Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

With a created reason,
Promoted by a more creative purpose...
That identifies squirrels gathering nuts,
To store as Winter approaches...
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Give to me your cocoa,
Although I prefer the green tea.
Give to me your cocoa,
It seems your favorite specialty.
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Every step of the way,
Has not one stone been unturned.
Nor a voice to speak that has gone unheard.
And I might have taken two steps back,
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No Matter how a clock tick tocks.
Or who looks at it done nonstop to watch.
Time,
Don't bother me.
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Unfinished is the business,
Of one distracted enough to sidetrack.
And unfinished becomes endeavors attempted,
When one listens to hear...
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If it was not for poetry,
Would 'thou' be left to live with less art?
Would the meaning and significance,
Of forget-me-nots...
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Who can forget,
That which for them had existed.
To honestly admit,
They have no recollection.
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If it appears as is to be witnessed,
When was it decided not to be wanted?
Yet given permission to exist.
And how long had it been observed,
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Too many have approved,
The doing of their snooping...
In the backyards of others.
With this done to later discover,
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There is nothing more that can be said,
Today...
To or about those who stand in the way,
With a doing to prevent or purposely delay...
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