Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I am not an insect,
Suspected to exist without feelings.
Every cell of life I reflect and exhibit,
Has a purpose.
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Patience given,
To those dealing with their insecurities...
Have several exceptions!
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Intimate since we met.
With no mention of it intended.
And feeling free not to defend it,
To experience this without regret.
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Even those carrying pails of sand,
Would be considered nation builders.
To bring a pride and gleam to their land.
And restore a sense of dignity.
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Violation of rights?
The only rights of those being violated,
May be those known.
To heighten suspicion.
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The retooling of minds,
Overtime steeped to marinate...
In the comfort of nonsense.
And too much foolishness,
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To have awakened is a good thing to be!

And I have learned,
In the many years it has taken me to do it...
That the being there for someone else,
Will not automatically be interpretated...
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'ALWAYS' becomes unnecessary to proclaim,
When it has been proven...
One's love for another has sustained,
The surmounting of tremendous opposition.
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Ultimately,
A truth concealed will be revealed...
When the telling of lies no longer flies by,
The heads of those convinced...
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Whether I am on your list...
Or do not make an appearance at all.
Guest what?
Not a footprint on this path I have made,
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