I am concerned because even in the past two years that were the jubilee years, I have seen evident signs which show that the people are still in great difficulties, and there are things that still need to be remedied and looked after in many areas.
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Our achievements speak for themselves. What we have to keep track of are our failures, discouragements and doubts. We tend to forget the past difficulties, the many false starts, and the painful groping. We see our past achievements as the end results of a clean forward thrust, and our present difficulties as signs of decline and decay.
quote by Eric Hoffer
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The Three of Us.
The two sat down with their Relationship
and a soup-bowl of their mutual memories
the two lovers complaining that the other
had not given what they needed.
Each spoke after a sip of tainted memory.
She said 'You never thought of what I needed
that which pleased you is what mattered.
I was left with kids and bills as you escaped
to job and night out with the boys.
He said:
I thought I had married a princess and as it turns out
I had hired my own critic who's never satisfied.
And whittled down I have only 15 years and thirty extra pounds to show for it.
With that he took his tablespoon and sipped a double dip.
Finally relationship spoke:
All these years I have seen you two value the combat
more than I.
These years I have starved while neither of you could give me
the small attention which might have saved the marriage.
Neither of you looked to nurture me so concerned each of you with I.
And now you wonder if I skin and bone can be revived
my answer sure is to starve a thing for years on end
is not to wonder then it does not survive.
The two looked at one another.
Relationship looking really ill, said hoarsely.
'Now each of you start sentences that begin with we.'
to be continued
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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High Cumberland Jubilee / Comin Down Slow
By: jimmy buffett, buzz cason
1971
Maybe leavings better in the afternoon
When the rain dont fall so hard
From where we were we had to look down far below
To see just what went on in our own backyard
Coming down slow without a thing to show
Wondering what went on while we were up there
Mountain roads now asphalt highways that we once called heaven skyways
Children lost what is the cost to get back home again
La la la la la la la la laaaa
La la la la la la la la laaaa
It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee
It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee
It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee
It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee
It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee
Yeah
Im goin to climb up in the mountain
Im goin to climb up in the tree
Im goin to climb up in the mountain
Im goin to see what I can see
You know...
It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Centennial
Come all ye friends of Liberty,
Who love our good old nation,
Let hands and hearts united be,
And beat the wide creation.
For this is our Centennial year,
The birthday of our nation;
For it is just one hundred years
That's stood our good old nation.
CHORUS:
Centennial! Centennial!
Hurrah to the Centennial;
And many, many people gone
To our national Centennial.
To Philadelphia people went,
And more was sure to go, sir;
They say there was things to be seen
Of a hundred years ago, sir.
Come all ye sons of liberty,
That love our good old nation,
Unite and keep our country free,
And the stars and stripes a waving.
The revolutionary war was fought
To gain our independence,
That we a nation great may be,
Both free and independent.
They fought the British, far and near,
For freedom, and they gained it --
In Centennial years of Jubilee,
Let Columbia's sons maintain it.
poem by Julia A Moore
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Heresy
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
All around that dull gray world
From moscow to berlin
People storm the barricades
Walls go tumbling in
The counter-revolution
People smiling through their tears
Who can give them back their lives
And all those wasted years?
All those precious wasted years --
Who will pay?
All around that dull gray world
Of ideology
People storm the marketplace
And buy up fantasy
The counter-revolution
At the counter of a store
People buy the things they want
And borrow for a little more
All those wasted years
All those precious wasted years
Who will pay?
Do we have to be forgiving at last?
What else can we do?
Do we have to say goodbye to the past?
Yes I guess we do
All around this great big world
All the crap we had to take
Bombs and basement fallout shelters
All our lives at stake
The bloody revolution
All the warheads in its wake
All the fear and suffering
All a big mistake
All those wasted years
All those precious wasted years
Who will pay?
song performed by by Rush
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The Silver Jubilee
To James First Bishop of Shrewsbury on the 25th Year of his Episcopate July 28. 1876
1
Though no high-hung bells or din
Of braggart bugles cry it in—
What is sound? Nature’s round
Makes the Silver Jubilee.
2
Five and twenty years have run
Since sacred fountains to the sun
Sprang, that but now were shut,
Showering Silver Jubilee.
3
Feasts, when we shall fall asleep,
Shrewsbury may see others keep;
None but you this her true,
This her Silver Jubilee.
4
Not today we need lament
Your wealth of life is some way spent:
Toil has shed round your head
Silver but for Jubilee.
5
Then for her whose velvet vales
Should have pealed with welcome, Wales,
Let the chime of a rhyme
Utter Silver Jubilee.
poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins
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Years 1
For years I let the torment go on
Years I let you get in my head
Years I had to cry myself to sleep
your out now and last night
what you did to me replayed in my head again
I told myself i wasn't going to let it happen but it did
For years I have lived in scared quarters
For years I have looked for your face
For years I have never felt safe
For years I have remembered
poem by Marissa Ford
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The great political tugs of the past 35 years have concerned the distribution of the golden eggs. In the 1980's and 1990's we must focus on the health of the goose.
