Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I did not understand it then,
But I was in good hands...
When I was raised to be independent.
And learning at an early age,
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In between another heartache faked.
It can be seen and felt although not faced.
But too proud to admit of unrequited love.
Nothing reciprocated from it can be claim...
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If I had not moved to knock,
On the door of opportunity...
We would not have come to recognize,
Similarities that have become familiarized.
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Stop that gentle rocking of my cradle.
Stop that gentle rocking of my cradle.
Stop that gentle rocking of my cradle.
Stop that gentle rocking,
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Give me,
Some demean time.
You need,
Some demean time.
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It has to be admitted,
People do speak of unity...
With consistency.
You know,
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Another saber to sharpen,
When a war is planned and announced.
The economy depends on it.
And that's what these conflicts are about.
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The creative process takes effort.
Many believe the expression itself is easy.
No announcements made are necessary,
To proclaim an interest to start what is desired...
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Irrational and radical are the changes.
And a leader selected is up to the task.
But many are living with minds locked,
In the past.
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With no sense of natural rhythm.
And no sense of what that beat kept,
Keeps...
Within a soul that can feel this deeply.
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