It is what you do from now on that will either move our civilization forward a few tiny steps, or else... begin to march us steadily backward.
quote by Patrick Stewart
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Chalk White
Pieces of you, spread all over, torn in two
Forward/Backward
Save yourself, from nothing, from no one
Forward/Backward
You better get yourself out of it
You better get yourself ouy of it
You think you're right but it ain't right
You think it's right but it ain't right.
Cease the slide, use the talent god gave you
Forward/backward
You better get yourself out of it
You better get yourself out of it
You think you're right, but it ain't right.
You think it's right, but it ain't right.
Forward/Backward
Forward/Backward
song performed by by 36 Crazyfists
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Sonnet: Kargil War-song
March Ye forward, O Indian sepoy!
’Tis wartime again on land, sea and sky;
Our foes occupy the Kargil hills O boy!
And mountains and vales, where war-planes can’t fly.
March Ye forward, O Indian soldier!
The north-west sky is filled with smoke and fire;
Kashmir’s vale’s at stake, so is the frontier;
The enemy has the vantage, not attire.
March Ye forward, O Indian jawan;
Ye flush out the intruders everyone;
Climb the mountains by night and strike by dawn;
Give thy precious life to silence their gun.
March Ye forward, March Ye forward, nev’r stop;
Hoist the Indian tricolor Kargil-top!
poem by John Celes
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Little Guns
Tiny people, with little guns
Little armies march, to little drums
What do they want?
What do they want?
Tiny soldiers, with little guns
Little tanks, no bigger than your thumb
They want you
Little people, with tiny brains
Little bullets flowing, in their veins
What do they want?
What do they want?
Tiny people with little guns
Little armies march, to little drums
They want you, you
You, you, you, you
Little airplanes, with tiny bombs
Little squadrons, dropping thimbles of napalm
They want you
What do they want?
What do they want?
Tiny people, with little guns
Little armies march, to little drums
You, you
You, you, you, you
Tiny people, little guns
Tiny people, little guns
Tiny people, little guns
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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For Those Who Seek Comfort
Now that the race has been won...
You can move forward with your agenda.
And those plans you are ready to implement.
'Oh...
That's right! '
You 'are' ready to implement those plans?
'Uh, yeah.
As soon as we can figure out what they are,
We are certain to come up with something.'
But you won a race,
On the basis you are prepared to move forward.
'Uh...
Yeah.
Gee!
Well...
We'll have to go backward first,
To see if moving forward is in the best interest...
For those who seek comfort,
In a past that no longer exists.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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March on. Do not tarry. To go forward is to move toward perfection. March on, and fear not the thorns, or the sharp stones on life's path.
quote by Khalil Gibran
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Participation Requires
Everyday we awaken,
To a freshness awaiting us...
That has been already made.
Each Sunrise and Sunset,
Comes created...
To be the best as it gets.
Only mindsets are falsely timed,
To move and become upset...
In regretted backward steps.
But nothing experienced,
Here on Earth...
Is created to deliver to anyone regret.
Only mindsets are falsely timed,
To move and become upset...
In regretted backward steps.
With wishes to replace the unknown yet to face.
Choosing to separate from nature,
And isolate an agenda to initiate one's fate.
Everyday we awaken,
To a freshness awaiting us...
That has been already made.
And participation requires,
An observance to digest this...
As we live and obey without delay.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There is progress whether ye are going forward or backward! The thing is to move!
quote by Edgar Cayce
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Little Robin
One step forward two steps backward!
I am the little robin in your room;
So mind what you are saying on your phone,
Because all the fingers are not equal.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Hear I Come-2
All five thousand stand up,
Turn around three times,
Clockwise.
Raise both hands to the sky,
Turn around four times,
Anticlockwise.
Stop!
Bend and touch your toes,
Two times
Stop!
Two thousand sit down,
Cross your legs.
Three thousand stand up:
Wave the banners, right to left,
Five times,
Stop!
Take two steps forward,
One step backward,
Stop!
Throw the confetti,
On the two thousand
And turn three times
Clockwise.
All stand up and shout:
Praise Him!
Praise Him!
Jah!
Take one step backward,
One step forward,
And dip.
Take one step backward,
One step forward
And dip.
Shout:
Praise Him!
Praise Him!
Jah!
Light the banners,
Turn around three times,
Clockwise.
Shout:
Jah! Jah!
poem by Buxton Shippy
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The Ancient India
India is ample known
For its three thousand year old
Civilization brought in by Aryans,
Who invaded as nomads.
It is little known for its prior
Civilization lived by Dravidians
In Mohanjo daro and Harappa,
About five thousand years ago.
It is little known at all
For its ten thousand year old
Civilization planted
By Mundas and Santals,
Now tribes on hillocks,
Branded the most backward.
