduced...
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