Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

With no traffic to fight...
Or third finger to thrust up,
To cuss when someone cuts me off...
As I speed up to catch them,
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No one's satisfaction had,
Is retrieved without the acceptance of facts.
And to unstrap from one's back delusions.
Nothing but truth pursued,
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If not for those incredible sounds of Motown.
Jimi Hendrix.
Burt Bacharach and Hal David.
The Birds.
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Bigotry, intolerance and racism does exist.
And those among the self righteous,
Adorned with valued hypocrisies...
Can not bring themselves to admit,
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If I have done anything without intent to offend anyone,
With an unconsciousness to do it.
Believe me i have nothing to hide inside.
My vision has been focused and fixed with pride,
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There is nothing like witnessing,
What has come to pass.
Especially in the lives of those,
Who believed themselves with time to laugh.
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One never knows who today they can trust.
Not with the many attempting to impress others.

Cheating spouses have always been quick to lie,
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Anyone who flips poisoned lips nonstop to gossip,
With such an ease to disbelieve...
What it is done they do and daily as a prime activity,
Is unaware of the complete destruction they seed to feed.
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Provoked folks returning back,
Indiscretions directed towards them...
By those who attack with a getting of attention,
Are seldom mentioned as to why they react...
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Receive and contribute,
To the giving of that which is good.
Be appreciative and grateful,
As if with a getting of your blessings...
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