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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Some will play all day,
Games of dodge ball and hide and seek.
Wishing to be tagged with 'come-hither' coyness.
Like children believed to be cute and sweet.
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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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If not for love,
no love poems would have been written.
None of us would experience life,
without the act.
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If there is a war on drugs,
We all are being deceived as to who is defeating it.
The affects are clearly in view!
In what is 'suppose' to be private exchanges...
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People of ignorance take no time to learn,
But rush to judgement to incite a fighting done...
Dawn after dawn and after many midnights.
They live in division.
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I am one not often stunned,
By those who come...
Just to grieve and leave.
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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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