Best Progress Poems

Written for Jan Allison, who then decided I should share it for poop verse afficionados.
True story, by the way.....

There are some jobs where heeding worker's safety is required
and during operations must be suitably attired
environmental hazards mean that everyone conforms
and wearing full length protection has now...

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While bulldozers, drunk with gasoline
Have once again scared and maimed
Where once grew trees and meadows free
Is now an earth, encased by concrete seas

Engines roar,  to drown our ears in echoed glee
Where ghosts of children played their summer games
Forced to leave their childhood memories
In trenched...

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I am not finished yet, nor am I perfect.
I am a lifetime project.
I am a work in progress.

Each day, I grow a little.
Sometimes bigger … sometimes smaller … 
Always older … often wiser …

My days would seem to be all the same.
Rather sluggish … Frankly...

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Finally tears of joy swim from these tired eyes
No longer am I drowning in murky waters
Nor trapped in a crowded school of goldfish 
Today I dive into fresh invigorating waters
Hoping to make a huge splash 
To pay forward a path for others
Never will I forget...

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To Possess Progress and Success Poetry Soup

Do what you can,
Execute your plan,
For an eternal span,
Try wisely dear man.

Trying alone is great,
To enter fame's gate,
Blame not that fate,
Which Angels hate.

Success is possible,
If efforts you double,
May come trouble,
Feel not so feeble.

Sweats attract success,
Magic, they possess,
They bring progress,
If...

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Well it's the reason for tears on your face
Well it's the reason for no embrace
Well it's the reason for no sunlite skies

Well it's the reason for your frown
It's the reason you are so down
It's the reason you're no clown

The recliner is totally down
Caput, Colapse, 
And...

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Though born a sinner, I shall be…
A saint of God eternally.
By Faith in Christ, great Hope I see.
He is not finished yet with me.

Though trials test and pain abound,
His grace and mercies are my glee.
His arms of comfort doth surround.
He is not finished yet with...

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spectrums
       of art
        bring
wonder
and ecstasy
a
fleeting
inwardness...
a heightened
sense
of the infinite..
so distinct
a visual
        chord
yet
out
    of key,
an
    idiosyncratic
act
of freedom
and chance
evolving..
into
a complete daub 
upon
the...

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THE PARADOX OF PROGRESS


Communication has been around since the dawn of man,
It’s evolved from smoke signals and the beating of drums,
Hieroglyphics gave rise to alphabets and the written word,
Along came the inventions of the telephone, fax and intercom.

We had Morse code, the pony express and...

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Exhaust fumes and flower blooms
Acrid smells, gentler scents
& pungent decay
Hot molten gold flows out of a clear 
blue sky
Cars rumble down streets made into 
alleys through the trees that tower
over them like Eiffel
Or Freedom
With the rain age old mud mixes 
into the seams of recently...

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How can I be selfless without being used? 
How can I be demanding without being so rude? 
How can I open up without closing back down? 
How can I speak if you don't hear a sound? 
How can I trust without being betrayed? 
Yet how...

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Flying airships battling in the open sky,
 the sailors trying to save their own lives, 
and all the panoplies of war revealed in broad daylight
 unto the human psyche.

The cosmos composed wholly of oceans with no dry soil in sight
 contains many micro planetary islands...

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"Progress vs Congress"
by:  Eric L. Boddie

I was driving along
Only able to hear my own voice
And I got a seat belt ticket
What happened to my freedom of choice

This is the greatest nation
And just for the sake of my rights
More than blood has been shed
And that...

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Are socialists human beings?
Do they need food?
Are they capable of goodness?
Do they deserve to be tortured, starved, abandoned, beaten?
What makes a socialist cry?
It isn't sad movies -- or is it?

Why should I stop hating them?
I have the right to punish them, do I not?
Or do...

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On the energy waves of the eons,
Of lyric and line ever-forming,
One is injected, transported,
With all vibrations bursting
Through the human heart and mind,
The jolting edge of innovation
And every positive passion.

Even the cynic or child may sense,
When riding such a current,
The power native to humanity.
Synapses now malfunctioning
Cannot...

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