Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I was once told what I did was not correct.
I could do it another way,
And make it better yet.
But my need to express...
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What can not be erased or faced,
Surfaces time and time again to disgrace.
An embarrassment does not aid,
In the replacement that degrades.
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Destroyed by appearances.
And values on the surface...
That have no depth.
A quality of life has been sacrificed.
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I have stopped caring about what others think of me.
That did not aid my productivity.
Or put a dime in my pocket!
Which today is worth a diminishing dollar!
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I've been battered,
And shattered by it.
But the process of putting the pieces back,
Have healed.
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This is this,
And nothing else.
This is not that!
Nor can that be this.
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Would you hear my voice,
If this was not available?
Could you feel the beating of my heart?
Or touch the many parts of me I share?
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A writer doesn't write to attract readers.
Maybe gossip columnists do.
To sell images and ruin a few.
But a writer who is true,
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Shallow tricks played,
Had been the acts of children.
Today everyone takes part.
To elicit some emotion,
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At any price their decadence is wished.
An opportunity to be lifted away from it,
Keeps them at a distance!
Becoming suspicious.
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