Progress
In Progress you have little faith, say you:
Men will maintain dear interests, wreak base hates,
By force, and gentle women choose their mates
Most amorously from the gilded fighting crew:
The human heart Bellona's mad halloo
Will ever fire to dicing with the Fates.
'Now at this time,' says History, 'those two States
Stood ready their past wrestling to renew.
They sharpened arms and showed them, like the brutes
Whose haunches quiver. But a yellow blight
Fell on their waxing harvests. They deferred
The bloody settlement of their disputes
Till God should bless them better.' They did right.
And naming Progress, both shall have the word.
poem by George Meredith
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It is not possible to enter into the nature of the Good by standing aloof from it — by merely speculating upon it. Act the Good, and you will believe in it. Throw yourself into the stream of the world's good tendency and you will feel the force of the current and the direction in which it is setting. The conviction that the world is moving toward great ends of progress will come surely to him who is himself engaged in the work of progress. By ceaseless efforts to live the good life we maintain our moral sanity. Not from without, but from within, flow the divine waters that renew the soul.
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The Song at Cock-Crow
1918 -- Ille autem iterum negavit.
The first time that Peter denied his Lord
He shrank from the cudgel, the scourge and the cord,
But followed far off to see what they would do,
Till the cock crew--till the cock crew--
After Gethsemane, till the cock crew!
The first time that Peter denied his Lord
'Twas only a maid in the palace who heard,
As he sat by the fire and warmed himself through.
Then the cock crew! Then the cock crew!
("Though also art one of them.") Then the cock crew!
The first time that Peter denied his Lord
He had neither the Throne, nor the Keys nor the Sword--
A poor silly fisherman, what could he do,
When the cock crew--when the cock crew--
But weep for his wickedness when the cock crew?
. . . . . .
The next time that Peter denied his Lord
He was Fisher of Men, as foretold by the Word,
With the Crown on his brow and the Cross on his shoe,
When the cock crew--when the cock crew--
In Flanders and Picardy when the cock crew!
The next time that Peter denied his Lord
'Twas Mary the Mother in Heaven Who heard,
She grieved for the maidens and wives that they slew
When the cock crew--when the cock crew--
At Tirmonde and Aerschott when the cock crew!
The next time that Peter denied his Lord
The Babe in the Manger awakened and stirred,
And He stretched out His arms for the playmates
He knew--
When the cock crew--when the cock crew--
But the waters had covered them when the cock crew!
The next time that Peter denied his Lord
'Twas Earth in her agony waited his word,
But he sat by the fire and naught would he do,
Though the cock crew--though the cock crew--
Over all Christendom, though the cock crew!
The last time that Peter denied his Lord,
The Father took from him the Keys and the Sword,
And the Mother and Babe brake his Kingdom in two,
When the cock crew--when the cock crew--
(Because of his wickedness) when the cock crew!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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State Of The Union (In Closing)
we, the working people
of America, demand our dignity!
we demand equality, and fairness!
we are all immigrants here!
yet no human being is illegal.
we demand the right to work,
and to educate our children.
we demand shelter, and healthcare!
we are a hard working, hard fighting
people... we demand a
hard working, hard fighting President!
we know that you are limited
by the hand of the controlling elite,
at the mercy of the corporate machine.
dont be just a figurehead.
your choice!
freedom is a work in progress.
the real revolution is in
the human heart, in the mind.
we are ready for change,
and willing to act.
be ready, and willing!
there are no small people,
we are all people.
we will not be owned!
we cannot go back to the
bigoted, ignorant ways of the past.
you are our best option,
be the man!
most of all, we demand the action
that follows words well spoken.
be the action!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Human History
God and his angelic creation
that handsome heavy dude Satan.
Who had a stone age power trip; an
obeisance obstinate academic argument.
In that
shiekh neat
new earthly garden
hang out
paradise Eden.
Thus the entire embittered
progress.Whole gone
global course analysed
archaic human history.
Is merely
a mitigated fragmented
religious historical huff puff record.