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Asean is obviously a very important association for us. Over the past 30 years Asean has made great strides in regional cooperation covering a number of areas, although recently it has been under strain because of the financial crisis and other challenges.
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Evergreen Memoirs: ‘I Batch, Silver Jubilee Meet’
Those were the days of toil, turmoil;
Those were the years of learning joy;
Those were the times of challenges;
Those were moments, we can’t forget!
Those were the happiest days in life;
Those were the times of great resolve;
Those were the years we loved the most;
Those were the dreams that came so true!
Our Management was great from start;
Our teachers taught ‘medical art’;
Our college then looked not so vast;
Oh, how we miss the life that’s past!
And we were just a little batch!
We turned out to be ‘prized a catch’!
Our college life can’t come again;
Our teachers put us in right lane.
We did not have much capital;
We did not have own hospital;
We saw few patients in the ward;
Nevertheless, we worked just hard.
And God had blessed us for His part!
We smile and laugh with good a heart;
We love our teachers who taught us;
They shared their knowledge without fuss!
God, bless our Doctor Teachers dear!
’Tis nice to see them still, so near;
They sacrificed in nobler ways;
God grant them health and peaceful days!
Fondly dedicated to the Management, Teachers
And students of the First Batch of Medicos of
PSGIMS&R, CBE, ‘Silver Jubilee Meet’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 30-09-2010
poem by John Celes
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It's Gone
IT’S GONE-
It’s gone-
So much of it is gone-
All the years
The life-
Who knows what it means?
So many people
So many great things
The best the very best
All gone-
And now in these few years left
How will I survive?
And how will I not remember?
And what will be of me
And of us
When I die?
Or before I die
If I am no longer human at all?
And what does it all mean?
God, what does it all mean?
Only You know
And where are You?
And who are we?
And what does it all mean?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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1000 Years
If only we talked it out a little more
You might never have gone away
If only I tried
Instead of making for the door
Youd be loving me still today
And if Id only been a little wiser
You knew I knew the lies you told
But you thought I didnt care
And if Id only shown my love
In so many different ways
If only youd stayed
And in 1000 years
Ill still be thinking of you
Though in 1000 years
My love will have gone
But in a 1000 years
Well probably be together
But right now youre gone
If only I had you back again right now
Wouldnt ask for a thing, I know
Except to say Im sorry, and how
And the wisdom to let it show
And if Id only looked a little deeper
Each time I saw you weeping
And how I wished I held you close
Cause if I only shown my love
In so many different ways
Baby youd want to stay
And in 1000 years
Ill still be thinking of you
Though in 1000 years
My love will have gone
But in a 1000 years
Well probably be together
But right now youre gone
And in 1000 years
(Ill still be thinking of you)
1000 years
(my love will be long gone)
1000 years
(well probably be together forever)
1000 years
(Ill still be thinking of you)
1000 years
(whaaa whooo)
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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You Don't
Other people think through things!
But...
You don't.
And many learn not to repeat what stings!
But...
You don't.
Some refuse to be stung to run!
But...
You don't.
But,
You don't...
Seem to learn or be concerned.
By what's been done.
All you do is show a wound,
You have earned that comes.
Other people think through things!
But...
You don't.
And many learn not to repeat what stings!
But...
You don't.
Some refuse to be stung to run!
But...
You don't.
But,
You don't...
You rather moan and goan,
With a volume loudly heard and turned on!
'It's difficult to give a patience,
To those transfixed into receiving adulation.
Is it possible to get another assignment, please?
One that doesn't have me pleading on my knees.'
~I agree!
It's true.
I'm with you.
Some people 'just-don't-get-it'!
But...
You do what needs to be done.
Only one mission given.
And you've got yours to do, My Son! ~
Other people think through things!
But...
You don't.
And many learn not to repeat what stings!
But...
You don't.
Some refuse to be stung to run!
But...
You don't.
But,
You don't...
Seem to learn or be concerned.
By what's been done.
All you do is show a wound,
You have earned that comes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tomorrow People
Tomorrow people, where is your past?
Tomorrow people, how long will you last?
Tomorrow people, where is your past?
Tomorrow people, how long will you last?
Today you say you deyah
Tomorrow you say you're gone
But you're gone so long
If there is no love in your heart - so sorry
Then there is no hope for you - true, true
Tomorrow people, where is your past?
Tomorrow people, how long will you last?
Tomorrow people, where is your past?
Tomorrow people, how long will you last?
So you're in the air
But you still don't have a thing to spare
You're flying high
While we're on the low o-o-oh
Tomorrow people, where is your past?
Tomorrow people, how long will you last? Tell me now
Tomorrow people, where is your past? No where
Tomorrow people, how long will you last? Ten years!
Stop tellin' me the same story
Today you say you deyah
Tomorrow you say you're gone and you're not coming back
If there is no love in your heart oh now
There will never be hope for you
Tomorrow people, where is your past?
Tomorrow people, how long will you last? Ten years!
Tomorrow people, where is your past?
