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Best Poems From
LAWRENCE S. PERTILLAR
(February/'47)
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Silence!
Silence!
That is all that is left,
You now can offer.
Silence!
When your lips were needed,
To stop the heat of greed that fed...
You denounced a noncomformity,
As something those doing it would dred!
And here you are,
Being closed in...
By those who deceived 'you' instead!
Silence!
That's all that is required from you right now!
You have proven,
Like sheep...
Misfortunes thought were mine,
You believed you would never reap.
Has been designed to keep you mislead!
Now a sacrifice shared is weeped.
No one cares...
Tears from your eyes now you shed!
Silence!
Keep it...
As a sacrifice!
That is all you have left...
Tossing and turning your life,
Into a premature death.
With a shortened gasp of breath!
And with deception kept...
Your treasures hoarded,
Will quietly from you be swept,
Away!
As a silence bleeds...
From those who willfully allowed,
Themselves to be bled!
Self-righteous in rejecting those...
As you watched their hunger,
And homelessness spread!
Silence!
It's your turn...
To find no place to lay your head!
Silence!
Isn't that what you expected...
From those you said,
Were too low of life!
And denied them you did...
Of a fight to keep,
Their human rights!
Silence!
That's all that is needed from you.
No one cares what your objectives are.
You have already expressed...
Your selfish point of view!
And silence from others,
Comes to light!
As your plight is witnessed...
And subdues you to drown,
In standards that leave you...
Sinking underground!
Silence!
Is that clear?
That is all those who have survived,
Your sick conflicting inflicted nonsense...
Have chosen to dispel.
And from you...
Silence is all,
One wishes from you to hear!
With a peace released that swells!
No one but you,
Appreciates your created hell!
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Silenced Has Been This Nut Cutter
Silenced has been this nut cutter.
The one whose persona,
Had been one of dignity.
He with lips,
Flapping and microphoned.
Broadcastiing sentiments...
One of his stature,
No one condoned.
Silenced has been this nut cutter.
Finding such disgust,
He should not have uttered.
And today,
Whatever influence he may have had..
Has faded away.
Along with his perceptions...
On top of water he walked,
And not through it he waded.
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Silencing the Sobbing
There is talk of those deserting,
On battlefields where soldiers are serving.
Running away from an unjust mess...
To retreat alone in heartbreak and hopelessness.
There is talk among those who shoulder deceit.
To keep our young exposed to blood on foreign streets.
For 'interests' claimed to belong to 'us'.
But there is none walking the halls of 'justice'...
That anyone will admit they can actually trust!
Lawmakers investing in foreign currency.
Believing to keep this a secret...
No one will perceive they can do so openly!
As those who support this incompetency,
Watch without protest a failing economy!
Please!
Those who have allowed and see this...
Need to grieve!
And everyday and night,
The bravery of our young soldiers...
Are demanded in commands,
To spill their guts in fights!
With tears welling in their eyes...
And holding weapons with blistered hands!
Trying to disguise,
What they themselves can no longer stand!
Not just over oil...
But also over a faltering kingdom's might!
To keep the dignity of those totally insane.
Those who take stands to live lifestyles grand!
Even though these conflicts have no restoration,
Of a peaceful end in sight!
None at all,
For those who are blight seeking fans!
There is talk of those deserting,
On battlefields where soldiers are serving.
Running away from an unjust mess...
To retreat alone in heartbreak and hopelessness.
And when they return to lands of their birth...
Guess who shows them gratitude first?
Guess who shows them a treatment that is worse?
Guess who shows them disrespect and shame?
Guess who returns without honor bestowed or claimed?
Guess how many are homeless...
And living each day with nothing to eat?
While those in suits and ties,
Meet in secret places...
To produce more lies and accepted alibis!
Guess who does their best,
To keep these ills suppressed!
And 'this' is allowed and condoned!
To foster false images publicly shown.
As the mental states of those bleeding,
Are left pleading alone!
Leaving the final chapter,
Of a once great society...
Closing upon its destiny,
By a show of thoughtlessness,
And how it rejects and treats its own!
And those BLACK of color...
Know this like no other!
These are purely facts!
Although ignored...
Observation has proven that!
No further need for it to be statistically explored!
There is talk of those deserting,
On battlefields where soldiers are serving.
Running away from an unjust mess...
To retreat alone in heartbreak and hopelessness.
And yet a camouflage,
Is produced to hide the odds!
From distances where cloak and dagger tramps...
Complete their slickness by just nodding,
At each other with a winking glance.
And silencing the sobbing of parents heard,
By describing to the masses,
How courageous these 'victims' of war were...
With their selective choice of hollow and trite words!
As they continue to murder our sensibilities!
As we pledge to struggle through,
For these blood thirsty thieves.
Who have clearly made it known to all...
They can destroy humanity without compassion.
And with a growing heartless collective ease!
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Silent Are My Whispers
You I wish to touch and hold near.
It is you in my mind and heart,
I consume with a desired taste.
But I fear you will object to the heat of my passion.
And since I am old fashioned...
And hesitate to waste a movement embraced,
Sought to be taken without a moment in wait.
To make a later date.
Silent are my whispers!
Although quick,
I wish...
For you to accept my probing hands.
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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