A Caring Heart
A caring heart will never stray
even when its owner has to go away.
It will think of its happy home
dismissing thoughts of wanting to roam.
No pastures are ever greener
than the ones in your backyard.
A home is the hearth of the family
and love will always keep it warm.
A caring heart will always
consider this as it goes on its way.
When temptation is near
a caring heart will steer clear
and use the loving star
to guide it safely back home.
poem by David Harris
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Immigrant Man
Years pasted by us quick
Lost counting endless days and nights
The family I haven’t seen for years
Because Immigrant to another country
Challenging to survived work and living
No time to think no time to miss the family
Never thought of how much the family missed I
Forgive me I have not been home
For such a long time
But my heart has never left the family
And I have never taken my root away
I missed my country. I missed mostly my family
The family loving caring brought me up
Endlessly guide help and supports
Priceless ticket hearted joy going home
To see my beloved family
Which I haven’t seen for years
To celebrate with the family
This Chinese New Year 2008
Prosperity, Happy living healthy and peace
Miss the happiness time FOUR generations living together
In one house warmest loving and caring
The noise the cries none silences day or night
LOVE and HAPPILY in the heart
Love my root. Love my family
Loving from the bottom of our heart
Prosperity-Happy Chinese New Year
Arrived home 31/01/2008
Celebration Chinese New Year 07/02/2008
By Lee See Fee
poem by See Fee Lee
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Any Wayward Heart
A heart that is filled with temptation
will always occasionally stray
thinking there is something special
within some pastures new.
However if love is strong enough
the pastures new will fade away
and the straying heart will
return home each day.
If a home is loving and warm
none will venture into the cold
and any wayward heart knows
where its bed is made.
3 November 2009
poem by David Harris
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It's More Than Something You Can Intellectualize
There's a lot more to caring than knowing
There's a lot more to caring than saying
There's a lot more to caring than thinking
You can 'know' you care
Think you care
Convince yourself you care, even think that you genuinely care
But that really isn't fair
If your actions don't match
The attitude of caring
The attitude of loving
It's more
It's more than those who love you
More than those who care for you
It's the ones who don't
It's the ones you don't know
It's those, it's them, they need you most
You can't just walk away
Caring is more than something you can think about
You can't be compassionate and ignore a need
You can't fulfill every need
Where is compassion?
Where is caring?
If it's so much more, what is it that we have?
Is it worth trying?
Won't you fail?
But you forget
Caring is more
It's more than something you can intellectualize
It's more than a concept
It's more than thinking
More than knowing
More than even an action
Caring is a lifestyle
For all those around you
Even beyond yourself
O and one more thing caring isn't about caring about
Yourself.
poem by David Knox
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A Mother Is...
a mother is loving,
she stays up all night with
your sicknesses coughing and howling
patting you back, comforting
a mother is loving
a mother is caring
she holds you when your
heart feels like breaking
crying with you when you are aching
a mother is caring
a mother is interested
she asks about your days
and what boys did what and the flirting
“25 cents in the jar please? ! ”
a mother is interested
a mother wants what’s best
curfew broken, I’m so sorry you can’t
late for church family prayers, scripture study
have to get A’s be home before time
a mother knows what’s best
a mother is delicate
“Please don’t do that, come back
you know better choose the right
I love you! ”
a mother is delicate
a mother is you
we’ll get through this together
think of the memories only memories
I am here for you be happy he would want that
a mother is YOU!
poem by S.M. Riggin
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Here and Home
Here always-
Is peaceful, kind, and happy.
Home always-
Is violent, mean, and depressing.
Here she always-
Is loving, caring, and gentle.
Home she always-
Is hateful, neglecting, and harsh.
Here I have-
Everything I want.
Home I have-
Everything I deserve.
Here I have-
Life.
Home I have-
Death.
poem by Sora Clarice
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Alankar (Decor) -14
Caring, loving, as mothers all in heart
Caring, loving, as mothers all in heart
That they are gods so said we do agree
Things do change but at times for all'fair'art
Mother she could find a girl so smart
For son so sweet her choice her'fair'degree
Caring, loving, as mothers all in heart
Busy preparations mounted high cost
Forward mother shopping, spending on spree
Things do change but at times for all'fair'art
Wishing pappa shouting decreed 'cut cost'
Wedding planning done rich momma was free
Caring, loving, as mothers all in heart
When all was well steady going so smart
Then came the news shocking 'no jamboree'
Things do change but at times for all'fair'art
Girl'fair'fled to beat son to loose heart
Alarmed pappa attacked momma fair free
Caring, loving, as mothers all in heart
Things do change but at times for all'fair'art
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Come with me, darling..
come with me darling,
we shall go for shopping,
we can look for many things,
that are warm and melting.
