Progress Poems

Finding with the Justice

I have found with the Peace of a justices eyes
The length of attention in conversation 
Allows the journal
Instruction

Before conversation is acquired 
The counter is not built
Civilized is standing 

Mass and throng interupt
Otherwise experienced as obstruct food
This is a minutes causeway

Thank you for your message. It has been sent. ( Congress )

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The Progress

They hate us, and we hate them
We can’t learn and they can’t teach
We disdain and they condemn
The most real deal we reach
Is the postponement of war
That would crush this world to dust
It’s the only way we know
And they know it quite like us
Both sides sometimes come to terms
Both pretend that its ok
But we always make

Intuitive Clones of Progress and Dying

Intuitive Clones of Progress and Dying

Obsidian stones for some contrite emotional relief 
Oblivion clones marching in combined technocratic belief
Meridian moans of melancholy surging with existential grief 
Davidean tones of allegory forming from a holy belief 

The lack of any certainty that defines someone living on the edge
The cracks in processing modernity that leave you lingering

There's no such thing as progress

there is ugliness in this world
where there is no need for it

why do we tolerate indifference
injustice, brutality and greed
when there's plenty to go around

it's a game of checkers for the have's
and mere survival for the have-not's



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Just how could no one, not understand this
Why is the world so full of uncaring greeds
Will we ever realise the earth more than this
It can always provide everyone's own needs
What we leave behind tomorrow is our choice
Sharing the earth bounty should be the choice

Was there ever a reason to steal this land
There's too much that

Blackland Prairie

BLACKLAND PRAIRIE

From Red River down to San Antone,  
The Blackland Prairie’s all but gone—  
Scoured clean by progress, tilled and torn,  
By “civilized” greed, excess born,  
A plundered land that mourns the dawn.

Where bison and pronghorn used to roam  
In numbers lost in time and stone  
Now parking lots

Progress flows like a river of light through time

Progress flows like a river of light through time,
transforming the old man into a shadow of smoke,
a titan of sinew fading into the mist of memory,
replaced by an avatar of contemporary gentleness.
This one, sculpted from new desires and norms,
carries the days like a dream of vegan colors,
where meat is just a myth told by extinguished

Fake Progress

wo! they say progress
well I see no more progress
would like to express

PROGRESS REPORT

I have finally used up all my COVID toilet paper
Am still finding MASKS in various places
The rubber glove supply is slowly waning
The alcohol wipes dried up six months ago
The foot prints in the supermarket have totally faded
I’ve even seen people in the checkout lines talking
So much for six degrees of separation
Hand shakes are making a

Vertical Progress

E-levators
L-et
A-ll
I-ndividuals
N-avigate
E-asily,

R-eaching
E-very
M-arked
E-ntrance,
G-uiding
I-nto
O-verviews

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Monocrostic (Birthday of Elaine Remegio)

Seeds of Progress

A-mbition
N-ormally
C-omes,
H-elping
E-very
A-spiring
L-earner
E-levate
N-ew

D-ream
I-n
A-ll
N-ew
I-deas,
N-urturing
G-rowth

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Monocrostic (Birthday of Anchealen C. Dianing)

Seeds of Progress

A-mbition
N-ormally
C-omes,
H-elping
E-very
A-spiring
L-earner
E-levate
N-ew

D-ream
I-n
A-ll
N-ew
I-deas,
N-urturing
G-rowth

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Monocrostic (Birthday of Anchealen C. Dianing)

The Progress Path

M-ay
A-ll
Y-our
C-ompleted
E-ndeavors
L-et

M-ore
A-ctivities
R-emarkably
M-ake
I-t
T-hrough
O-bstacles

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Monocrostic (Birthday of Maycel V. Marmito)

Small and Simple Wins the Race

Grace once took me by the throat 
And squeezed until I gave up Pride,
But Pride remained still unprovoked 
As will began to slowly die

So faith stepped up and begged for hope 
But hope preferred unstable waters,
Which brought despair on noose and rope
And silenced all I had that mattered

Yet faith prevailed, though by a smidge
As small

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