Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Retired to expire from my mind,
Are those 'what ifs'.
The 'could ofs' and the 'should have beens'.
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Fresh moans to sigh and heard groans,
From younger folks to hear...
Have been handed aged old and remaining,
Unchanged complaints.
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Sophisticated willows,
Dancing under moonlit skies.
Swaying are the willows,
Doing it as one to be done,
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It can get a bit nippy.
And a little cool as expected.
But there is nothing pretentious,
About the signs of Winter.
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Laws created as they are,
Could be interpreted to many...
As making little sense.
Especially when those,
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</>I suppose if I wanted,
I could be a prude and standoffish.
With a résumé to prove,
In my life I've accomplished...
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Some people live their lives,
As if in a game of 'Show and Tell'.
Needing they do,
To be noticed and identified.
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Why is that crowd over there...
Backed up into a corner.
Bickering.
AND pointing fingers at one another?
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It can often be attributed to one's environment,
That prevents...
A seeking to reach above and beyond,
Perceptions of fenced in limits.
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It has all been right there.
And never far from your view at all.
Your awareness is keener than it has ever been.
Once a nose becomes lowered,
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