Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I express my thanks to all,
Who offer their comments...
That are analytical,
With indepth perceptions.
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I use to think of it as inclusive.
Those with appearances,
Of a similar and familiar physicalness...
Immedicately identifying,
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If we are not here to give and receive...
Why are we blessed with arms to reach.
And hands to offer,
What we have to share?
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Do as you must,
To accomplish that
Which fulfills your desires.
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We can not blame anyone for ripping someone off!
Have we not extended blessings...
To anyone acquiring opulence.
And living to feed gluttony,
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My mother would have my sister and I...
As kids,
To go look for a nice sized switch.
Then strip it before she whipped us with it!
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I've witnessed manipulators,
Come and go.
A few had used techniques...
As easily as massaging a couple of egos.
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Twice,
There would be goodbyes...
Spoken.
With hearts broken.
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An instrument I am.
To be used as a tool.
But by 'who'?
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It is sad your range of vision is narrow.
And your complaints have limited your steps,
To accept fear and complacency with its feeding.
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