Have you heard my heart beating,
to the vibration your sighting,
what portion that you having,
that makes me obeying.
we have found a commodity,
that has many identities,
It is a confidence booster,
comfort that we needed.
When I cry, this makes you to wipe my tears,
When I look sick, this makes you to look at me deeper,
when I am down, this makes you to lift me up higher,
When I am in trouble this makes you to pull me to you closer.
Caring is the elixir, that makes our life happier,
Caring is the doctrine, that guide us to be merrier,
Caring is the wonderful feeling, selfless with out barriers,
Caring is the only bond that keeps us all together.
Come with me darling,
we shall go for shopping,
we can look for one thing,
that is warm and melting! !
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Single Candle Light
The warm glow of a single candle flame
beckons a weary stranger there
to the bosom of a warm fire in
from the nighttime's cold.
A warm caring heart keeps the candle lit
to welcome back their love
from their long and lonely trek.
Each night they light the candle,
and sit waiting all alone,
hoping one night their love,
will glance on it
and return to their loving home.
The warm stretching finger
prods the darkness every night,
as it can be seen from miles away
across the empty prairie,
as they sit alone each night
by the warm fair light.
Hoping that their love will see its warm glow
and return to it and come home tonight
from their long and weary trek.
For years, the candle was lit,
but sadly, it shines no more.
Love broke the lonely heart
when they never came home.
Now all you can hear is a lonesome whistle
when the wind blows cold at night.
It has replaced that warm glow
of that single candle light.
poem by David Harris
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You Know That I Love You
Yesterday I was alone and Blue
My heart was heavy and then came you
Oh I can see that you were meant for me
Now I have found you, I'll never let you go
You know that I love you
I need you
You know that I'm caring, sharing
Everything I've got
Don't you know that I want you
I need you too
And I will be happy with you for the rest of my life
Many lovers they come and go
But your sweet loving lingers on and on
Oh I can feel, that this time it's for real
So hold me closer, and never let me go
You know that I love you
I need you
You know that I'm caring, sharing
Everything I've got
Don't you know that I want you
I need you too
And I will be happy with you for the rest of my life
And I will be happy with you for the rest of my life
Well your sweet love is all I need
Without you I just can't go on
You know that I love you
I need you
You know that I'm caring, sharing
Everything I've got
Don't you know that I want you
I need you too
And I will be happy with you for the rest of my life
I'll be happy with you for the rest of my life
I will be happy with you for the rest of my life
song performed by by Santana
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Home Is Not Where The Heart Lies
Home is not where the heart lies.
Home is where there are too many sins to name.
Home is where I cry too many times.
Home has no meaning.
Home is where all of my woes lie.
Home has no love for me.
Home makes me sad.
Home I cannot stand.
Home is where I get picked on most.
Home is where I hate most.
Home I wish would disappear.
Home is only adding to more of my troubles.
Home is where all my family hates me.
Home is where my sister won’t leave me alone.
Home is where my step father won’t stop picking on me.
Home is where my mum won’t stop babying me.
Home is no longer home.
Home has too many things to think about.
Home has too many too many troubles.
Home is where I do secrets no-one knows about.
Home is where everyone lies.
Home is not where the heart lies.
poem by Ellie Parker
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New home
walking in a new place
where i know no one
missing everyone
back home
sun is warmth
but not like back
home to have
so much love
caring people
around me
just missing it
where my home is
back in the state
i love so much
smiling when going
in that school back home
where people know me
celbrating the wonders
home o sweet home
poem by Christina Weinke
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A Home is a Family is Love
Coming home after a long leave
Is always comforting.
It’s funny how a home is a home,
And not just a house or building.
A home is where a family resides.
Without a family there is no love,
And without love a home doesn’t exist.
A home, love, and family coexist
And without one the others don’t.
Is that why so many are lost,
Because they don’t have a home
Or family or for that matter love.
They look hopelessly for these,
But really never find them.
Home is where the heart is,
Love comes from the heart,
And families share that love.
I’m sorrowful for the lost among,
Because my three are wonderful.
Is it that some are not as blessed,
Or is it they just don’t look?
poem by Britney Hogue
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Early Works - Caring
Caring is about the little things
tears on a sunny day
for friends who may have gone away.
Caring, a word with such expression
when times are hard
the out stretched willing helping hand.
Caring a thing, we cannot always see,
but it’s nice to know
that there is always someone there.
Caring something, we always need
a cherished thought
by someone, anyone who cares.
