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Chemistry Released

A restricted love,
Shared with another.
And showing no prospects,
Of flourishing...
With encouraged nourishment?
Is a matter of convenience,
Needing to be discussed.

Before someone acknowledges,
Lasting friendships are accompanied with...
A raw honesty that often bites.
And a relationship experienced,
Just for the companionship of it...
Without sexual tension with chemistry released?
Isn't worth the investment made in viagra!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Could Have Been A Flourishing

There could have been a flourishing.
With an enriching nourishment that encouraged it.
There could have been a sharing of expertise,
Amongst those mature enough to do it.
And an increase of understanding,
From everyone released.

There could have been growth,
With a beneficial purpose done.
But that road was blocked...
By the ones who joined that bandwagon,
With wishes to have these joint ventures stopped.

There could have been,
A respecting of differences from the beginning...
To everyone's benefit.
There could have been appreciation expressed,
For one person to the next.

There could have been ideals addressed,
With less dissecting as to whose suggestions...
Were better than the rest.
But minds seeking to impress...
Infected all with a lack of interest.

There could have been a flourishing.
With an enriching nourishment that encouraged it.
There could have been a sharing of expertise,
Amongst those mature enough to do it.
But those mature enough to do this,
Could no longer endure those immature!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Convenience

Needing!
And again I am from you...
Addiction free.
What you provided was not love.
What you provided,
Was a convenience to me.
A convenience to have someone there.
To hear breathing the air.
As if the company kept...
Communicated with chemistry.

Needing!
And again I am from you...
Addiction free.
It occurred to me,
To you I was just something to do.
And that wasn't done,
Seriously.
Even together,
You preferred to play hide and seek.

And I discovered,
I want and need love.
And when you left that feeling stayed.
Then I knew what you gave,
Was not love.
But a game to be played.

Needing!
And again I am from you...
Addiction free.
What you provided was not love.
What you provided,
Was a convenience to me.
A convenience that eventually,
Faded.
After the quick and ease of preparation,
Left immediately upon its release.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Now That I'm Older And Much Wiser

I married into what I thought would be,
Then...
A good relationship.
And I had experienced one before,
Committed and loyal.
But...
Being possessive,
Ruin it.

The second time I entered,
Into wedded bliss.
I tried too hard to be too much.
And too much of 'me'...
Made my partner sick.
So again from that,
We both split.

Now that I'm older and much wiser,
And wanting companionship.
I admit to being sexually experimental.
And this has bored me to bits.

I wish someday to meet someone,
Who will understand my 'wit'.
Someone who too has had the same feelings.
And through with an unnecessary roleplay,
With a sharing of a chemistry that snuggly fits.

Now that I'm wiser,
With age as my adviser.
And wanting a valued companionship.

'Then why do you insist on playing hard to get? '

Well...
I do have my preferences,
Kept on an ever changing list.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Companionship

Companionship is keystone
To any relationship

Coming together
Cannot be staying apart

Companionship is aggregate
To cement the relationship

The absolute adhesive
To affix companionship to heart

poem by David Whalen
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Implicit talks

She and I love to meet and talk
And we talk a lot, all nonsense,
Nothing about love and intimacy.
Yet we know each other that
We talk out of sexual impulses.
We aren’t casual on our talk,
Being in sexual tension.
Women abhor lied comments
But enjoys sexual tension.
Go ahead and employ and enjoy.
04.06.2007

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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If Devotion Is Expected

She wanted to appear to others,
She had it together.
And was in complete and total control.

And he has stated,
Under one roof shared by two...
If communication wasn't done,
A key would be left...
And he would be through.

Both wish to have a relationship,
Shared with a caring done by another.
But someone has to agree,
Trying to impress others...
To prove one to be independent,
Is not good to establish a relationship...
If devotion is expected to flow with honesty.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(No More) Love At Your Convenience

Your childish game is over now.
Lost your power over night some how.
Better see it ain't gonna be like it used to be.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your command.
No more love at your convenience.
Lots of time late at night, I really needed you.
I'm telling you tonight's the night.
Close your mouth
Turn off the light.
Pull me babe.
Pull me down closer on you.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your command.
No more love at your convenience.
Lots of time late at night, I really needed you.
I really needed you.
I really needed you.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your command.
No more love at your convenience.
Quit your tears and dry your eyes.
You know I hate to see you cry.
Don't you see,
Things gotta be what they got to.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your convenience

song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Dividends Returned

You deserve, earn and get...
The dividends returned,
From your wise investment.

