Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

This is not a version of something before that had existed,
To be lifted from your memory to then quickly dismiss.
Not this!
No.
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Even from its birth,
What is accepted has to be allowed to grow.
To bloom as it is encouraged with a nourishment.
Influencing the environment...
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Those half-truths told have one intention,
To entertain the ones known...
Who will feed on those half-truths,
To create a reality of their own.
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People do make decisions to leave a comfort zone,
Wilfully...
To seek opportunities elsewhere,
With a doing of this regretfully, sometimes.
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There is one thing about giving,
From the heart that is commendable.
And another to be targeted as one who gives,
By those who have become spoiled by the doing.
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Why is it that those pigeon-toed,
Walk like ducks with their butts stuck up?

'What has that got to do with anthropology? '
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It may become problematic,
To continue to ignore those who equate...
A youthful appearance with being inexperienced.
And a novice to the complexities of life.
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You've got me in the palm of your hands.
And I'm wondering...
Do you mind loosening up your grip,
Just a little bit...
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They love to exaggerate,
Every move I make...
With a microscopic investigation,
As being foolish and incompetent.
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This I accept...
As you have introduced and proposed,
To those who you wish to show me as,
One who holds an independent stance...
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