The Care Provider
The only ones,
Who will ever know what it is like...
To abandon their own life,
To become the care provider for another...
Are those who have done it.
With a caring less,
About their worldly collected possessions...
Others confess have become too treasured,
And used to impress.
Be they a son or a daughter,
Caring for a father or mother...
Or someone other.
People who wilfully leave behind,
The living of their own lives to make time to give...
For days, months and for some many years,
Are the ones who can truthfully attest...
A sacrificing unintentionally done,
Eventually comes with its blessings!
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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Give a flower
Give a flower to your mother, or to your wife,
With it say thanks, they make a difference to your life;
Your mother took time and a lot of patience too,
And so does the wife, and gives her love to you.
Give a rose to some one who needs a caring time,
Who because of sickness, or needs the day to shine;
Tell them you care, and want to show them too,
This'll make them feel better, the caring came from you.
Give some lily's at. Christmas, with a Christmas bell,
To some lonely person, they li listen when you tell;
That God loves them, and wants to uplift them too,
That God wants to change them and their life to renew.
poem by Margaret Haig
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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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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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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.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Father (sunday Prayer)
Father once again I come to you to ask yet for more blessings. Oh Lord is there no end to what I ask for. Each day new problems, new heartaches, more devistation, molestations, murders, drug use is increasing instead of decreasing.
Father God people are forgetting their purpose in life, they are lost. Father many years ago, your son asked you to forgive them for they know not what they do. Father when will they know what they're doing.
I have a difficult time Father looking at the news and reading of unnecessary killings, of a body found in close proximity, a body missing the head and very badly beaten. Father God what kind of a person does this. Satan is so busy and still finding a following. I'm
concerned at the minds that he is still able to poison.
Today Father I pray that you take total charge and stop him in his tracks, that you cause these people to take a step back and think before they act. That you cause these people who may be suffering from mental disorders, to seek help and allow the medical Doctor's to do what they are best trained for.
Father we need people that can show compassion, love and care to others and not to think of ways in which to harm them.
You my Father are so much more powerful than this evil being, please knock him out of the way and teach him a lesson.
I know you are listening Father and I know that you will take care of this evil when the time is right and only you Father know when that time is right. I will never question why you do things the way you do. I will hope that I will see positive changes in my time.
Father let me see people embracing and caring for each other instead of beating and killing each other.
You are the most high, the most intelligent, the king of all kings and I will trust in you and follow you all the days of my life. Father God I truly have faith and will continue to follow you and love you. I question you not. Father I ask this in the name of yoru precious son 'Jesus'
Written: Feb 24,2008.
poem by Melvina Germain
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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!
poem by Alley Rodriguez
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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
poem by Joy Lovelet Crawford
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Real Life Tale Of An Ungrateful Daughter
an ungrateful poor daughter blames her father
her mother sad died thirty-two long years ago
her mother did not choose to suffer illness die
was not mother’s fault choice to daughter leave
daughter in bitterness hate life torments father
her father worked two three jobs her education to pay
her poor father said study succeed attend university
she wanted to spend money work in Texas chicken
she married a shiftless dreamer saying play party angles
her father helped raise their two children in his home
she appreciates nothing saved not never to buy her home
she appreciates not years her family lived with her father
she appreciates not her eldest daughter her father raised
this daughter her husband accept no responsibility blame
daughter says if mother were alive life would be different
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Ready To Leave
My life is screwed my days are dome I need to die to have some fun
I need to die and leave this place and meet my father face to face!
My father is the devil you see and the evil in him is the evil in me, and no holy man can get him out of me, because its in my blood and its in my soul and the only way to get rid of it is to get rid of me hole,
my father is great my father is fun instead of sitting in a church reading a book to worship him you kill random people and spend the money you took, instead of caring about the living you talk to the dead and blow off peoples head,
so im ready to go is ready to leave so I can meet my father and finally be free.
poem by Amber Vasquez
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Fake People
Most people who have fame, make it big just so people will notice their names.They think if their lives are right, that they shouldn't care with people not living the good life.
Some help out the community because they want change.Others do it just to get a bit more fame.Rappers talk about having money and cars, but not caring for the people behind bars.