Treat me,
Like I am your treat to eat.
Like a burst of flavor quinching your thirst!
And I will provide the motivation encouraged...
To flourish undisturbed,
The nourishment from you that purges.

Speak to me in unregretted respect.
And you will never regret...
Or need to worry what from me comes next!
For you I will be direct and uncomplexed.
To leave you never to wonder,
If I have delivered to you my best.

You deserve, earn and get...
The dividends returned,
From your wise investment.

I will give for you to see...
Only evidence believed!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Do a 'We' Not a 'Me' or an 'I

There is no 'me'...
To experienced alone,
Condoning this...
In a you and I relationship.
There is a 'we'.
And until we see it that way,
There is no 'us' to be discussed.

I've tried that 'me' business,
Too many times before.
Only to use a 'key'...
To find myself alone once more.
On the other side of an opened,
And closed door.
To know if I have to do a 'me' again...
I have no problem in the doing of it.
But I'd rather not.
If you and I can see what we've got,
To do a 'we' not a 'me' or an 'I'.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Friendship across the sex

Some physical antipathy
A woman must have with a man
To have a lasting relationship,
Unblemished with sexual stints.
19.03.2007

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love genuine

Love mutual is love generated.
Love sexual is love released.
Love parental is love released.
Love released is love genuine.
01.11.2012

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I will not let go of my love

I will not ever let go of my love,
It rests inside me, like a sleeping white dove,
Most certainly, I declare this is a promise that I have made,
Which keeps the music grand and majestic, a loving parade,
Proving not to break the memory of our joys we shared,
The memory of those times when we were there and both cared,
I may let go of the relationship somehow,
It is hard for me, but for you, I will try it now,
But my love is going to be here forever and always to stay,
No matter where you've gone, no matter how far away.

poem by Chad Fisher
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Kill As A Rooted Weed

Even from its birth,
What is accepted has to be allowed to grow.
To bloom as it is encouraged with a nourishment.
Influencing the environment...
With a benefit that returns.
Profiting mentally from a steadfast accountability.

To leave it believing it should remain as is...
Without guiding its potential or assist an ambition,
Will kill as a rooted weed restricted to limits.
And a sharing of disappointment sought to escape,
As one tries to run away unsuccessfully...
To free from responsibility.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Give Me Honesty

She, she's been crying to me.
She, she's been trying.
She, she's been signing to me,
With words in her eyes, that says she means it!

We've often talked about the possibility
Of loving no more and setting each other free.
I can love you, just give me, honesty.

Don't take your love away from me.
We can try, we have necessities.
Chances are in our favor,
Open your heart, there it will occur.

Remember when the day was white
We shared the time, we shared the light.
Remember when the moon shone bright
We shared the time, we shared the night.

Give yourself to me and you will see,
One way to live just give me honesty.

poem by Ruben Tover
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Our Thoughts Extend From Us To Reach

Our thoughts.
Actions.
And our deeds from us released...
Reflect,
Not only our expectations...
But express as an investment,
None of us should perceive...
Decreases in value.

Our thoughts,
Whether believed faithfully or not...
To be shared as spoken,
Instills...
Significant influence.
As if a seed implanted,
Within a mind open and listening.
Evaluating content.

What was said.
Who said what.
And how what was said to whom...
Has its effectiveness.

Like the Sun coming to rise upon the horizon.
That same Sun sets.

Like a leaf attached to the branch of a tree.
That tree provides all connected to it with nourishment.
And it is rooted...
Grounded,
To the Earth.
This Earth.
Our Earth.

Much like our thoughts...
Extend from us to reach!

Much like our thoughts...
Extend from us to reach!

Much like our thoughts...
Extend from us to reach!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Convenience For One

Anyone who becomes persuaded,
To allow outsiders to interfere...
In 'their' private relationship.
With a giving of opinion.
And that opinion given is more valued,
Than the relationship entered into by two...
Professing a love known.
Well...
Can that really be considered a relationship?
One that is serious?

