Perhaps the best definition of progress would be the continuing efforts of men and women to narrow the gap between the convenience of the powers that be and the unwritten charter.
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But Hezbollah now has reared its ugly head in a way that threatens the entire free world. And they want, by their own charter and definition, the destruction of Israel and Christians. That is the truth. That is in their charter.
(No More) Love At Your Convenience
Your childish game is over now.
Lost your power over night some how.
Better see it ain't gonna be like it used to be.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your command.
No more love at your convenience.
Lots of time late at night, I really needed you.
I'm telling you tonight's the night.
Close your mouth
Turn off the light.
Pull me babe.
Pull me down closer on you.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your command.
No more love at your convenience.
Lots of time late at night, I really needed you.
I really needed you.
I really needed you.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your command.
No more love at your convenience.
Quit your tears and dry your eyes.
You know I hate to see you cry.
Don't you see,
Things gotta be what they got to.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your convenience
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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The men and women on the front lines of the war on terror continue to risk their lives to save ours - and for that we owe them a debt that we can never truly repay. Thanks to their efforts we have made tremendous progress. Yet, the job is not done.
quote by Doc Hastings
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Dump Trudeau's Charter Feb 7th,2011
Could Trudeau’s Charter destroy us and could we ourselves be to blame?
With polygamy and abortions and no one thinks it’s strange,
With thousands of refugees and lawyers all claiming Charter rights,
En route to the appointed Supreme Court with their Charter fights.
Are we locked in Trudeau’s Charter or is there a way out?
Is it because less than half of us vote; is that what it’s about?
How do we get rid of Trudeau’s Charter and back to where we were?
Is it possible that Canadians might realize we’ve erred?
How do we get our politicians to even pay attention?
Could binding referendums or propositions stop dissension?
Because no one wants to even read the writing on the wall,
Are the anti police agitators gathering at the mall?
Feb 7th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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Continuing...............
Limitations are not for people for whom life is a continuing quest.
Boundaries are not for people for whom life is a continuing exploration.
Destinations are not for people for whom life is a continuing journey.
Harbours are not for people for whom life is a continuing sail.
Accomplishments are not for people for whom life is a continuing
Leisure is not for those who are always indulged in work.
poem by Meetika Srivastava
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A Canadian Democratic Dictator
A dictator might improve our democratic illusions,
Compel all Canadians to vote and be part of the solution,
Throw out all party agendas for the greater national cause,
Maybe a Charter of Rights just for Canadians just because.
The Charter was not written for us; it was written for them,
Hundreds of millions of very strange looking women and men,
And others who like to march or riot or maybe burn police cars,
Then charged and onto Supreme Court appointments and be stars.
Unfortunately we have all been taught that the Charter is right,
Written in stone so no one can find fault either day or night,
We don’t have binding referendums so it can’t be changed,
If this was Switzerland, the Swiss could have it all rearranged.
Jan 4th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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Tied Down By Trudeau's Charter Of Rights
How do we go about changing Trudeau’s left wing Charter of Rights?
Because all the crooks and terrorists have us in their sights,
They want to come here and then onto the appointed Supreme Court,
Where definitions and decisions could be in their support.
Unfortunately our establishment think the Charter is great,
And changes are strictly forbidden to come up for debate,
We look in the mirror and see the enemy looking back,
And because of Trudeau’s Charter, our future could be pitch black.
If we could make Trudeau’s Charter for Canadians alone,
Not “EVERYONE” in the world especially every combat zone,
And stop them from coming here to claim Trudeau’s Charter rights,
And then they could put some other soft country in their sights.
Dec 13th,2010
poem by James Bredin
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Theses, faeces, syntheses
O the language of the thesis!
O the octopus of Academe!
‘As I argued in my previous book,
‘Some definitions of ‘definition’ in contemporary philosophy’ –
an argument which I hope to pursue
in a following volume, (and I quote) :
‘to define what we mean by ‘definition’
we must first consider
the nature of definition:
can it be itself defined? Is
its definition itself a retreat
from what definition defines? …’
and the wood of academic chairs
creaking as a lecture ends,
from which once the young sap rose
like the hope of definition
dries, decays and dessicates.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Proverbs Witty Bits Of Wisdom
Proverbs popularly
defined as short
expressions of
popular wisdom.
Efforts to improve
on the popular
definition
have not led
to a more
precise definition.
The proverbial
wisdom
is in the form
of a general
observation
about
the world
or a bit
of advice,
sometimes
more nearly
an attitude
toward a situation
stereotypical.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Unwritten Words
There is so many things I need to say,
There is this unwritten words that I can not understand,
Who is this girl who had become the girl she is not,
What is this unwritten words say,
How do I know if this was meant to be,
How can I understand something that wasn’t meant to be read,
Unwritten words that shall not say,
Unwritten words that shall not be read,
What is this,
What am I doing,
Why can’t I just read the unwritten words that are meant to be said by me,
Why am I out of place,
What does it mean,
Why am I confused about this unwritten words,
These words that can not be read,
These feelings can not be controlled,
Please tell me what this unwritten words say.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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A great Friend
The definition of a great
friend is.....
