Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Enthusiastic lovers of those things specific,
With a flair to brand their favorite picks wished...
And open and honest about it,
Are no different from others...
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'Do I have a choice? '
I would ask my inner voice.

~Does a bird fly with one wing?
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When the obvious becomes less fantasized.
And delusions are premanently released,
From positions of popularity...
Can all then begin to confront ignorance,
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If a declaration is made,
Of having amnesia...
'After' a violent act of atrocities,
Against others have been committed...
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The designs of Mother Nature,
Are often explained.
But an escaping from the pattern,
Mother Nature makes...
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How many opportunities should be given,
To those who are clearly incompetent?

'Are they liked and impressively dressed? '
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The more I comprehend where I stand,
The more it is understood...
How my stances taken can offend.
And since I am not one to be defensive,
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Looking through a lense,
Within an animation to be given choice.
And introspection to examine.
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Where does one go,
To seek with a teaching those lessons unknown?
And find that one who is secure enough,
Without fearing what is taught...
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It will rain to replenish,
That which needs to be nourished.
It will flood to clear debris,
To rejuvenate an encouragement of growth...
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