It's very difficult to ignore humanitarian disasters. The royalties from my albums continue to support my charity work.
quote by Cat Stevens
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So-called humanitarian corridors or other measures aimed at providing respite to those affected by conflict must be well planned and implemented with the agreement of the parties to the conflict. Regardless of whether humanitarian corridors are implemented in the coming days, parties must continue to protect civilians and civilian infrastructure under international humanitarian law both for those who choose to leave and those who remain.
quote by International Committee of the Red Cross
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I'm sure that they will continue to look for ways to try and undermine my support, but I have every confidence that in doing this job for South Dakota, I will continue to build on my support and be able to succeed once again in November.
quote by Stephanie Herseth
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Nothing Is Ever Done
NOTHING IS EVER DONE
Nothing is ever done
The world goes on
I go on with it-
For now.
“The silence of these infinite spaces casts me into dread”
So do the noises I hear everywhere now in my own mind-
Life is difficult
But is it only difficult?
I go on and on and without knowing if I am doing right-
Poetry too seems to be going away from me
How can we continue
When so much is against us,
And more and more and more and more enemies work for our destruction?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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No Charity Too Is Good
Acts of attrition promote charity.
The guilt built might demand charity.
Seeking God’s bliss might cause charity.
From the surplus one might do charity.
Beneficiary being the needy,
Charity is a benevolent act.
Doing no charity is excellent
By not earning more than the bare need.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The doorway to charity is difficult to open and difficult to close.
Making Of A Man
Man doesn't want to beg or rob
To support himself he needs and wants a job
And when he does, he'll do the best that he can
And truly what he does, makes himself a man,
He doesn't want to rely by the support of others
Whether they be friends or strangers, or sisters or brothers
He wants to build and support with his own two hands
As that is truly, what makes himself a man,
He wants to be proud of how he lives his life
As he would rather give than take, from the needy in life
The calluses on his hands shows where he has been
As being a lazy man, he will never be accused of that sin,
Everything he owns he has paid for and bought
From the work he has done, the possessions he sought
And the pride started when he could either begged or steal
But then he knows that life is either a sweet or sour pill,
He lives by his pride and his honor is his work
Supporting himself and his family is his greatest perk
He will continue this tradition until he cannot anymore
When his body is tired, and his muscles are sore,
Then the day will come when he is old and gray
And out in the pasture they will put him to graze
He will remember how he worked and proudly he did stand
And how he sweated and worked; as he became a man.
poem by Randy McClave
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With all the sympathy
A person is called saint if he has kindness with all the sympathy
He can claim then only as direct descendent of almighty
Or Messiah, messenger or for that respect an angel
At every inch you must look ordinary but with different angle
I have known or heard about many of such figures
They have worked for the humanity and reassured
About the human misery and risk involved for apathy
What work is to be taken up or followed to gain His sympathy?
Each work is evaluated and appreciated by God
Many might have lost favor as their soul stands sold
They are burden and living animal on earth
At each stage they live on but with the fear of death
To work under such difficult situation is Herculean task
No one may opt for it or readily go and ask
Some of the great souls are easily picked on earth
God has always created such situation without any dearth
Such a kind of saints have prevailed in present time
For the rescue of mankind with their known and committed crimes
Hardly anybody can undertake such enterprise
It is much to relief and to our surprise
It proves God's existence
We feel and experience His presence
He is omni present and in every individual
Only we fail to understand Him and take very casual
If some one works on charity or any kind of human service
That may be counted as noble cause and looked upon very nice
All kinds of help will be rendered and efforts lauded
His or her presence will be taken with high esteem and applauded
It is not done to gain international fame
It may involve great work and full of blames
Little slackness may invite lots of criticism
As it isli9nked with the work of humanism
Thousands of hands are raised in your well being
Prayers and congregations are held to praise and sing
Preaching is done so as to spread the kind and love message
The sick and ill fated souls are shown the way with passage
The services of poor may be remembered very long
It is not only the care and help but to stay among
Not showing mere finger for any work to be done
The far reaching impact will never be undone
Some of the names may be remembered by all
As they have responded with charity and humanitarian call
Anybody could do it without any assistance
But it has made some difference with their presence
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I support concrete and progressive immigration reform based on three primary criteria: family reunification, economic contributions, and humanitarian concerns.
