Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Speculation is what a spectator does.
Those with priorities to uncover facts,
Are not normally found tossing gossip around.
To then whisper in ears,
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I've yet not recovered...
From you,
My old lover.
No!
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LOL.

'We are here standing on your feet.
To prevent any moves you may take.
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If not for love,
no love poems would have been written.
None of us would experience life,
without the act.
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Drop your buns Aunt Betty,
And that package on your back.
We ate your baked cookies,
And they went rather fast.
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You don't, hear it.
You don't, feel it.
And you don't see it,
Like I do.
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Giving without expectation to receive,
Is the best prescription one can get.
And overdosing to forget selfishness,
Is suggested if one wishes to experience...
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Very few still left that are there,
Who care and dare to admit it...
Had hopes to prevent,
A successful undoing...
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It is time to wrap up all the nonsense folks,
And doing away with all pronounced pretentiousness.
Many will find this difficult to do.
But the doing of it,
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I can not remove those impressions made,
In my youth.
Nor can I replace misconceptions done,
Of how my growing up in the projects...
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