Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

First of all,
I did not call her a bull.
I called her a cow.
With bullish ways.
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Everyday they would return home,
To open their doors.
With ever conceivable complaint,
They had invited with them to come in.
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Confronted by opposition,
To me is a normal thing done.
When young and being opposed by others,
I've learned to face consequences.
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If people were not curious,
This written acknowledgement of it...
Would not be of anyone's interest.
Now...
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I did not realize,
The depths of my being alone.
And my involvement with my peace.
Until I heard a knocking on my door.
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Shy,
And wise.
Brave and yet so sweet.
Strong with lips so soft.
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Heated with a trivial steaming,
Choking up your motor on!
Sitting with your feelings overloading,
With your motor on!
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We knew fear but not excuses...
Where I grew up and lived as a kid.
Plus we were too competitive...
With a daring done to prove we weren't afraid.
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One who wades in the shallow waters of immaturity...
And has expectations to be given a life preserver,
Thrown to them each time they have a fear to live life.
And hoping someone will assist them each step of the way,
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Dancing.
And with you,
Is fresh and relieving.
Since with our steps taken,
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