quote by Jeff Bingaman
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Poverty Land
Looking for solutions
For a problem centuries old
Searching every avenue
My feet are still cold
The benefits of unemployment
Leaves me hungry everyday
It’s hard to find a job
But it’s more difficult to stay
Must feed the family anyway I can
Society has me cornered
I’m in poverty land
Praying for the wisdom
To guide me through the rain
The courage to continue
Ignore the grief and pain
The prospects of employment
Seems to dwindle everyday
It’s hard to draw a budget
But it’s more difficult to pay
They’ve seem to have forgotten
The pride within a man
Time has come, I must rebel
And take a militant stand
For society has me cornered
I’m in poverty land
poem by Mustafa Marconi
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Sonnet: Ignore The worldly Man
Ignore the man who goes after the money;
Ignore the man who is after power;
The former looses soon life’s harmony;
The latter turns akin an earth-mover!
Ignore the man who goes after sheer name;
Ignore the man who is after status;
The former ends up in ultimate shame;
The latter suffers the common-man’s curse.
Ignore the man whose heart has selfishness;
Ignore the man with sadistic display;
The former will soon show his uselessness;
The latter cannot go long in this way.
Ignore the man who loves not his neighbor;
God will not love him despite all labor!
poem by John Celes
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(J - Baba Amte - 1994) Work Builds but Charity Destroys
He built his monumental work
On the rocks of his pithy philosophy:
‘Work Builds; Charity Destroys.’
Whenever the tempest of time blows across
He feels no loss –
His work stands unaffected;
Self-reliance he has perfected.
To those poor palms
Fated to seek alms
A few tools he gave,
Their spirits to save,
And they carved out
The beauty of self-dignity
From what was first their self-pity,
Their disability,
Their poverty,
Their agony!
In the desert of leprosy
He sowed seeds of sympathy,
Seeds of empathy,
And grew the garden of ability,
Of energy,
Of prosperity.
He knew that charity
Could feed the hungry.
But he also knew that it could
Also inflict injury.
But work could make one worthy,
Could make one really happy.
He gave no charity;
He gave opportunity;
He decried self-pity;
He admired dignity.
Charity
Charity begins at home,
Love begins in the womb,
Hope is the mind that lives at peace always.
The bud opens,
The flower blossoms,
Charity envies not;
So, let no man despise your youth and beauty.
A kiss of charity,
Like a true proverb;
Charity out of a pure heart is full of kindness.
When the Almond Tree blossoms,
Charity is full of love;
So is this muse that flows to teach many.
Let all your things be done with charity,
Charity is very kind;
Let all your dreams be with love,
Charity edifies;
And, be very wise always.
Do not let charity pass you by,
Gain your hope from your gift;
Cos', it will always lead you on.
Charity begins at home,
So compare her actions rooted in your yard;
Charity out of a pure heart is full of kindness,
So compare her acts ruling in the year;
Charity envies no one.
The love of a muse,
The love of the acts;
Charity begins at home.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Doing Their Best To Achieve
What advice would you give,
To anyone seeking with a wish...
To become successful.
'That's a difficult question.
I really don't know.
And advice?
I am no authority to be giving advice,
To anyone.'
Okay.
What would you say about those,
Who have given their support...
To the ones who do become successful.
'Few people know,
From the beginning who will become successful.
However...
I will say this,
It depends on the enviorment one lives in.
If one hears over and over again,
That they need to leave an enviornment...
In which people are not accustomed,
To those wishing to achieve success...
There will be many people there believing themselves,
Limited in mind and insecure.
And many will berate anyone choosing to think...
They can do something else with their lives,
Than wasting their time talking about others...
Doing their best to achieve.
And achievement takes work, discipline, devotion and sacrifice.
With a getting of very little sleep,
Those unaware would never accept to believe.'
Do you believe you are successful?
'Extremely.
I was born with the ability to ignore naysayers.
Especially those hiding their insecurities,
To make excuses to dump their self hatred on others.
And people like that I have known all my life.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Disasters
Disasters strike upon the land, some by God and some by man.
The disasters of a natural force, they come from God of course.
Some however are wicked plans, found in the evil heart of man.
Both will have the same result, moving men into deeper thought.
At times a quiet earth may quake, leaving destruction in its wake.
Such times are the finger of God, touching the earth that we trod.
Disasters will strike any nation, leaving behind much devastation.
Such disasters are truly unkind, leaving pain and suffering behind.
Many people escape the wrath, being far from the disasters path.
But it should not be ignored, as they need to reflect on The Lord.
Many disasters sure to come, were predicted by God’s own Son.
