Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Few I knew,
Were catered to and pampered.
Or raised like prized roses...
Away from those who bloomed,
...

I'd like to think my mind is kept receptive...
And fresh to accept 'thought'.
Most times my thoughts mold
Holding
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Overwhelmed, underpaid and married,
To someone who perceives...
Going through the ceremony was enough.
And the performance of being a full-time spouse,
...

Stuck in a warp,
Zone.
And united with those delighted.
To never be made convinced,
...

You beam,
The brightest smile I've ever seen.
And you beam,
A glow I'd wish to come to know.
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When you bore of the dishin' that you're gettin',
Just come to me.

When you bore of the dishin' that you're gettin',
Just come to me.
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The mind is a terrible thing to waste.

'How would you know? '

My mind had been wasted many times.
And the last time I remember being wasted,
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If anyone believes,
The one standing alone...
Taking the heat under spotlight,
Runs the show...
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One needs only to open their eyes.
Wide.
And listen with their ears.
Without the aid of whispering peers.
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The last time I said,
I have had enough of it.
That's it!
No more.
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