Or is it more a convenience for one,
To do a manipulation done.
And anyone inviting this,
Has to be more interested in being validated,
A fool.
And fools,
Even today...
At the prices paid,
Have become cheaper to get...
For less than a dime a dozen.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Satisfying That Attraction

Needing you.
Needing us,
Here.
Now.
To know we are together.
Not just to tolerate.
For purposes to berate.
With a condemnation...
Instigated to irritate an initiation,
Of a heated debate.
We have our differences known!

Needing you.
Needing us,
Here.
Now.
Not in conflict.
Nor in long lasting,
Pointless arguments.

We do not owe each other sorrows.
On loan or otherwise.
To keep us divided on our knees...
In darkened shadows!
To find ourselves in a relationship,
We both despise.

We need to retreat from that which defeats.
In a sharing of despairs,
To plant.
As if annointed to nurture.

We can not grow,
In the hopes that tomorrow...
We are found ripped apart.
Satisfying that attraction...
That maintains our broken hearts!

Only to find,
In time...
Our minds can no longer afford,
A feeding of a need for that!
Preferring traps.
Instead of the freedom we once knew.
Before we said, 'I do! '
And did not commit,
To a happiness we quickly dismissed.
Discovering a sick enjoyment...
To inflict each other with pain!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Satisfy A Feeding Of A Vacancy

The more thought I give to the idea of love,
Less is my feeling in the concept of it.
Perhaps when I experienced being 'involved',
There were conditions and preferences to meet.
And honesty given only lasted until the act was over.
You know...
The heating of passion and the minutes it took,
To please a need without chemistry.
Believing love was just to fulfill a need...
To be touched then left alone.

I have yet to know a love that possessed.
Not a love that obsessed my mind all the time.
I am hoping one day to find what that means.
And with someone I trust enough,
To know what is there and felt between us...
Is beyond definition to keep us together.
With a missing done that is craved when we are not.
If I met someone who fed my appetite like that...
To satisfy a feeding of a vacancy I had not known,
Was a void I can no longer ignore?
That to me is love.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Grew To Believe

I did not awaken with dreams to write.
Or decide I was creative.
I awakened each day trying to fight it,
This appetite I had.
Especially when I thought that I had,
Something I should not want to have.

Few people I knew were encouraged to express,
An acceptance of their gifts.
I grew up in the projects.
And those who were 'different' were made to feel it.

Few people I knew were encouraged to express,
A happiness with talents they possessed.
With a gladness from others...
Who did not address an envy with a jealousness.

But a showing of a knowing that I knew,
Grew...
Inside of me.
Yes,
A showing of a knowing that I knew...
Grew!

A showing of a knowing that I knew,
Grew...
Inside of me.
Yes,
A showing of a knowing that I knew...
Grew,
To believe.

I did not awaken with dreams to write.
Or decide I was creative.
I awakened each day trying to fight it,
This appetite I had.
But...
A showing of a knowing that I knew,
Grew...
Inside of me.
Yes,
A showing of a knowing that I knew...
Grew,
To believe.

A showing of a knowing that I knew,
Grew...
Inside of me.

A showing of a knowing that I knew...
Grew,
To believe.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Much More

How much more
Can a love be loved,
When that love that is given...
Is like none other?

How much time
Should one wait to find,
A love to discover...
That one is not restricted with
To exist within limits someone inflicts.

Unconditional is that love that lifts,
From minds not pre-occupied with it!
Or fantasized to pleasure and tease.
As something on a list,
Required as a prerequisite!

How much more
Can a love be loved,
When that love that is given...
Is like none other?

How much time
Should one wait to find,
A love to discover...
That one is not restricted with
To exist within limits someone inflicts.

Expectations and preferences,
Finds one living life with regrets and disappointments.

Dismissing one's looks,
As a book unread...
Yet accepting a physicality,
Without chemistry...
Delivers a reality!

How much more
Can a love be loved,
When that love that is given...
Is like none other?

How much time
Should one wait to find,
A love to discover...
That one is not restricted with
To exist within limits someone inflicts.
Or deal with a second hand romance...
Taking a chance,
That whatever isn't there...
May with time be forced to fit!
How much more,
Can one put up with this?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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