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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

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poem by David Knox
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You Don't Need To Tell Me You Don't Care

You don’t need to tell me you don’t care, not caring
is an environmental condition since humans became
too dangerous to trust their own minds as the world,
let themselves be morning doves in the phoenix-fire of the sumac,
or a light within a light like a planet in the dusk,
the pink lilac of Mercury, the flashing white
gardenia of Venus. Killing only lets you be
one thing else
after you’ve deleted all the rest. Not caring
is the shape of a final heart, the rose recast by the minerals
as stone, cell by cell, nest by nest, petrified
by the cuckoo whose young shoulder the eggs of its host out
like refugees that take over the government
that gives them shelter. Not caring
is an ancient battlefield in the morning
where crows and old women, idiots, wretches, dogs
plunder the dead lying like islands in the mist,
a cemetery of maggots that froze before
they could finish eating the horse. Not caring
is deciding to live without punctuation

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poem by Patrick White
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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.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forsaking All Others Part 1

'NOT that you'll like him,' Nell said,
'No mystery - no romance,
A fine, stern, eagle-like head,
But he simply reeks of finance, -­
Started from nothing - self-made -­
And rather likes you to know it,
And now collects porcelain and jade,
Or some Seventeenth Century poet.

'Married in simpler days,
A poor little wren of a being,
Who exists to pray and praise,
And spends her life agreeing,
Thin and dowdy and pale,
And getting paler and thinner­
Well, the point of this dreary tale
Is I've asked them both to dinner.

'I'd leave her out like a shot,
For I'm not so keen about her,

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poem by Alice Duer Miller
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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,

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Love

If it's so good to be had,
Why is it treated so bad.
If it's so good to be had,
Why is it treated so bad.

Nobody says...
Nobody cares,
For love!

Nobody says...
Nobody cares,
To love!

It's everywhere...
To be shared,
Everywhere!
By those caring.

It's everywhere...
To be shared,

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Didn't Pay That Much Attention

You came to rip me up to bits...
Then you were gone.
And I stood there just taking it...
Because I was wrong!

I didn't know...
How much you loved me.
No, no.
I didn't know.

I didn't pay that much attention to the caring there.
No, no.
I didn't know.

You came to rip me up to bits...
Then you were gone.
And I stood there just taking it...
Because I was wrong!

I didn't pay that much attention to the caring there.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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

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poem by Indira Renganathan
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Exclusively Aloof

You dip in your evils.
While others choose to sneak,
On those who sleep.

You dip in your evils.
While others choose to sneak,
On those who sleep.

There are sneaks and evil people...
Creeping up on people.

But I find that I am,
Exclusively elusive.
And I find that I can be exclusively aloof.
Yes I find that I can be exclusively elusive,
Caring less I'm in the loop.
As you and other people,
Can choose those things you do.

You dip in your evils.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We've All Been Greedy

Those peaceful nights for some have passed.
Those feeling safe...
In sheltered communities behind closed gates.
Are awakening.
But not to Robins singing.
To peer from behind French customed made doors.
Swinging out onto the patio.
Overlooking acres upon acres upon more acres,
Of freshly cut grass.

These awareness days have come upon us fast.
Who would believe such a quick erasing,
Of a way of life....
Would come to pass.
And leave those embittered with much grief,
With streaks of torment on twisted faces.
Disgraced and now nervously pacing.
In wait.
But for what?
When the 'why' of it has arrived too late!

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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