Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

You are not specifically on my mind,
When I write.
Nor are you far away,
From impressions that seem to linger.
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A heart is not yet open...
If it shys away,
From the forgiving business.
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It seems as though the more I age,
The less I care about those who address pettiness.
And their hollowed professed confessions...
Of having beliefs in God.
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I 'use' to be many things!
Like Mother Nature I am.
When 'she' decides...
It is time for Fall, Winter
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Which 'world' was that you said I lived in?

'Your own.'
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Oh...
There are a few choice cuss words,
I'd like to use right now.
But I do not want to offend...
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How do I feel about the new president?
Less bushed than I expected.
And with more expediency,
I could have believed or anticipated!
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Go to bed.
You sleepy head.
No need to stay awake,
'Cause your not hearing one word I've said.
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'The usual stuff.
I see the same folks stuck.
Draggin' their butts from rut to rut.
Complaining about their bad luck...
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You are right!
I don't know how much,
You are feeling your pain.
But you do talk about it...
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