Lawrence S. Pertillar Sometimes Poems

I've seen birds with wings,
Use them.
I've known people with talents,
And God given gifts...
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We have assignments,
Some with reason and rhyme...
But,
Like none other...
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Love is not all goo and gah.
Sometimes there is goo and no gah,
And lots of...
Ugh! Geeessshhh.
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Spectacular and unconventional.
With a little bit of poverty.
And a lot of dysfunction.
But I couldn't pay...
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I am my own stranger,
Sometimes.
I have no clue what I would do,
Under any circumstance.
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You with the temper fits,
Need to sit and listen...
To your moans.
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The best gift one can give,
To another who is claimed to be a friend...
Is straight up gut wrenching honesty.
Although the friendship might end,
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When people stubborn,
Continue to repeatedly refuse...
Opinions and better decisions made.
Although they may be deluded by visions.
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I can be foolish.
And can do foolish things
Knowing what I do is a bit foolish.
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I love my parents and sisters dearly.
I've been the first to their defense.
And I am sure they are aware of this.
However...
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Don't you feel sometimes that people just should hush.
And give a rest to their mouths and keep them shut.
Even if taped or glued to prevent the rush.
Don't you feel sometimes that people just should hush.
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If I concentrate with discipline everyday,
In the morning and at dawn...
With intent to pray.
I can face to chase my fears and doubts away.
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Silent my nights.
And,
Often...
Too remote.
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Okay!
I agree.
You don't have to accept what I say.
I take what I said back.
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Sometimes crime occupies everybody's mind.
Coming as it does,
To kick a peaceful dove...
Away!
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I've had enough of my self involvement.
Looking into mirrors and other objects,
To find my reflection 'radiating' to stun...
Anyone,
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Raised to believe...
If they wished reality not to exist,
They could ignore it away!
Or kneel on knees to pray to false symbols
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Why do you hand me that noose?
Is this your attempt at comedy?

'Oh,
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Sticking with my eyes,
With a sticking to see...
That a confirmation sticking to my faith,
Is the key.
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With a call to respond,
I imagine that is what a writer...
Of poetic verse does.
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