Some by God are meant to be, signs pointing all men to Eternity.
Others simply have their start, in man’s wicked deceptive heart,
Hearts, by Christ, we were told, in the end would only grow cold.
But all the tragedy soon will end, when to the earth Christ is sent.
Man has become so depraved, without Christ none will be saved.
Even the earth groans in pain, eager to be purged from sin’s stain.
As tragic as these disasters are, the end will be much worse by far.
For during the Great Tribulation, wrath will pour upon every nation.
As God’s final Judgment’s poured, on all men who reject The Lord.
09/2005)
No difference
Is there any difference between nature and human nature?
What parameters are there to distinguish and make sure?
How would they react and work in certain circumstances?
Is there any simple formula in store for at once?
It is difficult to judge from outset to come at conclusion
Both are unpredictable and can't have any idea for inclusion
It is guess work and leaves us to set the course in anticipation
Now they have become unreliable and as such give no indication
Human and nature behave in set pattern
They cause more worries and concern
Nothing can be planned exactly for the success
As we are totally clueless and have reliable access
Everything is taking place in same manner
Their action can be seen without any scanner
It is anybody's guess what their next action will be?
There is tremendous change and all that we can see
Nature's deviation can be attributed to some of our actions
Let many things are taking place exactly contrary to invite reactions
Natural disasters are now common and some of the findings reveal
The human greed for nature's destruction is deliberately concealed
The global change can still be understood and addressed
The damage caused is taken into account and assessed
It may not be difficult to exist along side nature in future
But the human behavioral pattern can not be taken for sure
Everybody wants to be come millionaire over night
They are prepared to shed the blood ceaselessly and fight
There may not be any immediate gain or visible end in sight
But fruitless attempts are being made to prove their point's right
It is common knowledge that greed has no wings and can't stop
The human beings are continuing with it despite being flop
They know from the heart what is really going wrong?
The onus is passed by simply observing that he is only one among
It has become traditional to follow the existing trend
They have mastered the art and do not want to mend
Why they should lack behind when every one does the same?
How it can be passed on to single individual for sharing the blame?
It is apparent that it may continue same without any change
It is also rightly said 'nature and human nature is difficult to manage'
Can we wait indefinitely for any possible change and wait the doom?
Can any parent dream or think of pushing their children to gloom?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The environmental movement, like all political processes, reacts best to disasters. But these are very slow, very gradual disasters in the making.
quote by Ted Danson
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What's so difficult...
What's so difficult,
About the word,
No.
What's so difficult,
About our,
Relationship.
What's so difficult,
About,
Us.
What's so difficult,
About the words,
Stay away.
What's so difficult,
About,
Don't talk to me.
What's so difficult...
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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Charity But how shall we expect charity towards others, when we are uncharitable to ourselves? Charity begins at home, is the voice of the world; yet is every man his greatest enemy, and, as it were, his own executioner.
quote by Thomas Browne
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Humanitarian Art
Humanitarian Art is a message of love and peace
from every artist of world working united for peace
let us place our creative talents to serve humanity
To share sufferings and sorrows to give hopes and energies
Humanitarian Art is a message of love and peace
we all Speak one language we are all bound with art
Let us express our feelings by one language of art
Humanitarian Art is a message of love and peace
from every artist of world working united for peace
poem by Muhammad Iqbal Behleem
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Please... Don't Repeat It
Something you 'recently' discovered about me,
Gives you a differing opinion that changes things?
And now it is you who pretend,
You don't know who I am.
And you've become upset because I react,
As if I could care less?
Your approach to making sense,
I have not encountered before.
I would even say it is unique.
'Yeah!
That's it.
You act as if you are better than everyone else.
That is why I've made attempts to ignore you.
In the hopes you will notice my doing it.'
I find your admission to be quite odd.
Since...
Wasn't it you who had assessed 'me',
As not being qualified to say 'hello'...
Years ago in exchange to my expression?
'Yeah...
But,
I didn't know you could have shown me disrespect.
Because I've discovered your deeds all over the internet.'
Huh?
You did what?
'Yeah...
But I didn't know you could have...'
Please...
Don't repeat it.
I do the best I can to avoid headaches.
I like to make a request you continue to ignore me.
It would make my life that much easier.
And...
Do me this favor.
'Okay.
I will.
What is it? '
Tell others how nasty I was in treating you,
When you greeted me.
That always seems to work for people like you.
'Your comments are rude! '
That's fabulous.
Go with it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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