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  2029.     

An Aging Done With Maturity

An aging done with maturity,
Allows some to become objective.
With a forgiving of those who had demeaned.
For whatever the reason may be,
People choose to select others...
With a choice to make them their enemies.
So foolish is this process.

And when one ages a patience seems to arrive,
With a sharing of recipes...
Some announce they would like to try.
And the openness by which sex is expressed...
On all levels of intimacy,
Are quickly discussed without embarrassment...
As if in the doing of it is an achievement,
Those who age want everyone to believe!

'My grandparents use to talk to me about sex,
More than my own parents did!
And where they were when wars were fought!
What's up with that? '
 
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  2030.     

An Alternative

I can enjoy a good laugh.
Sometimes at my expense.
But I don't live my life to joke.
Or be by those provoked.
With a doing of it to experience.

And I've explained to those who believe,
A repeated doing of this...
Doesn't leave me pleased.
Especially after warnings that persist,
To help them recognize the difference.

But the difference isn't known.
And the best thing is to split.
Or choosing an alternative...
By the silencing of one's lips.
Hoping that message is taken seriously.
And the immaturity done will cease to quit.
 
Lawrence S. Pertillar
   
 

   
   
 

  2031.     

An Appreciation For The Highs And Lows

I did not invent motivation.
Nor was initiative,
Sitting in a variety store...
Wishing that it,
I would come along to pick.

And dedication with devotion,
Was not served to me on a silver platter.
No matter how long I sat wishing for dreams to exist.

Something inside of me arrived long ago.
A comprehension to understand...
Yearning without earning,
What I wanted was not going to be...
In stars that glowed.
And the wearing of fine clothes,
Was not prioritized as my objective.

With lessons taught and disappointments bestowed,
I learned that patience wasn't everything I need to know.
I needed to know the connection between hard work, sacrifice...
And arguments I've settled with discipline in stubborn fights,
Helped me open my eyes...
To the kind of world this is I am blessed to live in.
BLESSED.
Without those selfish expectations.

I did not invent motivation.
Nor was initiative,
Sitting in a variety store...
Wishing that it,
I would come along to pick.
No!
I learned to tie my own shoes,
Before I was able to walk.

And dedication with devotion,
Was not served to me on a silver platter.
No matter how long I sat wishing for dreams to exist.
And...
The clearing of weeds off my own path,
Began a process of adventure through hills and valleys...
With an appreciation for the highs and lows,
That never seem to end.
And 'if' that is my task to last...
Who's journey is this I've been given to enjoy?

And FREE.
At no charge to me.
But to live it as it is with a gratitude expressed.
 
Lawrence S. Pertillar
   
 

   
   
 

  2032.     

An Array And Plethora

An array and plethora,
Of love...
Is too diverse for me.
I like it,
Directly!

An array and plethora,
Of love...
Is too diverse for me.
I need it,
More directly!

I want to know that which is given,
Has no loopholes I could miss.

I want to know my feelings felt,
Aren't pushed aside to dust on shelves.

An array and plethora,
Of love...
Is too diverse for me.
I like it,
Directly!

When I'm wrapped in a hug,
And my lips are kissed...
I like it,
Directly!

When I see eyes on me melt with mist.
I like this...
Directly!

I like to know that which is given,
Has no loopholes I could miss.
Oh,
I like it more directly.

I like to know that which is given,
Has no loopholes I could miss.
And...
I like it more directly.
 
Lawrence S. Pertillar
   
 
 
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