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Best Poems From
LAWRENCE S. PERTILLAR
(February/'47)
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Romantic Understandings
You've got me on a tightrope and trembling too!
This is not...
Romantic understanding.
You've got me so uptight I don't know what to do.
This is not...
Romantic understanding.
Tell me why,
Romantic understanding...
You aint got hip to yet!
Tell me why,
Romantic understandings...
From you I might not get.
Tell me why,
There's no romantic understanding.
Why...
There's no chance for romance.
And,
Tell me why...
There's no romantic understanding.
Or a chance for romance!
You've got me on a tightrope and trembling too!
You've got me so uptight I don't know what to do.
Tell me why,
There's no romantic understanding.
Why...
There's no chance for romance.
You've got me on a tightrope and trembling too!
You've got me so uptight I don't know what to do.
Can you.
Can you.
Can you...
I bet you can,
Tell me why,
There's no romantic understanding.
Why...
There's no chance for romance.
Tell me why,
Romantic understanding...
You aint got hip to yet!
Tell me why,
Romantic understandings...
From you I might not get.
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lady Bug
You came,
When the trees began their budding.
You came,
With the Spring to start your buzzing.
When you came,
There was nothing I could offer...
But a wink and a nudge.
After landing on my hand,
To become my Lady Bug.
Spring sprung...
And you became my one Lady Bug.
Spring sprung...
And you were there to bring me your luck.
Spring sprung...
With your dotted wings a flutter,
Showing me your bright color.
You came,
When the trees began their budding.
You came,
With the Spring to start your buzzing.
And when you came,
There was nothing I could offer...
But a wink and a nudge.
After landing on my hand,
To become my Lady Bug.
Spring sprung...
And you became my one Lady Bug.
Spring sprung...
And you were there to bring me your luck.
Spring sprung...
With your dotted wings a flutter,
Showing me your bright color.
Spring sprung...
And you became my one Lady Bug.
Spring sprung...
And you were there to bring me your luck.
Spring sprung...
With your dotted wings a flutter,
Showing me your bright color.
Leaving me to feel you're my Lady Bug.
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Racism Kills
Racist people,
Are the saddest these days.
Racist people,
And their ways...
Are fading away.
Hatred kills!
Chills.
And often excused,
As heroism.
Hatred kills!
And for thrills,
Often is defended...
As a pride.
No matter if it hangs...
Or drags alongside,
Insecurites denied.
Hiding the fact...
Their is jealousy behind,
Evil and often...
Masquerading eyes.
Black, white...
Brown or yellow folks,
Provoking attacks.
On others.
Or themselves!
To stab with a vengeance,
Behind a back.
To distort facts!
Racism kills.
And there is no sense in it.
Racism kills.
And the sense that's meant.
Racism kills.
Leaving minds incensed.
Exposing ills...
And evil wills.
Racism kills.
And there is no sense in it.
Racism kills.
And the sense that's meant.
Racism kills.
Leaving minds incensed.
Exposing ills...
And evil wills.
And evil wills to kill will end.
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Murdered By Their Tongues
Threatened by a mentalness,
That spreading gossip did.
And murdered by their tongues.
Whatever between them did exist,
That ruined their happiness...
And long loving relationships,
Has been murdered by their tongues.
Murdered by their tongues,
Abandoned good deeds are left undone.
In big numbers.
Murdered by their tongues,
Some people had to run...
To find their comfort.
Murdered by their tongues,
Some choose to begin to run...
To find their comfort,
And unencumbered by the numbers.
They've been murdered by their tongues.
Stubborn these people,
Who've been murdered by their tongues.
Unconscious people,
Who are murdered by their tongues.
These fools are equal,
Who will murder anyone with their wicked tongues.
Murdered by their tongues,
Some people had to run...
To find their comfort.
Threatened by a mentalness,
That spreading gossip did.
And murdered by their tongues.
Whatever between them did exist,
That ruined their happiness...
And long loving relationships,
Has been murdered by their tongues.
They've been murdered by their tongues.
Stubborn these people,
Who've been murdered by their tongues.
Unconscious people,
Who are murdered by their tongues.
These fools are equal,
Who will murder anyone with their wicked tongues.
Murdered by their tongues,
Some choose to begin to run...
To find their comfort,
And unencumbered by the numbers.
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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