Just One Life!

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TIME RHYMES

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Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded timeﾅ

Wm Shakespeare

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To see a world in a grain of sand
And Heaven in a Wild Flower;
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
and Eternity in an hour.

Wm Blake

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Yesterday is HISTORY
Tomorrow is a MYSTERY
Today is a GIFT
That's why it's called the 'PRESENT'

Unknown


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Measuring Human Development

THE much-awaited Human Development Report (HDR) published annually since 1990 by the United Nations Development Programme (UNDP) was the brainchild of the late Pakistani economist Mahbub-ul-Haq. Amartya Sen, however, has right from its birth provided intellectual insights and refinement by thinking of human development as an expansion of human capabilities and human freedoms and by contributing to develop a Human Development Index (HDI) that measures human well-being along three dimensions of life expectancy, educational attainment and command over resources required for a decent living.

Traditionally, progress or development of a country was mainly measured in terms of economic growth or an increase in income per capita. While this approach has the advantage of being straightforward and easy to use, it overlooks crucial facts relevant to evaluate people's quality of life. A country, for instance, can very well have a high income per capita but nevertheless have a sizable section of population subject to premature mortality, malnutrition, illiteracy, social exclusion and so on. If that were to be the case, one needs to rethink what the point of economic growth is: can growth devoid of job opportunities, people's participation and empowerment, and equity be called development?

As an alternative to the orthodox approach, the Sen-inspired human development approach focusses on the expansion of people's capabilities and freedoms. It is not that in the human development framework, rising incomes and outputs are underestimated but rather they are seen as the "means" and not the "ends" of development.

So far, poverty has been one of the foremost concerns of HDRs. Just as development cannot be identified exclusively with income expansion, so too, poverty cannot be reduced solely to low income. In the human development perspective, as pointed out in HDR 1997, poverty means "the denial of choices and opportunities for a tolerable life". While in less developed countries this is often manifested in the forms of ill health, illiteracy, malnutrition and so on, in developed nations it assumes such forms as social ostracism, insecurity and unemployment. The magnitude of poverty in today's world is indeed alarming. HDR 2000 points out that about 1.2 billion people continue to live below the poverty line on less than $1 a day; more than 2.4 billion people are without basic sanitation; about 100 million are homeless; about 1 billion adults are illiterate; nearly 100 million children live or work on the street. From 1995, by introducing the Gender-related Development Index (GDI) and the Gender Empowerment Measure (GEM), the HDRs have also been underlining the fact that poverty is very much gender-biased and hits girls and women much harder than boys and men. ...

The most attractive as well as controversial aspect of the human development approach is the measuring tool, the HDI. It is attractive because the three basic human capabilities (longevity, education and standard of living) which were mostly earlier either overlooked or considered unnecessary to measure, receive a prominent attention in the human development paradigm. The computation of the HDI and ranking of countries on that basis has indeed become a popular and practical way of appraising governments of their performances as well as reminding them of their public policy priorities and obligations for the future.

The HDI, of course, is not without limitations and controversies. Besides the obvious difficulties of collection, comparability and reliability of empirical data for the construction of a coherent index, there is also the problem of aggregating the components of human life. Besides, the HDI tries to capture only a few of people's choices and leaves out other important ones that people value, the critics point out. Authoritative regimes and populist governments who are reluctant to introspect on the effectiveness of their policies have at various times objected to the results and policy implications of the HDI. When HDR 1992, for the first time, tried to construct a Political Freedom Index (PFI) based on the components of freedom of expression, political participation and so on, it generated so much political controversy in some circles and countries that it had to be dropped in the following year.


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Saint Marguerite’s Retreat House for A Poetry Weekend Intensive

The purpose of this retreat is to give writers the space and time to focus totally on their own work in a serene and beautiful setting away from the pressures and distractions of daily life. Writing weekend poets will find:
* Support and encouragement
* Stimulating activities leading to the creation of new work
* Workshop leaders who are actively engaged in the writing life
* Opportunities to read their work aloud to the group
* A circle of writer friends
* Networking opportunities.
* This writing intensive is open to all writers over the age of 18.

POETRY INTENSIVE SCHEDULE

Saint Marguerite’s Retreat House is situated on 93 acres of wooded land with pathways that lend themselves to the serene contemplation of nature and nurturing of your creative spirit. Located at the convent of Saint John the Baptist, 82 West Main Street, Mendham, NJ.

Participants arrive before 6 PM on Friday evening ( Dinner will be served at 6:30) to give themselves a chance to settle into their rooms and begin to retreat from the distractions of the world. After dinner, participants will break into two groups and the poetry faculty will lead them in creating new work. After the workshop, each participant will have the opportunity to read their work.

After Saturday breakfast, participants will again break into two groups for morning workshops. Some free time will be scheduled for socializing in the morning. In the afternoon, writing workshops will take place, followed by free time or each participant will have a chance to sign up in advance with Maria or Laura for one-on-one help with revision. After dinner on Saturday evening, participants will be invited to read their poems to the groups, and the faculty will lead another workshop session on how to get published.