Recording biased
progress pertaining to human heart
battled disagreement.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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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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History Will Teach Us Nothing
If we seek solace in the prisons of the distant past
Security in human systems were told will always always last
Emotions are the sail and blind faith is the mast
Without a breath of real freedom were getting nowhere fast
If God is dead and an actor plays his part
His words of fear will find their way to a place in your heart
Without the voice of reason every faith is its own curse
Without freedom from the past things can only get worse
Sooner or later just like the world first day
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away
Sooner or later just like the world first day
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away
History will teach us nothing
History will teach us nothing
Our written history is a catalogue of crime
The sordid and the powerful, the architects of time
The mother of invention, the oppression of the mild
The constant fear of scarcity, aggression as its child
Sooner or later
Sooner or later
Sooner or later
Sooner or later
Convince an enemy, convince him that hes wrong
Is to win a bloodless battle where victory is long
A simple act of faith
In reason over might
To blow up his children will only prove him right
History will teach us nothing
Sooner or later the world first day
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away
Sooner or later the world first day
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away
History will teach us nothing
History will teach us nothing
Know you human rights
Be what you come here for
Know your human rights
Be what you come here for
Know your human rights
Be what you come here for
Know your human rights
Be what you come here for
song performed by by Sting
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Maybe the preoccupation with technological progress has overshadowed our concern with human progress.
quote by Wynton Marsalis
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The human mind always makes progress, but it is a progress in spirals.
quote by Madame de Stael
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I Never Thought Of It That Way
I disagree!
I think I happen to be among the few,
Who believes they have succeeded tremendously.
Look around.
Observe.
What do you see?
'I see a waste of human energy! '
Go on...
And?
'I see a breakdown of dignity and self respect.'
And?
'I see a mess!
That's not progress.'
Who's talking about 'progress'?
I'm talking about what they've succeeded to do!
And it had to have been what they wanted...
Or this condition would not exist.
Hey...?
Maybe from their point of view,
We are witnessing THEIR 'progress'.
I never thought of it that way!
Maybe that's why they reject our version of unity!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our progress as a nation can be no swifter than our progress in education. The human mind is our fundamental resource.
quote by John F. Kennedy
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Gnarled Lust
Gnarled Lust
is a blackened tree
feasting on a murdered landscape;
having been watered by poisoned fertilizers
sprouted gray leaves
displaying a history of
driving Love's Bent;
but, more importantly, also a history of voracious greed, death, blood and atrocities,
its spread now reaches the dead vampire desire for immortality
by sucking red blood from prone victims
who crave
love, sex and death in swain's sucklings
fired of the desire to cheat death and live forever,
even at the cost of dead hand affections
and dark broodings
outside the light-
an ultimate narcissistic
confection
consumed
of poisoned drops;
of failed promises
illusioned drinkings
and bloody hands.
All there in history:
power mongers
mind killers
word demons
culture jailers
dead limp drug healers
all seeking to bury Faith alive
strangle Hope in its baby crib
all watered
under Lust's tree
and producing
millions of dead gray leaves
all embraced
reeking of the still warm blood
sucked from others.
All these in human history
seen marching
lashing the backs of slaves
of women, hapless men
of children;
an obsessed march
toward Lust's Dark Horizons
contorting history
while True Virtue
miraculously at History's Turning Point
ultimately showed its face
and started it's own march toward justice, mercy
and democracy
progress slow to be sure
but relentless
with these transfusions
now turning gray to green in some places,
and that battle
while not yet won
has been joined.
The lesson here my friend
then
is that there is a difference
between Good
and Evil.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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At Tahrir The History Always Say His Word
No one read the history well
The ancient history or the modern well
Both has the same warning bell
Once someone sit on the authority chair
He never thinks it can take him to the prison or hell
The warning bell rang so loudly at Tahrir square till
Till the history said his word without any more word to be tell
The same always done but the chair makes everyone deaf
The same is going on to day
The same, all are going in the same way
Marshall took off his official suit right away
To be ready to sit on the chair
Exactly as the last one done after 6 October
The chair always has his magic way
To make every one deaf, blind and can't see the right way
But the Egyptian knew their way
Tahrir is waiting from them tomorrow and every day.
