Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Better than the butter one spreads on warm toast.
Whether that bread toasted is whole wheat, rye...
Enriched white or delicious oat!
I want to be what your teeth meets,
...

Whether you go from glad to mad,
Sad and back to glad again.
Guess who has been there,
To experience it with you?
...

When I first saw you,
I should have fled the other way.
But you attracted me like a magnet.
Hypnotized!
...

Your depictions sit and haunt,
Vividly.
Although I am not physically there,
To witness any of it...
...

You are not specifically on my mind,
When I write.
Nor are you far away,
From impressions that seem to linger.
...

A heart is not yet open...
If it shys away,
From the forgiving business.
...

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.
...

I 'use' to be many things!
Like Mother Nature I am.
When 'she' decides...
It is time for Fall, Winter
...

Which 'world' was that you said I lived in?

'Your own.'
...

Oh...
There are a few choice cuss words,
I'd like to use right now.
But I do not want to offend...
...