Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

There are those who do bring gifts to others,
With the material and the physicalness of this...
To the receiver who gets to go unseen.
And the frequency of the gifts one accepts,
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So many use excuses,
As a way to dupe truth.
A way to dupe truth.
A way to 'dupe' truth.
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Those who face facts,
Do not find it difficult...
To make new tracks,
On paths not to look back...
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Where have you come from?
To have gained such confidence?
And with a pride you stride,
With an identity to mesmerize?
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With a stopping to express a concern,
Is the only way...
People who take the giving of sincerity,
For granted and gone unrecognized...
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Innocently skipping along,
In a quiet neighborhood...
Munching on 'Skittles'.
To then be approached,
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Listen to me.
There are 'somethings' needing a hint of clarity,
Especially if a wish of a misbelief is to cease.
And there is always one,
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It's quite simple.
And as plain as listening to an excuse.
No time is awaiting,
For people to make delayed decisions.
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These are not those days,
When anyone can anticipate...
What hours tomorrow,
They will be allowed to borrow.
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Based upon the quality.
Presentation and preparation.
Taste and the unique use of ingredients.
And the excitement that fulfills,
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