Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Most of us,
Have been pre-conditioned...
To find good jobs.
Odd or not...
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O' Magnificent Light,
That shines brightly upon my life.
I beseech You,
With every breath I breathe.
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Some have abilities to lead.
Others seem to be perfectly okay,
Following.
Without offering suggestions.
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That which has been made to believe...
And that which is a 'divine' perception given,
And received.
May conflict.
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Separate political affliations,
And a number of religious divisions...
Depicting and in conflict,
What for others is best to accept...
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Gone are my nuts.
The ones I mixed up,
With raisins, dried pineapple bits...
And cranberries.
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When the money is depleted will they cease as enemies?
When they find themselves with cupboards bare,
Will they share this reality?
Or will their stupidity,
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I am 'not' your Santa Claus!
Or Saint Nick,
With pockets bulging with riches.
Or prepared to scent the air with Balsam fir,
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Why does aging become a mystery,
And has become despised...
By the ones expected to do it?
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Some are often,
Abused and talked about.
Taunted and picked out.
Without evidence to show,
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