Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

God is in my life!
Always...
And forever.
He will make things right!
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Sarcastic?
I am not!
I am cynical.
With touches of skepticism,
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How can they be corrected?
When eyes have been set upon,
Incorrectness.
How can a pride be handed to them?
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He said he was 'representin'
The peeps,
Who digged life with breath fresh!
And eyes so cleared...
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Who pays...
For the displays of injustices,
Dispatched and laid?
As rights and defenses,
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There is talk of those deserting,
On battlefields where soldiers are serving.
Running away from an unjust mess...
To retreat alone in heartbreak and hopelessness.
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Anyone will do,
To accuse for their blunders.
Anyone to screw...
Will certainly for them do!
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What is this thing called poetry?
Is it depictions...
Of vignettes connected.
Bridged between something said profound.
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A little bit of terrificness...
Came to sit,
In my mind.
Then familiar with drifting...
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They would spread lies,
On my sisters and I.
And they were relatives.
Preparing us very early...
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