18.07.2000, Plkmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Life is an escalator: You can move forward or backward; you can not remain still.
quote by Patricia Russell-McCloud
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Ode To The Old
As a premature spring rain is born to an early March wind, a heavy heart carries unfulfilled dreams within my soul.
Rain falls steadily never to cease or console, as if only to circumvent my actions for a short while, contorting and adding more difficulty as the March wind howls and blows.
The mind wanders and reaches for a tiny fragment of youth as wrought iron rusts and a March wind swirls paying tribute to the Ode to the old.
Nearby trees yield to and fro, struggling to stand tall as the unforgiving wrath carries on.
Once supple hands are now crippled by an unforgiving touch of an ode to the old.
Looking From Side To Side
Some take forward steps,
Just to impress.
With a looking from side to side.
Others take forward steps,
To accomplish and succeed...
What some believed they could not do.
And the ones who take forward steps,
To accomplish with the getting of something done...
Have set their sights on heights much higher.
While those who sought with a seeking to impress,
Have discovered they have set no other goals to address.
And exclaim to others they have become bored to death.
The lack of their motivation begins to shows.
Especially when their interests in just getting the attention...
Goes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mother Africa
Move, move, move!
Academic and academicians;
Where are you to move Mother Africa forward?
Think, think, think!
Illitrates and literates;
Where are you to double up the pace?
Look at the mother hen and think twice;
It shelters its chicken in times of danger! !
Where are you to move things forward?
Where are you to move Africa forward?
Where are the prophets?
Where are you to move things upfront?
Yes, the better ones have come and gone.
They came telling us the truth;
But, what do we see nowadays?
Now, where lise the future of Mother Africa? ! !
Look at the mother hen and think twice.
Mother Africa, move forward;
Move upfront to put the world in shape.
Academic and academicians,
Illitrates and literates,
Think big for Mother Africa! !
Move Africa into a better position on this globe.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Dancing The Tango
i give the initial steps forward and then
you compliment them with some steps backward
and with my left hand on your waist
putting even a slight pressure there
you notice the understandable push and you know
exactly where next to go
without me telling you
even in a whisper
we look up high in the ceiling with dignity
as i carry you
to the places that i want to go
my right hand holds yours
and sometimes i give the signals for the slowing of our steps
as though we are casually walking in the park
the audience look at us
amazed by the grace and
passion in our eyes...
very well like marriage, i said to myself
the fingers speak
the eyes understand
the body moves towards a common direction
the mouth simply listens
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ask not why?
Do or die
I do ask why?
Often and often try
And don’t feel shy
One step forward
Two steps backward
The train is in yard
Yet to March onward
No mileage
Down with age
Lack of courage
How to manage?
Not enough will power
Rain has pleased with shower
There is heavy down pour
Still I feel sour
Defeated tendency
Slowing down the frequency
Guilty mind to ask for clemency
Is it mere show off or fancy?
Nothing to achieve
Not to relieve
Agony and pain
All efforts in vain
Stay calm
No harm
Try to search
No to preach
Gospel to bind
New areas to find
Nice to all and be kind
See to self and not to go blind
Try to elevate
Don’t equate
It is not fate
You are not late
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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So Goes...
One step forward
One step backward
In a straight line
Or a crooked line
In circles and squares
In jerks
In faltering steps
So goes
And so we reach...
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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If we can't begin to agree on fundamentals, such as the elimination of the most abusive forms of child labor, then we really are not ready to march forward into the future.
quote by Alexis Herman
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One Way Street
All traffic moving forward
One singular direction
Non surveying the scenery
Non looking back
Wheels turn slowly
In the same way as the others
Feet stepping in unison
March ahead steadily
No back tracking here
No second thought given
Just the rule of the street
One way, one way only
A single file of traffic
Going nowhere fast
In the same direction
The next one follows the last
poem by Matthew Holloway
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I’ll Catch You If You Fall
For years you thought fame,
was the name of the game.
That the spotlight would shine on you,
if you followed your dream through.
However, if that dream should ever stall,
I’ll be here, I’ll catch you if you fall.
You took those first tender steps,
on the treadmill to your satisfaction,
walking the narrow line,
between celebration and rejection.
You posed with the beauty queens,
as you climbed towards the top.
At several stages, you stalled,
teetered on the edge.
You recovered to move forward,
taking leaps along the way.
Then overnight you failed to perform,
I shouted from the wings, I‘d catch you if you fall.
You merely nodded, moved forward in a rush.
The coming months saw your star begin to fade;
you began to struggle more each day.
Finally, you gave your final curtain call,
remembering the words I had always said,
that I would be there and, I’ll catch you if you fall.
poem by David Harris
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