Lawrence S. Pertillar

Gold Star - 90,325 Points (February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

No Fresh Game In The Fields - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

There is no fresh game in the fields.
The paupers have pounced
To leave not an ounce of dignity
Anyone could patronize!
The charity days have gone.
And so has every excuse played
To get 'over' on someone else.
It's awful...
But survival skills today
Are requiring much more,
Than mooching and fresh gossip.
Those who hunt with precision,
Are on the scene.
And if you can not carry
Thoughts you can use...
For those who can use them?
You will be lost to discover
Any around,
You can borrow!
There is no fresh game in the fields.
And you have not prepared yourself to play!
With the seriousness of tight lips,
Or the sense of urgency...
To sit and develop your own action.
You've been working on reactions for years.
And that has been outdated!

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 28, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 11, 2011


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