By All Means... Continue Your Tease
When an admission of caring for another,
Begins for the other...
A reason to establish a game of playing,
'Let Me See You Chase'.
Such a mistake this becomes,
For the one believing...
To be chased makes one's heart race.
With a pacing done in an excitement.
An admission of caring for another,
The other may not realize can be stopped.
To be replaced.
Especially if something felt is genuine.
With an awakening that creates,
An acknowledgement that comes much too late...
That the one who runs away from someone's caring done,
May find themselves with a gift the other does not get!
With far less exhaustion to give in the giving that ends.
'I thought you said you liked me.'
Oh I did with a caring done too.
But prepared for a marathon in the proving of it,
Is not what I give in the expectation in establishing...
A relationship.
'So you don't like me anymore? '
I cared for 'you' not the 'race' you wanted to see me win,
In a chase.
'I was just teasing...
That's all.'
You may be good.
Continue the tease.
However...
Someone else will find that out before I will,
Wont they?
And it will not be me.
By all means...
Continue your tease.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Quick Slate Cleaner
When I announced I didn't want any of it,
All of it became available.
As if a decision I had made,
Could be teased.
And my mind would find fresh pleasures.
When I was there caring...
I cared.
That's why I was there.
Because I cared!
When the purpose of my caring ends...
I don't pretend.
It ends!
And there is no convincing.
I am not one to stand on a fence.
There has been very few times,
I sought and needed assitance...
To make up my mind!
I am not that kind.
When I have love.
It is there and unconditional!
If testing of those conditions begin,
Something I have and give...
Certainly is not being comprehended.
And I am not a good instructor...
When it comes to rules of love,
And interpretations of it!
It diminishes in value.
Especially if what is felt has to be explained!
Even the thought of doing it is useless!
I have become very practical.
If I have lost an investment?
That's what it is...
A lost investment!
Some folks rather gather others,
To become smothered in tears.
As if those actions will erase,
Regrettable decisions.
They don't!
They just prolong them,
For bouts with recycled doubts!
I've learned to be a quick slate cleaner.
Something I feel that comes to a stop.
Comes to a stop!
And I give everything all I've got!
When the purpose of my caring ends...
I don't pretend.
It ends!
I am not in the business of rekindling,
Anything that has fizzled.
When the flame of my heat is turned off...
By someone or something,
Believing it will be easy to have my heart reset?
Forget it.
I wouldn't want to be the one to lose that bet!
There is nothing like lessons learned.
And I am not living my life repeating regrets.
Or satisfy my desires with stagnation!
For some...
That might work!
I'm just not one to argue about it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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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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Where Is The Caring Done
Where is the caring done,
Anymore.
And,
In what valley?
On what mountaintop?
And...
On what shore.
Tell me,
Where are those feelings felt?
Who deals with their emotions,
To conceal from everyone else.
Where is the caring done?
Where.
Why.
And who is it for?
A negativity given to experience,
Appearing as observed,
Never wins in the end
And gets defeated as deserved.
A kept faith with hope that's positive,
May be suppressed to be expressed.
But true faith felt...
Strengthens in in its power,
As one lives.
To be there to comprend when given,
As it is.
Where is the caring done?
It's there and it's done.
It is felt and it comes...
Eventually.
And never to stun,
Those patient in waiting faithfully.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sitting in the Middle of Situations Disbelieved
Sitting in the middle,
Of situations disbelieved,
But...
I am slowly adjusting.
Listening to the people,
Quibbling over trivia...
Reduced to bits and pieces,
In discussions rusting...
Over the benefits of broccoli and peas,
Is not for me,
Transforming.
Who's life is invested in this mess manifested?
And why is all of this,
Just a sickening tease.
When so many homeless and hungry...
Continue to go unfed and forced to plead.
Sitting in the middle,
Of situations disbelieved,
But...
I am slowly adjusting.
Am I the only one observing,
A hopelessness regarded...
As a myth and fantasy?
Who's life is invested in this mess manifested?
And why is all of this,
Just a sickening tease.
When so many homeless and hungry...
Continue to go unfed and forced to plead.
A caring done has been lost in squabbles.
Depleting without ceasing,
From an increase of mental instabilities.
A caring done has been tossed to the curb,
As a squeezing from humanity...
Exposes a uselessness felt from those of dignity.
And we...
You and me become completely restricted,
To an acceptance placed before us...
Of a devalued way of life,
Others unconscious declare as their victory.
With an expectation we become use to managing,
An observation that increases...
The sight of insanities.
Delivered by all who are persuaded....
This standard of life 'is' our destiny.
