Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Have you ever stopped to take stock,
By inventoring those who remain as adversaries?
Those who took their time to find 'something' wrong you did?
And over the years and in retrospect,
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I use to think of it as inclusive.
Those with appearances,
Of a similar and familiar physicalness...
Immedicately identifying,
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Drop your buns Aunt Betty,
And that package on your back.
We ate your baked cookies,
And they went rather fast.
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You don't, hear it.
You don't, feel it.
And you don't see it,
Like I do.
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If not for love,
no love poems would have been written.
None of us would experience life,
without the act.
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LOL.

'We are here standing on your feet.
To prevent any moves you may take.
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I've yet not recovered...
From you,
My old lover.
No!
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Giving without expectation to receive,
Is the best prescription one can get.
And overdosing to forget selfishness,
Is suggested if one wishes to experience...
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Very few still left that are there,
Who care and dare to admit it...
Had hopes to prevent,
A successful undoing...
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It is time to wrap up all the nonsense folks,
And doing away with all pronounced pretentiousness.
Many will find this difficult to do.
But the doing of it,
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