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Best Poems From
LAWRENCE S. PERTILLAR
(February/'47)
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Intimacy
Afraid of intimacy.
A heart that has been stung,
Just once...
Becomes more suspicious,
And less naive...
When a stinging from someone loved,
Is untimely done.
Afraid of intimacy.
Very few are ready to commit to this.
Until assured some consistency,
Is readily given...
In the sharing of mutual needs.
Not many will leave themselves open.
Or acknowledge publicly...
A wish for a love uncompared,
Shared in secret privacy.
And one devoted and discreet.
Afraid of intimacy?
Not me!
Whether private in discreet...
Or publicly displayed on crowded streets.
I seek a one on one!
That would suit me perfectly.
But these days that kind of intimacy,
Seems to be antiquated history.
Afraid of intimacy.
Very few are ready to commit to this.
Until assured some consistency,
Is readily given...
In the sharing of mutual needs.
And that would be my philosophy,
Regarding how I feel about intimacy.
An act complete of 'shared' familiarity.
Not something done to walk away from and leave.
That's nothing more than satisfying a convenience.
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Intimate Since We Met
Intimate since we met.
With no mention of it intended.
And feeling free not to defend it,
To experience this without regret.
It was as if this was meant to be.
A meeting of coincidence...
That began for us so innocent.
And intimate since we met.
A magnetic attraction we cemented.
First with our eyes,
Then to our surprise we kissed.
Feeling that tingle between us,
With a need to be together...
To explore more of it!
And we have been intimate,
Since we met.
With no mention of it intended.
And feeling free not to defend it!
To experience this without regret.
So blessed we are,
To share this added spice.
That increases in our happiness,
Each of us knew.
But did not expect...
Could reach and climb to further heights.
None that we dreamed of.
Or planned to invite.
Intimate since we met.
With no mention of it intended.
And feeling free not to defend it,
To experience this without regret.
It was as if this was meant to be.
A meeting of coincidence...
That began for us so innocent.
And did not expect...
When we met,
Could reach and climb to further heights.
Further with no intention...
To be this intimate,
Like this intimacy we have is meant.
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Intimately Or Not
No one I am with,
Intimately or not.
Will I permit myself,
To be shadowed...
With my being blocked.
I am meant to rise,
As if from the skies...
Sunlight appears,
To excite with delight...
And,
With a promise that shows clear.
I want and need to astonish.
Not fade away...
Behind a Sunset,
Forever remembered.
No one I am with,
Intimately or not.
Will I permit myself,
To be shadowed...
With my being blocked.
That is not on my list,
Of preferences.
Too many years,
Of dedicated discipline...
Has gone into 'this'.
With devotion and sacrifice,
I have enjoyed.
Not to carelessly be dismissed.
And it has been done,
At the expense of no one...
I want shunned.
But I have chosen in my life,
To love and share.
Not to initiate,
Assumptions to spare.
I want everyone to know,
I am there...
To give and take.
I will never be one,
To have my presence faked.
I want everyone to know,
I am here!
And I 'will' be there as well,
For anyone I share myself...
In a comfort both of us will dwell.
But I will not let it believed,
I shadow anyone...
To acknowledge that they lead.
Intimately or not...
My weight is my own,
To elevate, cast or seen to heave.
I want that known,
As my responsibility!
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Intimidates On Command
You took this too far.
Too easy you thought it would be.
And giving your victory speech prematurely.
Only to find me,
Enduring your grief.
You took this too far!
And for too long you have been wrong.
But no one right could tell you that.
You wanted to prove your fear tactics,
Would set them back.
But you are up against the wall.
And they have shown no fear of you at all.
And throwing you and your balls,
Off of the field.
But you are the one still insisting...
You need more bucks to more whip butt.
As you give them a view,
As an aging process...
Too old to know when methods used,
Have outdated themselves.
And no one they know...
Intimidates on command!
Or has been madcowed!
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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