Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

When you push...
Don't turn your back upon a cliff.
Or try to balance on the edge of it.
When you push.
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It's strange how you aint on my mind no more.
Strange I don't feel you,
Like you at my front door.
And absent is any thought I have of you.
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Put living life on your agenda!
You may as well.
Things you valued and people trusted...
Seem to all have gone to hell.
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When is 'enough' understood,
To be that which it is?
When those have said they have had it...
It is doubtful it is meant,
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The climb to the summit,
With a reaching of it done...
Is anti-climatic.
From atop peaks the valleys below,
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Once upon a time,
When I was just a young bud growing...
On the tree of life,
Blossoming with idealism.
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I have an idea.
Let us all pretend,
We are strangers.
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I had been asked to give my opinion.
And expressed a reluctance to give it.
When my reluctance offended,
I went ahead to give my opinion...
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So fast and quick...
These moments of time bestowed,
Upon us to live.
Coming to briefly with us sit.
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I like to kiss.
Hold.
Get naked and touch.
Foreplay leads to gratifying sex.
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