On Sunday after breakfast additional writing workshops will take place. A final reading by participants will serve as the “closing ceremony” to this inspiring and, we hope, productive weekend. Lunch will provide a final opportunity for socializing.

We envision this weekend as a retreat from the noise and bustle of daily life. We see this retreat as a spiritual and creative break from our usual lives; it will allow us to take some time to look at life in a new light, to listen for our own voices, and to create in stillness, in quiet, and in community. These are times of contemplation and welcoming the muse. We want this experience to be unique and totally different from any other experience in the participants’ lives.The workshops will concentrate on writing our way home and the way writing can save us, save our stories and our lives. We will work with drafting poems within the workshop. Participants should bring papers, pens, and the willingness to take risks. Please also bring previously-written work for one on one sessions and for readings.

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Just One Wife!

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An Indian tsunami survivor eats biscuits at a relief centre in Cuddalore.

One Man’s Hazard Is Another Man’s Disaster

One of the most powerful hurricanes on record slams into the southeastern United States, packing ferocious winds and killing 25 people. A few days later, a far weaker tropical storm hits Haiti. Some 2,500 are killed and thousands more displaced.

When natural disasters strike, some people are more vulnerable than others.

What determines different communities’ susceptibility to the impact of hazards? Why did Americans get off relatively lightly when Hurricane Ivan hit in September 2004, while Tropical Storm Jeanne proved catastrophic for people in Haiti?

A cocktail of factors made Haitians more vulnerable, including a lack of early warning systems and extensive deforestation that causes floods and landslides.

At the root of it all is poverty. People in rich countries like the United States – including poor Americans -- have better access to the kinds of resources that help to prevent disasters becoming crises in the first place, and to cope with them when they do.

Hazards happen. But it’s mainly in poor countries that they turn into humanitarian disasters by claiming lives and robbing survivors of their livelihoods. It’s no coincidence that 98 percent of people killed or affected by natural disasters live in developing countries.

But it isn’t just about economics. Your age and gender may make you more at risk in a disaster than your neighbours, as may the environment in which you live.

Below we explore the link between poverty and vulnerability, and explain which groups are at special risk in natural disasters.

# Why does being Poor make You vulnerable?
# Women
# Children
# The Elderly
# The Disabled
# People in conflict zones and other emergencies.

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- Reuters, 14 Jan 2005

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A Psalm of Life

What the Heart of the Young Man Said to the Psalmist

A Psalm of Life

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream! --
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act, -- act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.


- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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From William Shakespeare - As You Like It - Act 2, Scene 7

The Seven Ages of Man ...

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players,
They have their exits and entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,

His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then, the whiling schoolboy with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover ,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden, and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth And then, the justice
In fair round belly, with good capon LAN's,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws, and modern instances,
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper's pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side,
His youthful hose well saved, a world too wide,
Fir his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again towards childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is [b]second childishness[b] and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything,


- William Shakespeare

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New Formalist Poetry
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Life Poems - Hope in a Rainbow

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A Pure and Simple FAITH - Ruth Y. Nott

REVIEW:

Those reading "A Pure and Simple Faith" will learn that...

Poetry is a way of life and life an ever changing, never ending poem. A poet cannot help but take his pen in hand and record life’s joys and sorrows, while life continues on, blissfully unaware of the need for metrical pattern or imagery, yet creating it on a day to day basis whether in limerick, elegy or sonnet. It is all there for the taking.

Poetry is a dance with God, close and intimate, or jitterbugging across Eden’s fertile valley.

Poetry is the wonder and awe of one minute bit of dust in an infinite universe trying to understand it all.

Poetry is, like beauty, in the eye of the beholder.

"A Pure and Simple Faith" reflects the author’s continuing love of God in a world filled with temptation, disappointment, and heartache.

The Melodies of Your Soul

Somewhere beyond the pain and agony
which childbirth can impart,
the mewling cry of a newborn babe
tugs at the strings of your heart.

Quietly now it nestles
curled in the crook of your arm
breathing a gentle rhythm
this angel in human form,

absorbing your warmth and your love,
filling an empty hole,
singing a song written ages ago
in the melodies of your soul.


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"A Pure and Simple Faith"
Poetry from the Heart of
Ruth Y. Nott

The Colors of Life

The colors of life flit endlessly by
as whispering angels breathe a low endless sigh.
Caught in the whirlwind of our daily lives,
we float and we flutter, live briefly, then die.
If we're lucky, we love and are loved in return.
We stumble and bumble, but that's how we learn.
We struggle and whimper and strain to be free
as our hearts guide us onward in our search for Thee.

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I'm Happy ...


