Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Opened are the eyes,
Returning from trips...
Fantasized,
On cruises through delusions.
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Neither diplomatic.
Or on automatic.
Are the sighs sober.
Dramatically emphatic.
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Getting comfortable with chaos?
Doing it with it done.
And having fear appear.
Although none is near to come.
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WHY?
Is often heard to be a question,
Asked of others.
But seldom is that question asked,
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People who choose,
To leave their comfort zones...
For a stroll through nature,
Done to condone...
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The business of the poet is done to live,
On the edge of idealistic impressions...
To express.
Mixed with a twisting hint of realism.
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Crazed mentalities,
Given entitled rights to believe...
They can continue to display,
Appetites of hatred and division...
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Respect?
You mean the r-e-s-p-e-c-t?
With a wanting to know,
If it's spelled correctly...
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Should I be held responsible,
For advice someone has asked of me...
They did not take.
Or stop to think about it to consider?
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Many refuse to believe,
Someone else has taken the time...
To deceive them thoroughly.
And people like this will keep,
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