Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

When a mind is shut...
Don't try to pry it open.
It is better where it is decaying,
Left alone.
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Poppa didn't come to stay,
Standing on the sidelines
To watch others play!
Poppa came to rock!
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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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Some folks may change personas,
But they wear the same pajamas.
And when they expose,
The same butt and nose...
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I'm so glad to see us back together.
Even though we argue and fight!
Let's keep 'us' back together...
So I can sleep peacefully at night!
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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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Some may say I don't 'NEED'
But that I 'WANT'!
But I know what I need...
And it's you that I want.
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Hounds on the prowl...
Wolves in silk and satin,
Growl.
Tasty morsels loose unleashed.
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Poetry...
A craft,
Much like that
Of a mason laying bricks.
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