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Russian : One Aspect Of My Life ... - Valerie Kikoty


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Rainbow Love Poems


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Poetry is a phantom script
telling how rainbows are made
and why they go away.
--Carl Sandburg

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Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life,
The evening beam that smiles the clouds away,
And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray!
--Byron, The Bride of Abydos, Canto i, st.2

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My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So it was when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old.
Or let me die!
-- Wordsworth

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To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,
To throw a perfume on the violet,
To smooth the ice, or add another hue
Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light
To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish,
Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.
--William Shakespeare, King John

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If I could catch a rainbow
I would do it just for you
and share with you its beauty
On the days you're feeling blue.
--Anonymous


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Rajesh Gopal
Director, Project Tiger

Quiet, unassuming and backed by almost 15 years of field experience in Kanha and Bandhavgarh, Rajesh Gopal is the man currently in charge of Project Tiger. In the 30th year of its existence, he speaks to Bittu Sahgal about his hopes and fears for the future of Panthera tigris.



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One Life of so much Consequence!



One Life of so much Consequence!
Yet I -- for it -- would pay --
My Soul's entire income --
In ceaseless -- salary --

One Pearl -- to me -- so signal --
That I would instant dive --
Although -- I knew -- to take it --
Would cost me -- just a life!

The Sea is full -- I know it!
That -- does not blur my Gem!
It burns -- distinct from all the row --
Intact -- in Diadem!

The life is thick -- I know it!
Yet -- not so dense a crowd --
But Monarchs -- are perceptible --
Far down the dustiest Road!



- Emily _



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On This Wondrous Sea


On this wondrous sea
Sailing silently,
Ho! Pilot, ho!
Knowest thou the shore
Where no breakers roar --
Where the storm is o'er?

In the peaceful west
Many the sails at rest --
The anchors fast --
Thither I pilot thee --
Land Ho! Eternity!
Ashore at last! [/color]



- Emily _


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The Buried Gold


I never told the buried gold
Upon the hill -- that lies --
I saw the sun -- his plunder done
Crouch low to guard his prize.

He stood as near
As stood you here --
A pace had been between --
Did but a snake bisect the brake
My life had forfeit been.

That was a wondrous booty --
I hope 'twas honest gained.
Those were the fairest ingots
That ever kissed the spade!

Whether to keep the secret --

Whether to reveal --
Whether as I ponder
Kidd will sudden sail --

Could a shrewd advise me
We might e'en divide --
Should a shrewd betray me --
Atropos decide!


- Emily _


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A New Life Tinkles!


Just past dawn, the sun stands
with its heavy red head
in a black stanchion of trees,
waiting for someone to come
with his bucket
for the foamy white light,
and then a long day in the pasture.
I too spend my days grazing,
feasting on every green moment
till darkness calls,
and with the others
I walk away into the night,
swinging the little tin bell
of my name.


- Ted Kooser


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A New Life Tinkles!


Just past dawn, the sun stands
with its heavy red head
in a black stanchion of trees,
waiting for someone to come
with his bucket
for the foamy white light,
and then a long day in the pasture.
I too spend my days grazing,
feasting on every green moment
till darkness calls,
and with the others
I walk away into the night,
swinging the little tin bell
of my name.


- Ted Kooser


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Hamilton Greene


I was the only child of Frances Harris of Virginia
And Thomas Greene of Kentucky,
Of valiant and honorable blood both.
To them I owe all that I became,
Judge, member of Congress, leader in the State.
From my mother I inherited
Vivacity, fancy, language;
From my father will, judgment, logic.
All honor to them
For what service I was to the people!


- Edgar Lee Masters


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Weave in, Weave in, My Hardy Life


WEAVE in! weave in, my hardy life!
Weave yet a soldier strong and full, for great campaigns to come;
Weave in red blood! weave sinews in, like ropes! the senses, sight weave in!
Weave lasting sure! weave day and night the weft, the warp, incessant weave! tire not!
(We know not what the use, O life! nor know the aim, the end—nor really aught we
know;
But know the work, the need goes on, and shall go on—the death-envelop’d march
of
peace as well as war goes on;)
For great campaigns of peace the same, the wiry threads to weave;
We know not why or what, yet weave, forever weave.


- Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass - 10. Marches Now the War is Over, 1900


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[talking]

168395 people r born every day



259200 people die every day



So live with smile bcoz ur among thousand's of people

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168395 people r born every day

259200 people die every day

So live***** with smile bcoz ur***** among thousand's of people

Thank You, "talking" ... For Your Message!...Yes LIFE Is Precious And You Are SPECIAL ... So SMILE Away To Glory!

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I Dream'd in a Dream : City Of Friends *****!


I Dream'd in a Dream


I DREAM'D in a dream I saw a city invincible to the attacks of the
whole of the rest of the earth,
I dream'd that was the new city of Friends,
Nothing was greater there than the quality of robust love, it led
the rest,
It was seen every hour in the actions of the men of that city,
And in all their looks and words.


- Walt Whitman


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***** City Of Friends ... City Of HYDERABAD!