Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I wish I can explain to define my interest,
In being creative with such an attached attraction.
But just like my birth I don't remember when I first,
Took notice of the beginning of it...
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Why do the people seem so angry?

'I've heard it said they feel deceived.'
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I awaken these days to be more observant.
Have I been slower to recognize the Sunrise?
And the dew and the lifting of mist...
As I notice this while I sit to witness dawn?
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Others may 'talk' about their efforts.
But only a few produce on a daily basis...
The 'work'.
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After trillions of dollars spent to waste,
There are those still refusing...
To admit the doing of making mistakes.
And at whose expense has this been done?
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It's enough to get up on a high horse.
Tip those wide brim hats.
Lock tight and strap those saddle bags.
Wave goodbye; turn those backs and ride.
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Do you keep lessons taught,
Kept in your mind easily to find?
Are those thoughts within your reach,
To appreciate the ones...
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A disputing one's accomplishments,
To diminish the existence of it...
Does not change the facts,
Of them being documented as proof.
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It takes a doing everyday.
And from it not to stray to stay focused,
On that which is desired, loved and devoted.
With a putting thoughts of doubts and fears away,
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People,
Are committed everyday to deny...
What they do to abuse and who,
When, where and why!
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