Tomorrow people, tomorrow people, come on
Tomorrow people, tomorrow people, come on
Tomorrow people, tomorrow people, no soon come
Tomorrow people, tomorrow people, soon come
Tomorrow people, tomorrow people, today is here
If you don't know your past, you don't know your future
Everyone
Don't know your past, don't know your future everyman
Don't know your past, don't know your future, come on
Don't know your past, don't know your future
How many nations
How many people did that one catch
How many
song performed by by Ziggy Marley
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I'm Tired Of It All
I am tired of it all
I am tired of today
I am tired of the summer heat-
I am tired of all the years of trying to be something
And still being nothing and no one
I am tired of myself and my ambition
I am tired of reading the great poems of others
I am tired of Poetry
I am tired of being old
I am tired of no longer having the means to help those I care for-
I am tired of having written for so many years
And having so little to show for it-
I am tired of being an old man getting older -
I am tired of being afraid of what is going to happen to me
And those close to me
I am tired of having so many sick friends-
I am tired of having more and more people I have known who are dead
I am tired of a world in which violence and stupidity play such a great part
I am tired of all the problems that should have been solved years ago
And yet persist-
I am tired of cruelty
I am tired of rudeness and petty selfishness
I am tired of seeing the evil get away with it
I am tired truly tired
Tired of being tired also
Tired of myself and my complaints-
And my failure all these years
To make things right-
And yet and yet with all the tiredness
I know there is so much else even in myself-
I still want to live and dream and hope and help those I love
I still want to write still a few lines of poetry
that will be read by others
And help them
Dream to begin again
I still want to give to those I love
The little I still have to give
I still want to live
For life itself is life itself is still good
Despite the tiredness.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Second Chance
Sometimes you never get a second chance
at anything you do.
If one day you do, embrace it
and never let it slip through your fingers
or it will never come to you again.
Now this is my story of the two second chances that I got
and how I embraced them without regret.
The story begins half a century ago when I was a teenager.
I was a very shy boy
and my friends were very few,
especially where the girls were concerned.
No friendships grew there
and all too soon they were gone
without me ever saying a word to them
as I left and set sail for a far distant shore.
Their faces remained with me
through the years in photographs.
The years slipped by so quickly
from teenager to adult hood,
but still those photographs
kept the past alive to me.
Always hoping one day,
I would be able to see them over again.
More years slipped by
and the chances of that happening
became just as remote as could be,
or so I thought.
Then on the 15 December 2006,
I had an internal message on classmates.com
and that is where the first of my two second chances began.
The second came shortly afterwards
when this classmate introduced me to her friend,
whose encouraging words made me take
the second of my second chances
and on the 19th January 2007 I lifted my pen to paper
after six or seven years
and never looked back since then.
Since that date, I have written
one thousand four hundred and twenty eight poems,
a novel and published my first book.
All because of the second chances, I got.
If you are given a second chance
at anything at all,
grasp them with all your might,
never letting them go
because you will probably never get them again.
22-23 November 2008
poem by David Harris
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I've played heavies for years and years and years. I was bald. I came to Hollywood. I did a play about junk. I was a pusher, so I played pushers for years and years and years. I did war movies and things like that.
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I did have a big following in the upper New York area. I was at the New York State Fair a few times over the years. I have areas that I say are my areas.
quote by Bobby Vinton
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I like today and perhaps a little future still, but the past is really something I'm not interested in. So, as far as I'm concerned, I like only the past of things and people I don't know. When I know, I don't care because I knew how it was.
quote by Karl Lagerfeld
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Resentment
I came across a man today,
Who years ago, did me wrong.
Although the time had come to pass,
My resentments were still, so strong.
I looked into this man's green eyes.
As gentle as they were.
The past he left, I could not pass.
My anger inside did stir.
He looked at me, the man he said,
'You look like someone I know.'
I replied to him, 'Yes, I am.'
My anger, I did not show.
I wheeled the man, down the hall,
To a courtyard, at the end.
The man he asked, in a gentle voice,
'Are you one I call friend? '
'Yes, I am.' I then placed my hand,
On his frail, and skinny arm.
This man who was like a baby now,
Had once caused me so much harm.
The man, he had no idea,
Of the pain he once inflicted.
Although my emotions were very strong.
To my love, I was convicted.
I spent the day, sitting with this man.
As I did, each and every day.
And every morning, his day was new,
Yet the same things he would say.
I wheeled the man back to his room.
I placed him in his bed.
I walked to the door, and turned out the light
'Nice to meet you.' The man, he said.
I returned the next day to see the man,
But his bed, was already made.
I knew the man, that night he left,
Now, I wish he could have stayed.
All those years that I held onto,
The things, I should have let go.
Resentment of things, that had come to pass.
The man, didn't even know.
In the end, they robbed me blind,
Of the time, I could have shared.
The man in my mind, he was a monster.
But in truth, he really cared.
Hold on to what is truly dear,
For one day, we all must leave.
Resentments, we must let them go,
Wear our hearts, upon our sleeve.
To them, we are held prisoner,
For it is they, that commit the crime.
They will rob you of your peace and joy.
And they will rob you of your time.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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