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Best Poems From
LAWRENCE S. PERTILLAR
(February/'47)
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Obvious Motivations
People who complain,
About life and what it is not...
Often are disappointed,
They can not use others
To obtain an advantage,
That highlights a disadvantage!
Attracting an attention,
To their lack of prevention curtailed.
They can not see this...
As they look for others to agree with them.
That's how obvious their motivations are.
Provoking hollow goals,
With empty wishes to achieve
Absolutely nothing for themselves...
Or anyone else that sympathizes,
Within listening distance.
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Of Accepted Ignorance
Undo a knot I myself tied?
Tight and to perfection?
To admit I had done this to myself...
Would spoil the empathy I get,
From those who suspect...
I had been victimized,
By expressing an intelligence.
And that's the last thing I wish to expose,
Knowingly.
There are still some benefits I get,
In portraying I am blessed with an abundance...
Of accepted ignorance.
I know how to suffer from my foolishness wisely.
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ominous Places
Ominous places,
With faces hard to leave...
Can,
Introduce a certain weakness...
Temptating to be pleased.
And...
Those ominous places,
Will provide one a company.
That...
Later one will regret,
As a fix that's wished and needed.
Ominous places,
With faces hard to leave...
Can,
Introduce a certain weakness...
Temptating to be pleased.
And...
Those ominous places,
Will provide one a company.
That...
Later one will regret,
As a fix that's wished and needed.
But...
Once condoned,
Can never be left alone.
Those ominous places,
Will provide one a company.
That...
Later one will regret,
As a fix that's wished and needed.
But...
Once condoned,
Can never be left alone.
But...
Once condoned,
Can never be left alone.
But...
Once condoned,
Can never be left alone.
To be...
Left alone!
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On Paths With Cracks
Few I knew,
Were catered to and pampered.
Or raised like prized roses...
Away from those who bloomed,
Among the killing weeds.
Few I knew,
Clutched to crutches.
Provided by sympathizers...
Who protected them from realities.
On paths with cracks,
With a stumbling done...
I've seen some do this.
And of course,
I was one!
On paths with cracks,
With no guide to lead.
Faith and courage...
Lifted those I knew from their knees.
Few I knew,
Clutched to crutches...
On paths with cracks.
Few I knew,
Were catered to and pampered.
And that's a fact.
When a standing was done,
From a fall one made...
There was little time to give to weep.
And empathy shown was little to none.
Since those I knew...
Were focused to get things done!
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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