Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I refuse in these days we all live,
To be caught up in others' lives...
With an empathy to give,
That understands what took place...
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When did you notice,
A room you consciously entered...
Was dark and had no windows?
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Does it really matter what a preposition is,
When the language has been butchered...
And few caring less,
If what is spoken is correct.
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It is not my position to understand disrespect.
Or pretend an acceptance of it is okay in my presence.
Too many today are quick to express it.
To allow this addiction to become an affliction.
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Happy I am I'm not the one selected to prove,
The presence of confusion and foolishness exist.
That many believe their kept denials will erase.

I only have to observe it without uttering a single word.
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I know of no one,
Who waited and sat...
For a notoriety to them to come.
Or believe themselves worthy of that.
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I don't buy into that meek,
Turn the other cheek business.
You step on my toes,
I will break your nose.
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Whatever that is,
That comes to provide a comfort...
To anyone with a kept belief,
It is okay to disrespect someone in their home...
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It has been allowed for those self indulged,
To drop the talk and conversation stage.
There have been those who couldn't sit,
When the time had arrived to permit unlimited...
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