Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Anyone.
And not just a few who refuse to listen,
Or attempt to comprehend...
Someone else's point of view,
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Who but a withering few actually cares,
About correct and proper etiquette...
When everyone's privacy has been invaded,
To create a pretense with a scheming meant...
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If one has been given a gift to 'see',
With a wish to deliver...
That vision coming to one with insight,
To another but that other argues...
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There are more people represented by pseudonyms,
Giving their unsolicited opinions...
To then have themselves declared influential,
With an achieving of a recognition...
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Not too many deciding to move forward,
Are counting their paces or how long it takes...
To arrive at their destination.
They are too busy moving forward,
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I am here consciously to achieve on purpose,
A doing to be done left for myself to validate.
Taking time to waste saying what I could achieve,
Procrastinating...
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Produce it to seduce.
And captivate to hold,
A mind finding it craved.
To keep returning back to it,
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Continue to know your ball.
Feel it before and after,
The scoring of your points.
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Most playmates from my childhood,
Have long been gone to move on...
To other experiences beyond this life.
And I wonder sometimes,
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When I decided to look each one of my troubles,
In the face to eliminate with tolerated patience...
I began to pick replacements.
I had not realized I was feeding light to a darkness,
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