With a fear to be censored,
If we objected with a 'B.S.' expressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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The Computer
it’s my addiction
im not addicted to the computer it self
but what it stands for
what it means to me
a connection
to people who talk to me
who understand me
a link
to the guy who looked twice
who is my friend
didn’t care how fat and ugly i was
he cared about the big loving and caring heart i have
who stole that heart away
who holds that in his hand
he could crush it at any moment
but yet he chooses to
continue in building our relationship until it’s unbreakable
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Not Having the Power
What has been done...
I took it personal.
Thinking of myself too much at times.
Wanting more to give...
With less I have prejudged,
That you will from me accept.
And not caring at all,
If you need sometimes to step away.
Not only from me.
But all the chaos, confusion and hypocrisy.
It's all over the place.
And I find myself wishing I could erase it!
What has been done...
I took it personal.
Believing I'm some God's gift to the World.
Like a Mother Teresa,
With patience to listen to everyone...
From Alaska to Bangladesh!
Hugging those I meet,
As I trek from Juno...
To rowboat alone across the Bay of Bengal.
Arriving to find I have not enough to give,
To those in Chittagong.
Awaiting the treasures I have promised.
And my eyes fill with tears.
I get upset,
Regretting that it shows.
What has been done...
I took it personal.
Thinking of myself too much at times.
Wanting more to give...
With less I have prejudged,
That you will from me accept.
Not caring at all,
If you need sometimes to step away.
Not only from me.
But all the chaos, confusion and hypocrisy.
And that has to disturb you...
As much as it does me.
And I apologize...
For not having the power,
To remove that from your heart,
Or your eyes...
Or the lives of those I love!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bullying People
Some people are nice, some are jerks
Some people are sweet, funny or nice
But some people are just plan old mean.
Not caring how you feel when they speak
Not caring what they do to you,
Not caring if you cry your self to sleep almost every night
Not caring if you cut your self just to make the pain go away
Even though its still they're when the blood is gone and all that's left is the mark you made.
They don't even care if they see you write on a pace of paper
That says, " I won't to die so bad sometimes" so many times on your notebook paper.
When they do start to care is when you're on the news, all over facebook, twitter and everything else saying he/she just killed her self because of what? You tell me!
In the end what was it all for
Was it for popularly, a good laugh, or just something to do?
Or was it because you liked to which them get hurt and cry?
Well now you cant which them cry anymore or hurt them at all
Because there gone and whose to blame? Not me or the others just the one who started it! But after all this they're not the same there gone too. But at least there walking!
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Power of Prayer
I shared with someone I cared.
And immediately I was told,
My caring was obsolete.
I was told I didn't have to.
I knew then my mind was ill spent.
I didn't have to take it back.
I just let it fade away.
I knew where my caring came from.
They believed it could be salvaged.
As if it could be traded for something better.
Like an upgrade.
Of course they had no idea the power of prayer.
And that's where my caring for them had meant.
But some folks wish not to be that connected.
And who am I to argue with that kind of ego?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Best Gift One Can Receive
Awakening from values placed,
On the emptiness of symbols and images...
Can save a lot of waste of one's appreciation,
For others and their worth as human beings.
People wait until it is too late,
To live their lives from a basic point of view.
Believing the purpose of life is in acquiring things,
To pursue with a flaunting of pretentions.
Today people are teaching their children,
It is okay to take from others.
Then find what they have done,
Disappoints with the results that come.
Today people do not accept,
Their own consequences they face.
Only to place blame and find fault,
With those directions they chose to take.
Awakening from values placed,
On the emptiness of symbols and images...
Can save a lot of waste of one's appreciation,
For others and their worth as human beings.
Awakening before it is too late,
To self examine...
Is not a sign of weakness.
It is the best gift one can receive.
Afterall...ultimately,
Is it what one has that delivers to them happiness?
Or...
Is it the caring of someone shown that is freely given,
And genuinely felt and known...
That validates with an acknowledgement,
What they have been seeking that is regarded as progress.
'I've given you every 'thing' that money can buy.
And you act as if I don't exist.
It is as if...
I don't know who you are,
Anymore.'
~Oh?
And 'who' are you?
Who are 'we'?
WHAT are we?
Machines are being made...
To 'do' what we 'do'.
Other than self destruction...
What other purpose do we serve? ~
'I'll see you later.
When,
Hopefully...
You are in a better mood.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Matter How Long It Takes!
There is something about the 'not' caring,
That makes the more of it done.
When I hear someone say,
They could care less...
I know they care too much!
Usually that statement is made
By someone who wants to declare
A caring that had been there...
Is gone!
How wrong!
I remember in my 'last' relationship...
Which seems many years ago!
Well...
It was many years ago,
But that is not my point I wish to make!
I was told, 'I don't care about you.
Where you go or what you do! '
Of course,
I knew then that this was some kind of ploy.
To get me seduced to a manipulation of sorts!
