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Best Poems From
LAWRENCE S. PERTILLAR
(February/'47)
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Texture of the Mix
The texture of the mix...
Does not sit well on many lips.
Barriars are being broken.
An unspoken mending begins to end...
Divisions and conflicts supported.
With a marketing twist.
Abandoned by many.
While others have druthers,
Not to birth more of it.
And...
Has left the taste for those who wish,
More substance and less ghosts,
To boost and boast...
Empty and expensive visions.
As a loss of cost effectiveness...
Has proven ineffective,
For those intentions meant.
As knuckles grip,
To expose an absence of hemoglobin.
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thank God For The Critics
It use to bother me when I heard others say,
Who did or did not have talent.
And I believe one who breathes has skills,
Of some kind.
I like to stay in that frame of mind.
Then it dawned on me,
If those who had time to speak negatively...
Of course they would have time to pass judgement too.
And with a 'light' of insight,
I was introduced!
'These are the critics! Enjoy.'
And they seem to despise those who have gifts,
That attracts the attention they wish their efforts could.
If efforts of creativity within them exists.
Rehearsed and practiced until they are driven into fits.
But they don't work at it.
To know the experience.
Nor the requirements of self examination and honesty.
With a mix of naοvetι and vulnerability unbelieved.
Keeping an accepted freshness alive.
And talents shine when this is done!
This also inspires and encourages at least 'someone'.
Thank God for the critics.
And those with talents who are inspired to resist,
The exchange done of sharp tongues.
And those with frowning lips.
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thank God I Do
I've been famous...
Infamous, defamed and dismissed!
I've sat to be spat upon by a few,
To forget and forgive and then kissed!
And I've dropped to the bottom,
To crawl painfully back to the top!
And I've dropped to the bottom,
To crawl painfully back to the top!
In a monotonous cycle...
That have flipped flopped more than not!
Several times I've obtained possessions...
To discard or leave behind.
With many successes and regrets of regresses.
With lessons coming difficult...
Back to back some came sometimes!
And today I'm very proud to say,
How blessed I know I am!
My life could be a whole lot worse
Than those who curse theirs...
Not sharing or caring or giving a damn!
I thank God I do!
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thank You
Memories of accomplishments,
Come as a relief as a nourishing rain.
A sacrifice maintained,
Has flourished to produce results.
And a gleaming sustains as bright,
As the light that shows on the face...
Of one who finally knows,
That feeling of achievement...
Released and received to please.
Knowing,
Something did that has been done...
Will be remembered.
What can one say...
But,
'Thank You! '
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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