Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

We live to give.
And share in the taking.
Comparing our differences,
Does not lead to a wholesome life.
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From whom do you seek approval,
To meet and greet what pleases you?
What satisfaction can another supply,
To a life you live with choices to apply.
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It's not about the rhyme,
And reason.
Not about it no.
Not about the minds flipping out.
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It is not pretty,
When one shows an ugliness.
There is nothing appetizing that greets the eye,
When foam from both sides of the mouth...
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After pleading with you,
To come back to me on my knees...
You want for me to react as if,
Nothing surrounds you but rhapsody?
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I did not understand it then,
But I was in good hands...
When I was raised to be independent.
And learning at an early age,
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In between another heartache faked.
It can be seen and felt although not faced.
But too proud to admit of unrequited love.
Nothing reciprocated from it can be claim...
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If I had not moved to knock,
On the door of opportunity...
We would not have come to recognize,
Similarities that have become familiarized.
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Stop that gentle rocking of my cradle.
Stop that gentle rocking of my cradle.
Stop that gentle rocking of my cradle.
Stop that gentle rocking,
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Give me,
Some demean time.
You need,
Some demean time.
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