Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Why do you stay all up in my stuff...
Feeding?
As if to nurture from my thoughts,
To take and twist.
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When Mother Nature is angered,
Doesn't it seem her punishments...
Are not random?
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With an over concern of image and appearance,
And how one is perceived physically...
By others who pray to escape from temptations,
And removed from thoughts of committing sins...
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Open up your windows.
And,
Don't you slam the door.
There's no need or reason,
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You didn't want to hurt my feelings,
By being specific and direct?
Well,
Let me say 'this' about 'that'.
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Approaching a broken fence,
With a brush and a can of paint...
Believing to change its appearance,
With a few minutes given to it.
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Why is it,
People are quicker to invite outsiders...
To destroy them.
Than they are to listen patiently,
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Too close to love!
Yet it's,
Costly to keep.
And it's,
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It's about the craft.
And a consistency applied,
To prefect its presentation...
One who has no hesitation,
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A definition initiated,
Of laws created to implement...
To later debate over their effectiveness,
Makes the following of them...
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