Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

You don't like the tone of my voice.
Or the way in which it is used?
That's unfortunate.
Not for me.
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I've noticed children that lack discipline,
Are accustomed to their parents or guardians...
Shouting out demands to them.
With cussing heard that eventually is returned,
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It's not worthy to discuss,
An injustice done and performed...
By the intentions of someone else,
Who professes an innocence.
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There had been no prior intention,
To pronounce you guilty.
But your persistent attempts,
To improve your understanding...
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Because I show an interest in you,
I 'have' to prove myself worthy...
To gain your attention?
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You needn't switch your cookies.
To offer them to someone else...
With a giving to me of a preferred substitute.
Your cookies are good...
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Do something new!
Stop peeking from the keyhole.
View to pursue.
And-be-brave.
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Mix and blend before you can,
Feed me!
Heat it in the kettle then,
Feed me love!
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Upset?
By a bit of tart tongue,
From a street wisened dialect.
One can spit out,
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Is the pain of hearing a 'no',
Easier to take...
For one accustomed to hearing it.
And continues to move on...
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