Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Threatened by a mentalness,
That spreading gossip did.
And murdered by their tongues.
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Stuck in a backed up duct...
A flow has start to slow.
And there one sits until a busted luck,
Erupts!
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Don't pick up any rocks...
To thrown them.
Put them down.
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Haven't you done 'you' enough?
I mean...
Isn't hearing how tough life is,
Laid on others' ears...
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Why is it that headache makers,
Are the first to participate in the generating...
Of annoyances wished to inflict,
And knowing this?
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'Where is 'my' beginning? '
I see this negligence in children's eyes.
I see their intelligent minds ignored,
By unfocused parents...
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You've got me,
Beaming down from the stars.
You've got me,
Leaping Venus and Mars.
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Save your leftovers,
And don't you think about it.
Throwing them out to just,
Waste away.
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Tortured are their portraits,
Hanging.
A few undusted for many years.
And depicting scenes,
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When I was hard,
It wasn't enough.
The sensitive and warm nice guy,
I had to give with no hint of the tough stuff.
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