Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Life is too meaningful.
Too precious an experience,
To waste or quicken it.
Each moment of it given...
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Got up this morning!
Feeling blessed,
And deciding what mood to address...
I would choose,
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Don't putter in the muck too much.
Give that up.
And learn to strut your stuff.
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What habits we bear,
In this humanness given.
A 'will' to do those things,
To bring ourselves despair.
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No confession?
Mental anguish you will possess.
No lessons learned?
The worse for you,
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Give me Mimmie.
Her honesty I accept.
Give me Mimmie.
What she does,
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How do I know you're not real?
The happiness I'm feeling,
Seems not to appeal to you.
And whatever you keep within,
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Poppa dreams.
I still wait for your call,
After all these years.
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To feel not done,
With more to do.
With more to accomplish,
And much more to pursue.
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Don't enforce that upon them...
If believed it doesn't exist.
Slip a little bit,
To those who annoy.
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