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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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.
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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.
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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.
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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
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Get Up! Get Over It
Do not seek me for a caring done,
To compare to your own feelings...
You now experience with a deepened,
Feeling of being left distraught.
I admit I did suffer from your indifference then.
With a secret wish,
You felt what I had felt but you quickly dismissed.
But I am not the one to mend with a healing to end,
Those memories that trouble your consciousness.
I could only wish you what you then wished me...
Your 'good luck' absent of any empathy touched.
With a toss of a thoughtless blurted to me in my agony!
'Get up! Get over it. Life sucks.'
Well...
Get up.
Get over it.
Life sucks.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Examining Fashion
As long as a shallowness is fed...
A caring for those who sacrifice their lives,
For a right to keep division instead...
Is the mindset of those gluttonous.
And they could care less who is dead.
As long as a hollowness is kept inside,
With demonic wishes to abide that bleeds...
Those of these empty victories,
Feed deceit and greed.
And empathy expressed from them,
Is an expression not connected to feelings felt,
At all.
Not unless they see someone slip and fall...
In a shopping mall!
And even then they are examining fashion!
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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To my loving Mum on her 86th Birthday
God bless you Mummy dear on your birthday!
And may He grant you some more years on earth;
You did so well, better than most earthlings;
You were our one, most loving, caring mum!
You did your chores despite life’s short-comings;
You opened doors to every child in life;
You mothered us well, proved a goodly wife;
You were our one, most loving, caring mum!
You were so great, Mother of mine indeed;
You consoled us and caressed us in feed;
You taught us things which books and teachers can’t;
You were our one, most loving, caring mum!
May be, you felt you could have done better;
May be, you felt you were unkind at times;
May be, you thought you could have erred lesser;
You were our one, most loving, caring Mum!
And now old-aged, with wearied frame you stay;
You want to live and yet, it isn’t easy;
God grant you strength of body, mind and soul,
And pass your remnant days in divine role.
You need not fear as old-age brings its fears;
You don’t worry as your century nears;
You be happy with kith and kin and dears;
Our life’s carriage, God adeptly well steers!
So cheer up mum, God has a plan for you;
Your prayers have ensured your heaven’s seat;
Hence, keep your cool; rest God will surely do;
You life was one of SUCCESS, NOT defeat!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 10-21-2004
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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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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 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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You Can Not Tell Me What It Takes
You have no idea what being treated demeanly means.
Or what being the victim of obscenities can do to someone,
On a mission to achieve with bleeding done.
And until you have been in a position to experience pain,
With others caring less how you felt.
You can not tell me what it takes to live my life.
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With A Getting Off Knees
There is hope in the air,
For the ones really caring...
And,
They're not the ones who'll stop to give up.
No.
They're not the ones to be chased and rushed.
There is hope in the air,
For the ones really caring...
And,
They're not the ones who'll stop to give up.
No.
They're not the ones who will be ruffled up.
And those daring sharing their faith...
Are,
Tough enough.
There is a drive to survive for the ones out of hiding,
And...a,
They're not the ones who'll keep mouths shut.
No.
They're not the ones to be muffled up.
There is a drive to survive for the ones out of hiding,
And...a,
They're not the ones who'll keep mouths shut.
No.
They're not the ones to be muffled up.
And those daring sharing their faith.
Are...
The ones tough enough.
Becoming wide are the eyes that see.
Too much unbelieving today is seen.
And becoming noticed is deceit,
To the nonbeliever!
And those daring sharing their faith.
Are...
The ones tough enough.
There is a drive to survive for the ones out of hiding,
And...a,
They're not the ones who'll keep mouths shut.
No.
They're not the ones to be muffled up.
And those daring sharing their faith.
Are rough and tough enough.
With a getting off knees.
And,
Those daring to share faith.
Are rough and tough enough.
With a getting off knees.
And,
Those daring to share faith.
Are proving they are tough!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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More Acceptable
Should I feel an obligation,
To show a concern expressed.
With a proclaiming of a caring.
Or can I do the best I can...
To ensure my concerns are heard,
As I make every attempt myself...
To undo that which keeps me stressed.
Will a sharing of that depression felt,
With others equally identifying with it...
Find me more acceptable.
As I...
Also embrace and delight in darkness.
And this is what those who sit in darkness,
Wish?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forever
I know you
When i first met you
I felt like I had known you forever
Telling you my secrets
I bet you thought
We would become more than just friends
Over a period of time,
I got to know the real you
A boy so caring and gentle,
With a heart so true
You've survived your life
With hurt and loneliness by your side
I'd told you I'd never leave
Because of the feelings i have insideb
I know you
Like no one i have ever known
And sometimes i wonder
What i'd do if you were gone?
So i have decided
Time answers all
If it is meant to be
Time will remove the wall
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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? ~
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Priceless Discovery!
Barely conscious
Or hardly caring which way
I face the World,
I took a border step,
Traveling steadily
Against the furious wind
That was sometimes too strong
And so cold it mumbled my senses
Until I felt myself
Completely turned inside out...
I tried to keep the direction
That I have set for
So that somehow,
I will arrive somewhere
Knowing that this path
I have followed faithfully
Has brought me to a state of mind
Where I have proudly
Become myself...
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Heart Cryzzz
If only u cud feel me,
U wud find me as yourself,
Shattered r d feelings,
Of dis heart datz rarely felt,
In these nights of darkness,
Love only love can bind us now,
I cannot force it,
It’s level falling down too low…
Broken is d thread of trust,
It’s soooo full of knots,
Solely I won’t blame u,
For equal r my faults,
My heart sinks at d crust,
Cuz u fail 2 pay heed,
Not a spying mentor,
But a caring pal I need….
If only u cud b one,
I have loads n loads 2 share,
My faith begin 2 loosen,
With yours jugdeful angry stare,
Plz cum for I need u,
I really need u by me side,
I know that I aint perfect,
But in my way..m right!
poem by Dishi I Write 2 Live
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So Thoughtless Are We
Easily God is with us to please.
Caring that our needs are met.
With those dreams wished delivered...
To get and quickly forget,
How to us they came.
Like the rain does not replenish.
Or nourishes to sustain.
Easily God is there to forgive,
Those who maintain a faith.
Although allowing all,
To run into walls and make mistakes.
God understands this!
God knows what is in His or Her power,
To create.
For purposes to celebrate.
Hoping to correct,
Our reasons to hate.
But we seem so unconscious,
Of this miracle of life we have.
So thoughtless are we,
We actually believe...
God is a figment of our fantasies.
We seem so unconscious,
Of Mother Nature and of Earth.
As if 'scientists' made the Moon, Stars and Sun.
And they've proclaimed our lives the center of it.
As if our lives here on Earth...
Are the only ones lived,
In this 'massive' Universe.
Where needs to feed,
Understandings with a thirst.
With some isolated to debate their fates.
Wanting to be,
The only ones who are chosen to be 'first'.
Not only are our minds blinded...
But our eyes deceive,
Just to tease these selfish greeds.
Easily God is with us to please.
Caring that our needs are met.
With those dreams wished delivered...
To get and quickly forget,
How to us they came.
Like the rain does not replenish.
Or nourishes to sustain.
Easily God is there to forgive,
Those who maintain a faith.
But make mistakes.
God understands this!
God knows what is in His or Her power,
To create.
God gives.
And only from us God can take!
So much.
And yet...
Surprise us with much more.
If we accept and appreciate,
Why we are here.
And 'WHO' and 'WHAT' IT is,
Our lives are lived here for!
'Place no other gods before ME!
That's ALL I ask!
How difficult 'is' that task? '
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