4 October 1979
poem by David Harris
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Longing For My Father
How I long to see my Father;
Jesus, His redeeming Son
And I’m thankful for the Spirit,
Who will safely guide me home
Father You gave me everything
You sacrificed Your son’s life for me before I could see
You sent Your Holy Spirit to be a comfort in the storm
You know everything about me, yet Your heart for me is warm
And I long to see the Father;
Jesus, His redeeming Son
And I’m thankful for the Spirit,
Who will safely guide me home
I’ll never understand the sorrows You faced
Or how You surrounded me with the Light of Your Grace
You took the darkness of my life; made it vanish in the wind
And You’ve given me a cleaner heart one that You could enter in
And I long to see my Father;
Jesus His redeeming Son
And I’m thankful for the Spirit,
Who will safely guide me home
I long to see You Father;
Jesus Your redeeming Son
And I thank You Holy Spirit,
As You safely guide me home
poem by Marquita Lawson
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To All That Love The Far And Blue
TO all that love the far and blue:
Whether, from dawn to eve, on foot
The fleeing corners ye pursue,
Nor weary of the vain pursuit;
Or whether down the singing stream,
Paddle in hand, jocund ye shoot,
To splash beside the splashing bream
Or anchor by the willow root:
Or, bolder, from the narrow shore
Put forth, that cedar ark to steer,
Among the seabirds and the roar
Of the great sea, profound and clear;
Or, lastly if in heart ye roam,
Not caring to do else, and hear,
Safe sitting by the fire at home,
Footfalls in Utah or Pamere:
Though long the way, though hard to bear
The sun and rain, the dust and dew;
Though still attainment and despair
Inter the old, despoil the new;
There shall at length, be sure, O friends,
Howe'er ye steer, whate'er ye do -
At length, and at the end of ends,
The golden city come in view.
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Thoughts on faith & hope
Thoughts on faith & hope
~
Holding faith
against all storms
which savage the soul
~
belief in love
that it shall conquer all
no matter what
~
trust in the soul
to make right decisions
to guide you safely on
~
hope in the world
that someone watches over
protecting and caring
~
opening the heart
to friends and family alike
so as not to be alone
~
breaking silence
letting thoughts be heard
without fear of them
~
holding faith
touching the heart
and facing fear
~
a hope in time
that the good will come
and remain in place
~
thoughts given air
spoken or written
somehow, someday heard
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Behind The Footlights
I stand behind the footlights,
wait for the curtain to fall,
another night will be over,
and tomorrow another stage will call.
For a travelling minstrel,
on a tour of one night stands,
knowing at home there is someone special,
with beckoning arms outstretched,
awaiting for this lonesome traveller,
to return to those loving arms again.
Each day that I’m on the road,
I can’t wait to get back home,
to the warmth of my family,
and my loving home.
One day I will earn enough,
so I don’t have to travel or roam,
then I can settle down
in my loving home.
Until that day comes along,
each day will be a lonely one,
and no one will ever see the tears
I hide as the curtain falls.
No one will know the loneliness
that follows me each day.
It is only when I see the lights,
from our home windows glow,
that my heart will lift,
and love will again flow.
poem by David Harris
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Family
Where have you come from?
Where are you going?
Tell me whats brought you here now.
And is your heart singing?
Then share what your bringing;
We all are a part of the show.
cause we are all going home,
cause we are a family,
And we are all going home.
Are you listening?
We are all going home,
So come join the family,
cause we are all going home.
But is your heart quiet?
Is something not right?
Can you tell me whats blocking your way?
Well, just ask the father;
He knows every problem.
Hell carry that burden away.
cause we are all going home,
cause we are a family,
And we are all going home.
Are you listening?
We are all going home,
So come join the family,
cause we are a family,
And we are all going home.
Yes, we are all going home.
song performed by by Amy Grant
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Being A Mother First
What is wrong with being a mother first?
What is wrong with putting your children first?
What is wrong with providing, a loving caring, nurturing home?
What is wrong with giving, an abundance, of love and security?
What is wrong with putting husband, children and home first,
so that family life and family, will be strong and thrive?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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There's Many Still Caring
There's many still caring,
What they believe and hear.
Who says what about them.
And who to impress and how they live.
There's many still caring,
How they dress and appear.
And who's going to think what of them.
And what they have and what they give.
There's many still caring,
Where they go to pray.
And who sits in church with them.
And who is not there on Sunday.
And...
There's many still caring,
Once they prepare for bed.
If a neighbor is sleeping.
And who they know,
Is having sex instead.
And who is it with them in bed!
There's many still caring,
Where they go to pray.
And who sits in church with them.
And who is not there on Sunday.
And who they know,
Is having sex instead.
And who is it with them in bed!
And when they're done what's being said!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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