Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Blessed are they awakening each day,
With a gratefulness and a wishful spirit...
To do for others and with God's assistance.
And not to find time to whine or complain...
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Those refusing to remove from their minds,
That which had been experienced in the past...
To accept with a moving on,
With a dawn each day that appears...
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You've got to know...
Life becomes what it is to be.
And not what one believes is free.
Each of us have separate missions.
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Don't get me mixed up with an image fixed.
Or innuendos heard through quick and juicy gossip.
I may feel to feed you with perceptions to believe are real.
But as those perceptions go to fade away,
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Give me what you love.
And not what you don't.
Or...
I wont take it.
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If I concentrate with discipline everyday,
In the morning and at dawn...
With intent to pray.
I can face to chase my fears and doubts away.
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What do you suppose that means?

'What?
What does 'what' mean? '
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There is no need for anyone to resort to panic,
Just because a few disgruntled people...
Have somehow gained access,
With prior approval and security passes...
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Stabilized enough to keep,
In your eyes.
In your eyes,
I've got to be that rock.
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I too thought my elders,
Believed they knew so much.
When I had been younger,
And then out of touch.
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