Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

When the muffin has been eaten,
It is gone.
To savor the flavor and taste of it,
Doesn't last very long,
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It's hard to keep one's focus,
Kept centered on a map...
When a giving to distractors,
A snack who have a knack...
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The way green grass grows in Spring,
Returning from Winter's chill...
To renew with an offering that brings,
A missing of what is wished.
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To value things to chase,
Seems such a waste of life.
And this becomes realized,
Once those things chased...
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Hearing people complain,
Reminds me of a child...
Who has been told to be patient.
But couldn't.
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'Why have you allowed them to do 'that' to you? '

To do what?
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One should never address,
Or involve themselves...
In business affairs not theirs.
Yet many do with claims to make.
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It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
It is poetic and prophetic,
With some tongue in cheek stuff.
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You could bake for me cupcakes,
To then smother with thick gravy.
And I would eat them.
I would.
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The beliefs and perceptions one has,
Of them to hold unchanging in their minds...
Are nearly the same thing.
And as concrete as a decision made,
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