Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

A conceit that serves a self-centeredness,
Usually runs into a brick wall that stalls...
Than one suspected of having an ego,
By those who benefit with more to get...
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Did I ask you for an estimate,
To be shown.
Did I ask you for an estimate,
To make known.
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I 'still' carry that chip,
That has inspired my motivation...
With steadfast initiative.
To prove that I could do whatever I wished,
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Staying sharp one can't be dizzy,
Or accept a dullness to set...
When in a zone owned and known,
As a quest.
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Reluctant to express a heartfelt passion.
In fear their admissions,
Will be discussed in private whispers.
And yet accepting to be upset by anguish.
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My eyes have never been set on a race to chase.
Or have I awakened,
From dreams to see myself in first place.
Experiences have left me with a lot of patience.
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Usually an interest is expressed,
By the asking of questions.
For answers to come to one who expects.
Seldom is it that answers come delivered,
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First the naysayers come out to express their doubts.
Then the critics chime in with their critiques to begin.
Followed by those who claim to read between lines.
With a doing to solicit opposition every time.
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A 'Goddess' of poets with talents immense.
An inspiration to all this 'Goddess' has meant.
With her insights surfacing from uncommon depths,
And lyrically if set to music...
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Everyone else,
Has a problem to solve...
But us.
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