I believe that not everyone is the same.I want to to know, if all these people who are fake would act this way if they suffered a different fate.
poem by Nehemiah Brent Jr.
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Mother, O Mother
Mother O Mother, You Are Great
Mother O Mother you are great,
All the problems solve in any state,
Still we find there is no hate,
Each and everyone you make your mate,
Love is in your heart, your work is very smart,
All your whole life you carry the home-cart,
In your job there is no wait,
Mother, O Mother you are great.
Working all the time,
To make our things fine,
Guiding always to be far from crime,
In your work there is no late,
Mother O Mother you are great,
Caring for us, praying for us,
Struggling for us, standing for us,
With your efforts, make our bright fate,
Mother O Mother you are great,
You are my lord, you are my God,
In your service there is no fraud,
With your blessings, life is always set,
Mother O Mother you are great.
poem by Prakash Joshi
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One's Success Felt
A feeling from one expressed,
And shown to another...
There is a caring that is addressed,
Is enough to leave one inspired...
With motivation.
Since one's success felt,
Usually ignites when others are pleased.
No matter how minimal or great the deed.
If 'someone' is there caring heights can be achieved.
And with a doing done not to impress...
But just to do.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Be with the child to care
Daughter, you may give your child
Better bread and newer toys
Than I did you in those days.
I note you spend with your daughter
Less time and show less concern,
Unlike the care I exerted on you
You may enlarge its head
But mind, you shrink its heart.
The society needs compassion.
The society needs empathy.
Spend time with the child for caring
So that it can care when you need.
0108.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Who Is A Father?
What is a father or better yet who?
Who is a father? What does he do?
Is he a man with a spouse? Does he live in your house?
Does he get up early and stay up late?
Just to make sure there's food on your plate?
Is he caring or daring? Does he talk real fast?
Is he wise and unerring? Does talk about the past?
Is he short or tall? Does size matter at all?
When you hear his voice do you answer his call?
Who is a father? Did you get the right one?
Who is a father? Are you a daughter or a son?
Who is a father? Did you get one?
I have a Father! He never leaves me alone!
In the arena of fathers some answer the call
Then there are those who always fall
Short of God's vision for their life
God gave them to you to pray they get right! !
Who is your father?
Did he leave before you were born?
Make God your father! !
Then you're neither forsaken nor forlorn!
Who is your father? Does he know you by name?
My Father in Heaven knows your very frame?
poem by Sabrina Robinson
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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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Obsessed To Possess
Pray many do with a faithfulness claimed.
To then be chased away from it,
The moment we should keep faith treasured.
With an acknowledgement that what we have,
Is the gift of life.
To appreciate and share with a caring.
Inspite of our possessions and our obsessions.
But proven on a daily basis,
As the power of nature has its way...
What we claim to be a faith in The Almighty,
Is only as strong as those impressions we make.
Obsessed to possess,
With things and other values faked.
Kept until one day they suddenly leave.
'If only we had power.'
~Power to do what? ~
'To see.'
~You've had that from the beginning.
What has changed? ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Caring
Millions and millions of faces
Of people we don’t know
They live around the world
All colours and creeds
But with an outstretched hand
We can care for them all
Caring is something
That comes naturally
We care for our loved ones
As they grow old
We care for our children
The new seeds we’ve sowed
Caring is a natural thing
We do it all the time
We never really realize
But we do it all the same
It is only when someone thanks us
That we realize we care
(11 April 2007)
poem by David Harris
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It Is All Meaningless
It is all meaningless-
We know it is all meaningless-
We know we will all die-
And whatever we do will die-
It is all meaningless
But still
We are, even when most alone, not alone
There are others who may care for us-
Others who may depend on us-
We are here now
And if we are a bit kind and caring and decent,
We must struggle
To not give in and give up-
To for the time we are here
Do our best for the others close to us-
And for the life we have been given also-
We must not simply let ourselves die-
We must not simply give in-
We must try and try again-
To do the best we can-
We must not give up
We must make life meaningful
For the time it can be-
We must live and give now with all we have
To make as good a life as possible
for ourselves
and for others we care about
and for those who may care about us.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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