Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I don't need a pat or a slap on my back.
Nor do I need to be seen behind the wheel,
Of a spanking brand new Cadillac.
Or a Range Rover.
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Ignore me,
If you must.
But twig bearing leaves,
On the branches of the same tree...
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Crusted mustard breath,
I awakened to...
When I loved you.
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I see the dust.
I suspect no water falls.
The rusting done,
Supports no life at all.
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You've got to know love...
To exit and escape,
The introduction of heartache.
Love isn't fake!
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God has allowed my life.
With an accepted work ethic.
To do what needs to be done.
And applying effort to it!
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Your touch...
Light years from the others.
Sought and needed much.
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My mama was the first to teach me...
I can always be a better man.
And doing that at my own expense.
Never to forget...
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The greatness of those who verbally express...
Whether with pen or deed intended.
Once did capture those moments,
In a time now gone and lived.
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