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Best Poems From
LAWRENCE S. PERTILLAR
(February/'47)
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Self Examination
Smothered in historic wickedness.
In regretted depths trying to forget.
Buried so deep,
To keep it left unacknowledged.
And unleashing hatred to build upon a guilt.
Devoid of sensibility.
Believing these acts will someday be erased.
Or replaced by destruction...
Inferiority felt within them creates.
And a forgiveness of emotions,
Come to them to show...
As weakness unadmitted to defend.
They must prove themselves as powerful!
By using weapons to threaten, kill, maim...
Destroy and end!
Those acts done by hardened hearts.
With a stubbornness that does not from them depart.
To eventually darken their own footsteps,
In suspicions and distrust.
Attacking their own reflections...
Which comes to visit them next!
Exterminating themselves,
Like they would insects.
Leaving them in isolation,
With mental defects!
Conflicting.
And achieving their own blend of sins.
That stings with severe pain!
To gain an enlightenment.
Slowly slowly this light sheds upon them.
Assisted by complete economic devastation.
When a self examination...
Reveals the naked truth!
And this truth that comes to them,
Will not be denied.
Since it when seen from its origin...
Can not be hidden!
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That's A Thoroughbred
Is the fresh dew appearing,
On the backside of a thoroughbred horse...
Any indication,
That this horse stays prepared to run a race...
Anytime.
And never finds time to relax or sleep?
Or keep away from the track.
Only to practice lap after lap after lap,
With eyes on the prize!
And that's why the dew.
Since the early bird catches the worm?
'I stayed with you until we got to the bird.
And the worm.
What does that have to do with the horse? '
That's not just an ordinary horse.
Doing laps around a course!
That's a thoroughbred.
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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119.
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They Lust
They Lust!
Don't let them fool you.
Under that self righteous,
'Holier-than-thou' veneered exterior...
They lust.
That's the only thing they do,
That can be trusted.
They lust.
Whether it's sex, violence
Or drugs from others they sell to bust!
They lust.
The weapons they legalize to hunt and kill,
Just for thrills to satisfy their mental ills.
They lust!
And stealing and lieing with covered up shrills!
They lust.
Don't let them fool you.
If they didn't...
They wouldn't be asking God,
To forgive them for what they do!
They lust and pray.
And take they do from others that way!
They lust.
Deluded...
By their own self deception.
And this is not admitted.
Nor will they quit it.
They lust.
It's in the fabric they wear.
And dare those who oppose,
This exposure!
Seeking excuses and remedies,
To mask their misdeeds...
Feed and breathe.
They lust!
To protect and gratify their whims!
They lust in view.
And deny that's what they do.
They lust.
Self destructing...
With a willful absence of shame.
They lust...
And it is done,
As they imprison others to blame...
For doing the same.
They lust.
While watching those who suffer.
They lust.
And this excites them!
Even when betraying one another.
They lust.
That's the only thing they do,
That can be trusted.
They lust.
It's in the fabric of their allegiances,
They pledge to keep obeyed.
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To My Facebook 'Friends'
To my Facebook 'friends'...
Any time a smearing is done,
To defame and backstab anyone.
Remember,
This is often a way...
One who chooses a synonym,
To keep a facade reflecting what is fake.
Anyone choosing to communicate,
Behind a mask.
Should tell you 'something'
About that Facebook 'friend'!
They have selected you to spew their filth.
And from the gutter,
They pull trash!
Hoping what they utter has 'legs' enough to last.
Note:
It's difficult to defend one's integrity.
When those with none...
Have chosen a mask to adorn,
To inflict harm upon someone!
And yet,
Those with an absence of self respect,
Seem always 'busy' infecting the fresh air.
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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