Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

A peek was set to catch.
Quickly slipped by a glimpse giver.
Cruised at first to tease.
Laid to seek a heat.
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Just a grouch.
Shouting and pouting about.
Chasing happiness,
And those who are away.
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Does a grape know
That it is sweeter than the ones
Already picked from the vine?
And it is left to sit,
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How can someone undo a bitterness done.
And stung to wound,
Over something assumed.
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The accusers do what they have always done best!
Find someone to blame for their own mess.
Get others to agree to their false charges.
People find in time that they have been duped.
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The choice to accept a common belief,
And not the work of research.
Has left so many in dire straits.
They who have chosen concepts...
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In a flight that has never grounded me,
To relate to life in physical limits.
To perceive an existence,
Bombarded with restrictions.
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They wish to define soliloquies,
As a dramatic monologue...
Spoken in a reflection,
By one who rambles in prose.
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Blistered passions,
Rising in sweet heat.
Lays to simmer when the panting,
Soothes to cool...
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There is nothing more disrespecting,
Than to hear others disrespect themselves.
With a diminishing of an environment,
That is claimed to be degrading in standards...
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