Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

They wish to define soliloquies,
As a dramatic monologue...
Spoken in a reflection,
By one who rambles in prose.
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Believing themselves to be equipped,
With a kind of wit that makes them slick...
They appear from nowhere,
Out from the woodwork...
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People had spent years...
Sometimes lifetimes,
Creating and presenting their own problems...
At their own detriment!
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So sad are they with minds limited.
They had paid to obtain an intelligence...
But leave schools degreed,
Without one hint...
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Get out of my face!
You have convinced my own flesh and blood,
To erase a closeness.
To become replaced...
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You wish to strum my strings,
To pluck my heart of its emotions.
As if to bring...
Upon my ears sentiment.
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Pucker up my little sucker,
And give daddy a great big kiss.
I'm glad you're the last one to listen to poppa...
And have decided to dismiss,
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Successful in restricting the movements,
Of those with wishes to lead.
They are now seeking unity and leadership...
From those left amongst themselves,
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Hmmm...
Let's see.

What do 'I' recommend,
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As a Dove I flew,
Without concern...
That my wings someone had clipped!
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