Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I hate to be the pessimist.
Especially when invited...
To these backyard picnics.
Under joyful Sun and eating Bar-B-Que.
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Groomed on reality...
So many have been saved.
Those still nibbling on leftovers
Of fantasy,
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You witness your digressions,
And will not admit they actually exist.
You ask for outside protection...
For situations that continue to persist.
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I sit composed.
Lotus in position.
With a disposition relaxed.
After my senses have been taxed,
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Nourish me with ALL that You have,
And ALL that I deserve.
I am the fruit of Your creation...
On this Earth,
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What episodes of this has not been read?
What challenges were missed and have not been fed?
Why are those professing to be christians,
Turning away with self righteous backs?
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The father was a hard worker.
A businessman who fed them all.
The mother was a homemaker...
She was there as if on call!
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I wouldn't call them preferences.
That's too severe!
I would call them 'fresh tidbits'!
Anything that adapts to adjustments made,
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Nothing about you satisfies
The remotest of my daily applied imaginations!
Unless, of course...
You are worth millions?
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I see them finding the time,
To dance to their own rhythms.
All of nature's best.
Dressed within each season...
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