Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

The marketing of flu,
Has become a multi billion dollar industry.
There is money to be made in creating vaccines,
By private corporations.
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Oh they've got their corks up now.
Overtaxed and burdened,
They can not relax.
Smack dab in the middle,
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If you are still here,
And I awaken screaming.
I have not experienced a nightmare.
I am just surprised,
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Too early in the morning.
And all the time.
You are there,
As if an alarm clock.
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Let me put this in perspective for you.
Are you ready?
This journey began in 1952.
I was 5
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Je vous cherche.
Non où ne font je vois...
Ce sourire qui rit,
Exprimer ces yeux de danse.
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Whatever time you wish it to be...
It never seems the right time for that time!
Since 'that' time wished and wanted,
Has long been gone.
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Do what you like.
Do it with devotion.
Perfecting what is done...
With heartfelt emotion.
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Claimed it is too painful,
To face the past some say.
Yet held within their grasp to hold,
Is that past they keep portrayed.
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The same people who exclaimed,
They will remain the same unchanged.
And down to Earth.
With a belief the doing of this,
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