Lawrence S. Pertillar

Hartford, Connecticut, USA

An Aquarian with moon/venus in Capricorn, Lawrence has a Gemini rising. Born in Hartford, Connecticut and divorced, Lawrence has achieved success in several creativities: an Actor/Singer/Writer. His play, The Leonard Melvin Show, was directed and produced in Springfield, Massachusetts by Lawrence and he took on the leading character, Leonard. His play, The Sons of Snick Snickeeta, had a formal reading at the Frank Silvera's Writer's Workshop in Harlem, New York in 1988. He has been on Broadway in the play, My Sister, written by Ray Ahrana. His one-man show, Mind Prints From Untouched Places, a performance art piece, incorporated 20 poems and original music. He was selected as "One of America's Most Distinguished Poets" by the International Society of Poets, consistently having his poetry chosen to appear in the Best Of...series anthologies. Being cited by the U.S. Senate by Sen. Joseph Lieberman for... "your efforts as a poet in helping our society define itself through the creative arts." "I'm blessed and I do not take my abilities for granted. I've been writing since I was 8 years old and to be recognized for it is an ego massage, I admit, but more than anything, I'd like my writings to make a difference to anyone who relates to my observations and they begin understanding all of us are on the same path to secure happiness, peace of mind and love! Those factors are inside us all. It is an internal experience."

Of New England Springs

The leaves are budding
So fresh and green
On trees that come to life in spring
Thin blades of grass once covered with snow
Come stretching upward from the ground below
Pastel colors on flowers so bright
Seem to fill with neon on quiet moonlit nights
And people who mingle in parks on benches
Bring not a care from their homes
Surrounded by fences
Nothing on these days can really offend
As cold winter frowns become smiles
Once again
Embracing the beauty even fall is known to share
After summer drops its moisture
From the thick and humid air
Of New England

And, So Comes The Eclipse

Until we cover our lives with a purpose
Released from self-indulging expectations
Shall we then have cause to mention
We have come possessed with good intentions
Wishing, at least, to remove the look of doubt
Impressed upon our distant voices.
Whenever you sit on separate thoughts
Or whenever I split before we fought
Choosing not to listen to our hearts
We fear
To expose our mutual concern
Letting all the moments of opportunity fade
Losing the connection
Losing that special hidden affection
Eclipsing within the minds of two lives
Too long lived
In protective need!

Loyal to Her John

In the basement she kept her vigil,
Sitting on the truck of a dear heart gone.
Enclosed belongings from eras past she'd inspected
Effectively dissecting mourning with quick back flashes
Of happiness her thoughts held alone!
She's been an old trick tested,
An old trick tried.
She's and aged trick widowed now
Who's lover has died.
After hours she'd take minutes to climb the stairs
To prepare ham and eggs for no one there to eat;
A neat freak! She's been gathering crumbs for pigeons
That flock close to keep her most aware of the daylight.
Reminding her of the many who once found her pleasant
And even attractive beyond her years...
But, tears streak the cheeks of an old trick tested,
Fading the beauty of tricks attempted and tried
Plucked and withered from the limelight craved
Hiding she stays be jeweled with make-up fixed.
Without demands! Understanding why she's loyal to her John!