Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Does it really make any sense today,
To do things at one's best.
And...
Does it really make any sense today,
...

Pounded down!
You keep them just to heap them.
Yes you keep them pounded down...
No matter what I say or do.
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When minds are already committed,
To unlimited delusions permitted...
That the inflicting of pain and sorrows to sustain,
Is no more than a game to disregard...
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I did not get blessed this morning,
To awaken to crave a tasting of yesterdays' leftovers...
Of worries to burden as they ride freely on my back.
Not on this day.
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Accepting to acknowledge violence,
For the purpose to compete and not end...
Only prepares a future generation,
To disregard the meaning and existence of peace.
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Assuming to know someone,
Without the benefit of taking the interest...
Of knowing who one is,
When given the opportunity to do this...
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What and who are they looking for,
Outside of their own backyards?

'The neighborhood association,
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She lied and he knew it.
Instead of admitting this,
She continued to convince...
Others he was crazed,
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The pretending of being offended,
To convince others...
They too should defend,
What someone else has said about them...
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What you did...
Hurt me and you knew it.
And...
What was done,
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