Sticking by you no matter what.
The definition of a great
friend is...
To dry away wet tears when you are you are down
The definition of a great
friend is....
To unstick you, when your struck
The definition of a great
friend is....
To help you through the hard times
The definition of a great
friend is....
To tell you when are wrong, to teach you to do riight.
The Definition of a great
friend is.....
to pray with you through hard times, to give a hand when your in need and hug you and let you see.
The definition of a
great friend is true, The definition of a great friend is you! ! ! ! ! ! !
poem by Dallas Turner
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Politics I conceive to be nothing more than the science of the ordered progress of society along the lines of greatest usefulness and convenience to itself.
quote by Woodrow Wilson
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The Tent
actually, i do not
go for your tent
as a definition of
what marriage is
not,
i still think that
my marriage is a big house
with the convenience
of five chambermaids
a butler
and a driver.
with a last note,
we have fire inside the
chimney
we have smoke
for the atmosphere
and we have warmth
even in summer.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mister Powers
Excuse me, mister powers
What do we plan to do today?
Yes excuse me, mister powers
What do we plan to do today?
Were going to 43rd street sonny
To hear them blues boys play
Well, its midnight mister powers
Where are we gonna boogaloo?
Yes, its after midnight mister powers
Where are we gonna boogaloo?
Were going to kingston mines boy
To boogaloo with sugarblue
Why, gentle mister powers
What will the morning bring?
Oh, gracious mister powers
What will the morning bring?
Well were going down to church child
To hear them gospel women sing
Well, tell me mister powers
What is the meaning of all this?
Please tell me mister powers
What is the meaning of all this?
It means aint God a good god
And all the glory is his
Thank you mister powers
You sure put the power in me!
Oh, thank you mister powers
You sure put the power in me!
Well, think nothin of it buddy,
The best things in life are still free...
song performed by by Waterboys
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I measure the progress of a community by the degree of progress which women have achieved.
quote by B.R. Ambedkar
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Efforts
I'll not make
Any special
Efforts to
Please you
If you get
Pleased by my
Usual efforts
I'll thank my luck
If my efforts
Displease you
I'll say
Hard Luck
And wish you
‘Better Luck'
With someone else's
Efforts
Though I know
You'll not go
Anywhere
And still
Cling to me,
Expecting me
To please you
With more
Concerted efforts
As if your pleasure
Has always depended
On my special efforts!
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Unwritten love
Heavenly music choral,
Floral
In my soul
Waking
Memories start to roll.
A film of life.
Dancing in the kitchen
With my mother on Christmas Eve.
Feelings like no other.
Unwritten love will weave.
Poetry
That unwritten music
Narrates.
While golden caresses
Wait at the gates.
Earthly tears then dissipate
To send rain for our thirst
Emotion's buds dispersed.
Beautiful music
Unwritten love
Heaven's lights kiss clouds above.
Then sun on our face
Pleasing to the eye.
Unwritten love
Drifts
Across an open sky.
Poetry unwritten music to our ears
A life of rhyme to wipe away the tears.
And though memories mime
We scribe our souvenirs.
Unwritten love
Sweet music from above.
Plays in our soul.
Like morning star
On Heaven's scroll.
poem by Kevin East
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Your Convenience At My Expense
Here!
I have decided it was easier for me,
To return this bucket with your miseries...
Than to keep you with beliefs,
You can come to me to add more to them...
At your convenience.
Well...
Your convenience at my expense,
Has ended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It took us years to get into the mess that we got ourselves in at the end of 2008, and it's going to take a while to get us out. We lost eight million jobs, we saw a financial system near collapse, we have a continuing housing crisis that we're making progress on dealing with.
quote by Robert Gibbs
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Chained Chained Women In The 'Land Of The Free
can you feel the jealousy emanating from the other first world countries
whose women watch the US government insist upon
no universal healthcare,
making its own citizens eternal slaves to HMO's & big pharma
&
if that wasn't bad enough,
they watch the religious tyrants beating their 'holy books, '
continuing
to feel as if it is ok to
deprive citizens of contraceptive coverage in the
health care packages being provided by employers across the country?
um,
this writer has a hard time doing so…for the record.
how long will this so-called 'democracy' make the women within its borders
suffer?
how long will the crazy crazy christians insist on
trying to keep women in a little cage where they cannot determine what happens to their own bodies?
as long as women are not allowed to gain access to contraception freely & easily,
they have to walk through a gauntlet of unnecessary bullshit
every time life decides to impede their progress by
throwing an unwanted pregnancy in the way of the struggle to get to where they want to be-
if they cannot climb the ladder,
they cannot achieve the financial status that would allow them to raise these kids in the
first place-
politicians,
who pretend to have religious affiliations so that they can get more sheep to
baaaaaaaaaaaa to the sound of their specific drum come november,
need to understand that there are more women in this country than men
&
this country is already overpopulated as it is-
why not better the lives of the women who are already here,
alive & trying?
poem by Andrew Delapruch
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