Well...
That person left!
Believing I didn't think they really care.
I know they do!
And I have been waiting for an apology!
I am patient like that.
No matter how long it takes!
So if it has been thirty years?
I can be just as stubborn!
They will eventually realize the 'error' of their ways.
And I?
Well...
I do pride myself on having incredible patience.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Joy of Life
The joy of life is living
In living there is loving
In loving there is caring
In caring there is sharing
What you don’t have, you can’t share
But never go beyond your means to find something to share
You might lose yourself in doing so
So share what you have, as long as you can
Others will see that you really and truly care
And they will love and help you to live your life
And give you the joy, that only few hold dear,
The joy of life
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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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I've Spent To Long
I've spent to long not caring,
I've spent to long away,
And now you want me back,
To live just like before,
You want to take my hand again,
You want my love to stay,
But I've spent to long not caring,
And my love it flew away.
I've spent to long in solitude,
I've spent to long in hope,
And now you want me in your arms,
To stay and hold you close,
You want to take my love again,
Feel despair take it's place,
But I've spent to long in solitude,
And you've lost this blood soaked race.
I've spent to long not caring,
Spent to long away,
Spent to long denying,
I've spent to long awake,
And now you want my slumber,
You want a love to stay,
But I've spent to long not caring,
And love? It fades away.
poem by Holly Heron
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My Precious Mother
You're smart, crafty,
and very caring,
and you are the gift I'm always sharing.
You one that will not
forget
all the good times since we met.
You are the one I'm closest to
And I'm always there if you don't
have anything to do.
You're more powerful than
any other and
that's what's keeping me with
my mother.
Remember that you're more
caring than any other
and that you'll always be my
precious mother.
poem by Casey Jarrell
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For My Sister On Her Sixty- Fifth Birthday
FOR MY SISTER ON HER SIXTY- FIFTH BIRTHDAY
Where have the years gone?
My sister -
The most beautiful the kindest little girl on First Street Troy New York
Is sixty-five years old today-
Where have the years gone?
How can I ever thank her
For the devotion with which she cared for my parents
In those most difficult last years?
How can I ever say how much her being the only witness
Left with me of that world then
Means to me?
How can I say how happy I am for her
That she has raised with her husband
Four loving and caring daughters
That she made quite late in life
A name and career for herself?
Above all that she is still the good caring person
Who with her mother’s practicality
Makes the best of what life gives.
My prayer is for health and blessing for her
And her family
In the years ahead.
God gave me only one sister
Thank God it is Joycie.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Only You Make It Better-whenever
I can't give dates when this happens,
Or...
Who this will touch.
But...
Someone's 'bout to fall in love,
And...
That is a must.
No I...
Can't give dates
Or time when this happens,
Or...
Who this will touch.
But...
Someone's 'bout to fall in love,
And...
That is a must.
Looking into your eyes I see me...
And that is a must.
When you ask me what I've got on mind...
I know you're there.
Looking into your eyes I see me...
And that is a must.
To show how much is there,
Io love...
And share.
I know that you'll love me.
I know you're caring.
Looking into your eyes I see me...
And that is a must.
When you ask me what I've got on mind...
I know you're there.
I know you're caring.
Only you make it better whenever I'm down.
I know you are there,
Caring.
And when we take our walks around...
I know you like it sharing.
I know you like it caring.
And when we take our walks around...
I know you like it sharing.
I know you like it caring.
Looking into your eyes I see me...
And that is a must.
When you ask me what I've got on mind...
I know you're there.
And I know you are caring.
Only you make it better whenever I'm down.
I know you're there caring.
Only you make it better whenever I'm down.
I know you're there to share.
Only you make it better whenever I'm down.
I know you're there caring.
Only you make it better whenever those 'downs' come around.
I know you're there to share.
I know you're there to care.
Only you make it better.
Only you make it better
Only you make it better-whenever I'm down.
I know you're there to share.
I know you're there to care.
Only you make it better.
Only you make it better
Only you make it better-whenever I'm down.
I know you're there to share.
I know you're there to care.
Only you make it better-whenever I'm down.
Only you make it better-whenever.
Only you make it better-whenever.
Only you make it better-whenever,
I'm down.
Only you make it better.
Only you make it better
Only you make it better-whenever I'm down.
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The Nice Guy
Why is he the one thats always finishes last
Makes him feel like nothing
He hates being the nice guy
Always getting told he's to nice
Caring
Loving
Romantic
The Nice Guy
For once in his life can he finish first
For once can people stop saying he is to
Nice
Caring
Loving
Romantic
Can someone give him a chance for once
He is tired to being himself
He is tired of being to
Nice
Caring
Loving
Romantic
Please people give him a chance
The Nice Guy
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