They abound in large quantities,
A plethora of them abound,
Different writers,
A hierarchy of them,
Different genres,
A variety of spices,
Different strokes for different folks,
They’re like stars adorning the night sky,
The books I have not read,
A vast of them exists,
The many worlds inside them,
Waiting to be explored,
Waiting to be visited,
The trees that bore them died a good death.
5/16/17
Another foe
Pulling low blows
Trying to put me six feet below
But no
That wasn't the way I will let it go
So
They got took out by the undertow
In a strong water flow
Then the reaper in a dark robe
Took another body and soul across the globe
They kept wanting to gloat
About being the goat
And were left to sink or float
Within a moat
Didn't always have to use a boat
Those that kept trying to boast
Got a rope
Around the throat
Then choked
And croaked
Different strokes, for different folks
Still life is not a joke
Especially when you're broke
From coast to coast
Any that attempted to provoke
Or attack through dagger and cloak
Were toast
And buried among oaks
On hills with or without slopes
Whether popular or remote
Any who poached
Were given no hope
And looked at like an oaf
Quickly gone with the wind like smoke
By: Dalton Ogletree
Different strokes for different folks
I've done a lot of different things in life
from working on a farm lifting bale of hay
to working in a factory making chocolate
I remember I spent a weekend
weeding every third carrot
planted in roes and roes of carrots
I was no good at that job
My mind wandered
thinking how bored
life is more fun
when you're challenged
I've read other people story's
where they hate farming
and yet I love working with cow's
on a dairy farm
You should never feel trapped in life
you are alway's capable of change
remember that we are all individuals
what one man like's another doesn't
life is to short
to spend it doing what you hate
grab it by the horn's
and find a job you love
I spent year's working
in a factory
feeling trapped
now I work in aged care
Perhaps the pay's not as good
as some job's but I'm happy
become the person you want to be
that is all that matter's.
I am white
you are red
you are yellow
you are black
you are brown
“suffer the little children
to come unto me”
Jesus loves the little children…
Nathan’s contest
They say that there are different strokes for different folks.
Holding everything in can make some of us choke!
The choices we've made are the consequences that we face now.
Some of us are so lost because we don't know when, and we don't know how!!
I'm not perfect, nor do I claim to be.
I write down what I feel and what is given to me!
Some of us tend to be at each others throat,
I'm not saying that it's easy or simple to let things go!!
Listen, learn, and open your minds.
The LORD has ALWAYS told us, "SEEK AND YE SHALL FIND".
So look in the mirror. What do you see?
When I look at you I see love, respect, and dignity!!!
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