Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I use to believe,
Those deluded by fantasy...
Were the ones that had 'the problem'.
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When burdens begin to lift,
Up off the carrier's shoulders.
A fresh smell of life,
Is noticed to have a wonderful and sparkling 'taste'.
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So much more is this,
Just a gathering of English words.
There is an emotional attachment to them.
With every period ending,
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You are not perfect.
No matter how long you rehearse.
Nor should you give up your quest,
To do what you do and be at your best.
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Some write,
Showing an ineptness as an appetite.
Enjoying the feast of it.
Without a nibble digested.
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When it has been made clear,
There is nothing you share with someone...
Other than sex.
Nothing but a togetherness,
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We are here representing the elements.
The Sun, Moon and Stars.
Molded from the Earth.
In animation condensed.
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Wouldn't it be a fantastic discovery,
If it was uncovered...
That the process of thought,
Was a natural occurrence.
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Don't you feel sometimes that people just should hush.
And give a rest to their mouths and keep them shut.
Even if taped or glued to prevent the rush.
Don't you feel sometimes that people just should hush.
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If you are volunteering your services,
That is exactly what that means.
Your services are consciously volunteered.
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