Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I use to hate to
Re-organize
My life
For someone...
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This season is the best.
With gifts to give and get.
Heard are voices singing,
Carols, hymns as bells ring...
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It is not unusual to hear from those,
Climbing up from out of crevices...
Or from behind cemented walls,
To volunteer unsolicited comments...
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Stop crawling to the middle of it.
To prove to anyone you are confident.
Don't be that dude,
To become the one who's battered.
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No decade will 'ever',
Come close to what the 70's...
Exposed to implement,
With a diversity to create.
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Only those who recommend and suggest,
What others should do...
Seem to spend a lot of time in this effort.
But have not implemented the doing themselves...
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Unfortunate it is in todays' climate,
In which fences and bridges are being renovated...
To dismiss divisions and biases,
That there are people who still interpret...
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Thick with wit,
In embedded ideals...
May appeal to those existing,
Within strict and limited points of view...
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Give me more than wishes on a long extended list.
I know it's time Christmas,
But I'd like a hug and kiss.
All I want is with you near and not just reminisced.
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Scammed to depths deep and chased.
And so far away from common sense,
Its distance has retired the thought process...
As a normal and accepted occurrence in the void.
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