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  LAWRENCE S. PERTILLAR (February/'47)
 
 
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  12397.     

That Concept Is Best Left

It is a narrow mentality,
That makes some perceive...
What is done is okay.
With a thoughtlessness achieved.
And determined to leave this receptive.

Many believe an integrity is not important.
That 'concept' is best left to those weak.

Although they suffer from these deeds.
In silent denial.
A robust hypocriscy is maintain.
To mask their searching...
For someone to dump their responsibilities.
 
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  12398.     

That Cup Of Coffee

Why is it one seems to be able,
To hold onto a dollar for days?
And yet...
Hundreds of dollars would take just hours,
To spend as if they had never had it.

'I can't get a cup of coffee for a dollar these days.
It's nearly useless as it stays in my pocket.'

~That's great.
More pennies for your thoughts,
You can say you have saved.~

'Huh?
What? '

~Now...
Think of that cup of coffee as being hundreds of dollars.
Not to waste.
But to keep in your pocket.~

'Is that what you do? '

~Are you kidding?
No.
But I must admit,
Giving others advice makes me feel good.~

'So...
What is it that you keep in your pocket? '

~I'm hoping you will give me that dollar,
You've confessed to me you can't use.
I will be more than glad to relieve you of that stress.
God works in mysterious ways.
Don't He? ~

'It's DOESN'T He.'

~It sure is.
But you keep that thought.
While donating to me that dollar.
With the knowing that God is good 'and' all the time.~
 
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  12399.     

That Dawn You Deny Will Still Arrive

When many moons have gone,
And winds come to blow those seasons lived...
What then had happened in the past away,
Pointless it is to insist upon revisits.
Wishing to stay stubbornly fixed in mid-bloom!

With experiences we should grow from them.
And not pretend they come to leave us unchanged.
Or allow us to prevent, ignore and/or dismiss,
What appears on the horizon to witness and permit...
That which comes to us to discover as the dawn arrives.

'I refuse to accept it.'

~What part?
Your birth or your expected bloom?
Either way...
That dawn you deny will still arrive.~
 
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  12400.     

That Deep Stuff Is Not Enough

That deep stuff is not enough,
To cuddle up to places within you...
I exclusively wish to be invited to touch.

Too many times I've tried to be cerebral.
To show I can be intelligent.
Only to witness you slowly close your eyes.
With a nodding to follow.
Proving my intentions...
Gives you a reason to 'meditate' on it.

Well,
At least that's what you say...
After I've shakened you awake.

That deep stuff is not enough,
To cuddle up to places within you...
I exclusively wish to be invited to touch.
And I am so afraid I will chase you away...
If I said honestly it was you I lust.

'I wish you were more direct.
And told me how you really cared for me.'

Only the best of worker bees,
Will deliver the nectar to the hive...
Satisfying the needs of the 'queen'.

'What?
Are you asking me for a date? '

If a deer is not blinded by oncoming headlights,
Unexpected on a darkened road.
Would he choose to linger in the hopes to get this wish?

'Gee...
I hope not.
Wouldn't that make him a dead deer?
Or would he be a dead doe? '

Naw!
He'd be a big buck.
Wanting more each moment,
To get it on and...
Stir things up.
 
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