My dear friends i must mention something:
My friend Saadat Tahir invited me to read has last poetry 'Marshal’s Epaulettes At Tahrir Fell '.Once i finished read his expressive words my comment was with one shot those words i wrote up here.
By the way it's the first time i write about Tahrir revolution.Also my friend Tahir is from Pakistan, but the world becamea very small village all our agony is the same any where.
All my thankful and grateful to my friend Tahir.
Marshal’s Epaulettes At Tahrir Fell
Marshal’s epaulettes now traded for suits.
And Itallian shoes for mil-issue boots.
Eyeing with disdain our forgotten roots.
On Cairo’s streets a chance to walk.
With sad Egyptians a smiley talk.
Sad in the heart but steady as a rock.
Never bargained just faces to change.
Far more varied our demands range.
We wish to reverse the faith exchange.
Care not for sons, at Tahrir that fell,
for the hungry millions of Nile’s dell.
And refuse to learn what histories tell.
poem by hosny Soliman
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If Only This World Will Listen
From the sick man of Europe came Balkanization,
To err is human but to bring peace is better than war!
Wake up my people and listen to me,
Like the dream of Joseph to his parents and siblings;
If only the world will listen,
Peace is better than war!
They are fighting every now and then,
But who is ready for peace?
They are killing ane another,
But who is ready for peace?
Look at what you see around you and tell me if it is fair;
With so much hatred than peace when,
One tries to earn a living.
Learn today and earn tomorrow,
Like women being exposed in the form of beauty shows.
How do we pick up the pieces after war?
Like a marriage based on a seed surrounded with bombs! !
The status of death,
We all have much to say;
The status of war,
We all have much to worry about;
But the vision is still in progress like a palm-wine taper.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A person who has sympathy for mankind in the lump, faith in its future progress, and desire to serve the great cause of this progress, should be called not a humanist, but a humanitarian, and his creed may be designated as humanitarianism.
quote by Irving Babbitt
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God Bless Naomi
God please bless Naomi when she is at home
God please bless Naomi while she sleeps in her bed
God please bless Naomi while she reads the love letter that her mon wrote To her a long time ago
God please bless Naomi when her heart beats
God please bless Naomi even when her heart is blooming
God please bless Naomi even when she misses her mother dearly
God please bless Naomi even when she listens to music
God pleasse bless Naomi even when she hears you whispering to her God
God please bless Naomi even when she is kissed by you God
God please bless Naomi even when she is serving you with all her heart
God please bless Naomi even when her emotions are runing high
God please bless Naomi even when she is having her depression
God please bless Naomi even when she is going through hard times
God please bless Naomi even when she is feeling strong and poweful
God please bless Naomi even when her heart is pure
God please bless bless naomi even when she is travelling on her private jet and at the same time she is going to heaven on a private jet to met her Mother just for a day
God please bless Naomi even when she has the strong will to live
God please bless Naomi even when she doesn't give up her hopes
God please bless Naomi even when she swims in the sea that you made
God please bless Naomi even when her heart is broken into pieces
God please bless Naomi even when you are washing her heart by making it Whiter than snow
God please bless Naomi even when she is crying out the blues
God please bless Naomi even when she is having plenty of love to give t o Her dear loved ones and friends
God please bless Naomi even when she needs to know that you are her Father
God please bless Naomi by telling her that she is your child
And that she is loved by you
God please bless Naomi by telling her that she is the light of the world
God please bless Naomi by telling her that you will never let her down
God please bless Naomi by giving everything that Naomi wants
God please bless Naomy and at the same time help her to put herself Together
God please bless Naomi and at the same time please understand that she Could never live without you
God please bless Naomi and walk with Naomi at the beach and let you Both leave your footprints in the sand
God please Bless Naomi and let her fly her kite in the sky
God please bless Naomi now that she was told by someone that she had to Choose what she wins and loses
God please bless Naomi and tell her that she has to have faith on you
God please bless Naomy and tell her not to watch her life passing by Her
God please bless Naomi and tell her not to put her life on hold
God please bless Naomi and tell her to light the candles and let it shine in The dark in memory of her mother
God please bless Naomi while she touches the heaven
And at the same time touches the angel in the sky
God please bless Naomi because she knows that the world could Leave her any day
God please bless Naomi while she is listening to the thunder and rain That Is falling from your sky
God please bless Naomi while she says a prayer every night
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Talking
Though we talk on the phone
So very often
Only phrases of words
We exchange…
For you are so busy
All the time
Being at office
Or at home.
