Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I can not be around that which clings.
I am an adventurer.
Born to explore,
And to soar as if with wings.
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The comfort of one's place,
Does not come from the outside.
It is the comfort one has inside that reflects.
And that is kept rejuvenated from one's perception.
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Where am I going to take this?
To realms,
I can not explain.
If I could,
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Those taught to attack,
The progress of their own kind...
Aren't conscious enough to know,
They are out of their minds.
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If you dislike what you see...
At least you have options.
You can turn around and leave.
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This hour...
It is proclaimed,
Government is wanted,
Out of their lives!
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Some of you have questioned the necessity,
Of this morning's meeting.
And as C.E.O. of Rapid Mess Industries...
I felt it my duty and extreme importance,
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You want a poem?
Toss a coin.
Near a pond of wading ducks.
When the ducks begin to waddle out...
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Ripened!
But on a wrong tree done.
This hybrid thinks it to be pure,
And naturally sweet.
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Outside my window clean and clear,
I heard the Robins cry!
I saw the sunshine disappear...
I felt the Earth shake me inside!
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