Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I've got plenty made doodles.
Some done and some new doodles too.
I've got plenty made doodles.
And doing those doodles is what I choose,
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What is this that I do?
What is this?
And what is it?
What is this that I do?
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Why did you abandon my love,
And then announce it missing?
Then you called all your friends to tell them,
Not even a glance from me you are getting.
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Why haven't they boarded the lifeboats?

~They first wish to discuss,
Political correctness and social etiquette.
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I wish those times we had caressed,
Would return and with respect.
As if there were special effects,
To help us forget we had values invested.
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With a beginning to address what is best for our children,
Would a complete isolation of them become protested?
Would a total masquerading to keep them unknown,
Spare them from a mediocrity condoned.
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Something done persistently,
Eventually wears on the body and mind...
Of the one who has given time to find,
Without a resting to qualify this to be done...
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Why is it,
There are those who can not accept...
Someone announcing a desire,
To live peacefully in a quietness...
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Knowing the business of one's talent helps,
After establishing a recognition.
It is not the fact that one gains attention,
That a gift is remembered when it is presented.
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The only people who miss,
The living of a different life...
Seem to be those who recognize,
The foolishness of fear.
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