Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I like ham cloved.
Then coked, pineappled and baked.
However...
I prefer my chicken fried.
...

Why are you dropping 'those' crumbs?

'Look behind us.
Thay have been following us for months.'

So why are you teasing them,
By doing that?
...

I am often reminded,
How the direction of my writing...
Has changed over the years.
And for the life of me,
...

'What on Earth,
Are they doing over there? '

Making attempts to discourage the messenger,
From delivering the message.
...

It was nearing the end of boot camp.
Eight weeks of basic training was nearing an end,
And my training instructor called me out of the ranks...
To say this to me,
...

'Why is it,
Some of your writings I can easily access.
And others I can not?
And why the inconsistency,
...

Brighter are the days ahead,
For the ones of faith.
Brighter are the days,
Ahead.
...

A routine affixed to descriptions of stability,
Once depicted in overtures praised...
Has not strengthened aging to crumble foundations,
Built in days to glorify values and standards.
...

Giving up a sight,
To scope upon another...
Is a pivot.
Why can't you pivot.
...

You've got to be,
Alive.
You've got to be,
A lion loose.
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