And I keep wondering
About the right time
To call you up
And have a nice talk
To savour the flavour
Of a relaxing conversation
As that of an evening walk.
Yet I Fear -
Of all what has happened
In the past
That you and me
Talking together
For those lingering moments
Have always ended up
Arguing till the very last.
It might happen again
As it is the
Age-old Tussle
Between the mind
And the heart.
You being the ‘mind’ person
And me of a lover’s heart.
And Yet
There is something
In You
That always pulls me through
All the tussles we have,
All the fights we go through
At the end of it all -
I keep coming back to you.
I know you’ll again hurt me
And I may hurt you too
In this ongoing war of words
Where the mind and the heart
Oppose each other -
So vehemently, so very rudely,
So impassionately, so impolitely
As if they have been
Enemies Forever…
And I wonder and I wait
If there would be a Day
When God would usher in
A miraculous way -
For the mind and the heart
To work in unison
To agree in person
To each other’s say.
And I hope and I pray
That day would come
When the mind tells the heart
Yes – you may feel…
And I’m the one who thinks
And thinks too much
Like the way you feel
And feels too much…
Yet – let us moderate
With some thinking
Of mine
And some feeling
Of yours
And may be, one day
We’ll be Friends
Forever…
For it is hard to stay on
Like this forever
Where you and me
Whenever we talk
We feel like Foes
And anger shows
You lose your temper
And I hold it back
You are unrestrained
I am so controlled.
So let’s harness each other
With some of your freedom
And some of my control
And let’s work it out.
For we may not be
The best of mates
Yet let us try…
To make the most
Of our Fates.
And see if we can
Click and Tick
To the extent
Where we may not
Become soul mates.
Yet a little of love
A little of care…
Some understanding
Would make us fare
Together as Friends.
And we are able to
Sprinkle ourselves
With warmth and affection
Rather than
Firing and fuelling our
Mutual Hates.
So I wait for the Day
When the mind in you
Would be a bit more
Lenient -
To the heart in me.
And I as your lover
Would try to be
A bit reticent
To the Beloved in you.
And no matter,
How long, how often
We talk…
I won’t feel afraid
Of all the talking
As I’ll know for sure
That no matter -
What and how we talk
We’ll get over our hates
And remain as mates
Like friends forever…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Prayer Prompt Psalm 45: God Bless Us All
GOD bless leaders of nations
God bless all workers
God bless golden sunshine
God bless seasons of time
God bless fathers and mothers
God bless sons and daughters
God bless whole earth and sky
God bless our lives, and till we die.
Thank you, dear God.
poem by Rose Flores Rosevoc2
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If virtue promises happiness, prosperity and peace, then progress in virtue is progress in each of these for to whatever point the perfection of anything brings us, progress is always an approach toward it.
Was all this bloodshed and deceit - from Columbus to Cortes, Pizarro the Puritans - a necessity for the human race to progress from savagery to civilization? Was Morison right in burying the story of genocide inside a more important story of human progress? Perhaps a persuasive argument can be made - as it was made by Stalin when he killed pesants for industrial progress in the Soviet Union, as it was made by Churchill explaining the bombings of Dresden and Hamburg, and Truman explaining Hiroshima. But how can the judgement be made if the benefits and losses cannot be balanced because the losses are either unmentioned or mentioned quickly?
quote by Howard Zinn
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Progress always involves risk you can't steal second base and keep your foot on first base.
quote by Frederick Wilcox
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