Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

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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To those misguided,
And surfing to ride...
On the crest of waves,
Behind those who champion...
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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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Who wants to be a rooster,
Crowing before dawn everyday.
Who wants to be that rooster?
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From on the sidelines,
And from behind backs of others.
They will peek and whisper their false tales,
On those they wish to see fail and falter.
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When in doubt,
Trying to figure out
What your life is all about...
Seek reality.
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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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