Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Poppa didn't come to stay,
Standing on the sidelines
To watch others play!
Poppa came to rock!
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The only game there is
In a place small enough to play it...
Is the one so completely obvious
Those involved are given clues,
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To eliminate a sentence,
To make a paragraph more accepting...
Or censor a comment to make an issue less
Affecting...
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You'll never know,
How I feel...
Or lonely nights with tears
That fall.
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Poetry...
A craft,
Much like that
Of a mason laying bricks.
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I'm going to sweep you up in my arms,
With a thrust unknown to you.
Overpowering all of your objections,
With a gushing love I have that's true!
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Something obsessed...
That has to be possessed.
And It can not be obtained too easily,
Or it will quickly be left like the rest!
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There's nothing available for you here.
Take your feet off the welcome mat...
Turn around and disappear!
I hope I'm making myself clear?
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You simply
Can't live a happy life
With a chip on your shoulder.
Or with beliefs that someone owes you...
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Have you been forgiven?
Have you looked inside,
To release those burdens of guilt?
Overcomed with anxiety...
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