It Is The Expense Paid
It's not the getting of attention,
Some go out of their way to get.
It is the expense paid,
Those seeking it eventually regret.
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Our Journeys Traveled
Bear not the burden of your tribulations.
Let just my eyes,
Behold and fix.
To show,
Our journeys traveled are not indifferent.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As If On A Mission
Why are so many people today,
Just annoying.
As if on a mission.
'Think about it.
If you sought attention,
What would you do? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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False Statements
How can anyone prevent,
False statements from being made...
When that's the only time,
Many people find themselves most creative.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Look So Perplexed
What has happened to them?
They look so perplexed.
'They have run out of excuses to make.
And the covering up of their footsteps.'
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Enjoying the Feast of It
Some write,
Showing an ineptness as an appetite.
Enjoying the feast of it.
Without a nibble digested.
Or a taste of it comprehended.
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When That Muffin Is Gone
When the muffin has been eaten,
It is gone.
To savor the flavor and taste of it,
Doesn't last very long,
When that muffin is gone.
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Something Senseless
Keep up false pretentions long enough...
And who knows?
You may just end up paying for them,
In fake money.
Or something senseless!
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To Contemplate A Rebuttal
The more one sits to contemplate a rebuttal,
How focused on the journey can one be?
If one claims to walk alone on a desserted path.
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Shut Them Down
Shut them down.
Consider them to be obsolete.
'What is it you refer to? '
Anything with a steeple on it.
Anywhere where demons meet.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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