Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

A stranger I've become,
In a familiar place.
Gone is a graciousness.
And overnight...
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...as it was in the beginning,
Is now and ever shall be.
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Perceptions are usually fed by concepts.
What is envisioned seldom results,
In the actual reality of the subject perceived...
That one can accept to believe yet witnesses.
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There is one thing about dissension,
And those in positions who continually present it.
Their pretentions of doing away with its effects,
By showing the negative aspects of it kept...
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Proclaiming to be what one 'is',
For the benefit of listening ears...
At those social gatherings one attends.
And not making sacrifices toiling away,
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I've learned many things about the thinking process.
Many feel threatened when approached by someone doing it.
And some are literally stunned to witness it done.
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Snipping those cackles that crack,
To chatter in 'meows' like a pack of cats...
Sounding too much like a stepping on dried leaves,
On an Autumn stroll through a quiet park.
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Letting go of a pain felt,
Is not with a time given...
A destination claimed,
For anyone else to suggest...
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I've,
Memories to keep.
I've,
Lived life for reasons.
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It wasn't the flowing blond weave,
Attached to your head like a hat.
Or those blue eye contacts.
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