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Best Poems From
LAWRENCE S. PERTILLAR
(February/'47)
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2797.
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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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2798.
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An Arresting Sensation
You fascinate and illuminate,
With such an arresting sensation.
And...
Whatever that is done you do,
I automatically appreciate and approve.
It's true.
Around you the air,
Makes me feel at ease and loose.
It's true...
That you,
Bring to me a joy and comfort...
I never knew.
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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2799.
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An Attribute Taught
There shouldn't be so many different shades of truth.
But there seems today there is.
With varieties of it to pursue.
I remember as a youth,
There was only one avenue taken,
To the root of truth.
And 'if' that way was not admitted...
There was a punishment dealt,
With a quick releasing of deceit...
As a prerequisite.
Everyone I knew back then,
Has been successfully delivered...
From those cloak and dagger issues.
There shouldn't be so many different shades of truth.
But there seems today there is.
With varieties of it to pursue.
And there is something that can be said,
About maturing in one's head.
To be fed up with a life of hide and seek...
Is an attribute taught,
That should be sought to teach!
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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2800.
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An Easier Way to Get Outside
I feed ideas.
And they still attempt to produce,
Fire from striking rocks.
I see them,
Knocking their heads against walls.
I do my best to show them...
An easier way to get outside,
Is to use the door.
That's what it is there for.
I feed ideas.
And they still attempt to produce,
Fire from striking rocks.
I turn on the lights.
And no one notices,
The switch.
I am accused of having magic powers.
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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