Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

For most of their lives,
They did exactly what they wanted.
And signs of change,
Were beginning to glow...
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My shoulder is here,
If you wish to be comforted...
With someone to share the shedding,
Of your tears.
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Tender is my ambition,
To show love.
To express with an openness...
In a devoted trusting shown.
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Have you ever gotten tired of hearing,
From those who say...
'I have good intentions.'
As if that statement is up for debate.
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When it becomes easier to belittle,
Someone's achievements...
From a hidden jealousy,
And for despiteful reasons.
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One with a topic,
Must adopt structure.
With an effectiveness,
That seduces unexpectedly.
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I've been too long at this...
Not to know what it is that I am doing.
I make it my business to comprehend.
With a listening done that is focused.
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Writing is my addiction.
If I'm not able to do it...
I suffer withdrawal anxiety.
I carry a pad and pen.
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Its been cold many nights.
When sleeping alone,
Is not what is wish...
But done.
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Let's make this clear,
And get it over with right now.
If I come home one more time,
To find you crying...
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