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Life’s never easy when you are riding the range
You grow use to hard times waiting for things to change
Sit around a campfire singing an old western song
Cowboys don’t cry, they just keep moving along
Long hours and hard work are just part of their routine
Callused hands and dust are part of the American scene
He’ll take a stand against things that he knows are wrong
Cowboys don’t cry, they just keep singing their song
Cowboys won’t tell you when they are feeling bad
They never complain when things make them sad
You’ll never see teardrops, holding onto their pride
Cowboys don’t cry, they keep their feelings inside
When their journey is over and their life is at end
St. Peter will greet them and say welcome home my friend
They’ll smile weakly knowing they’ll no longer roam
Cowboys don’t cry, they know that they’re going home.
" Education paves way for future financial security. By education I mean knowledge of subject matter not just marks" -
Rama Balasubramanian
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When I was in teens
Father lost his job
Tough times for family
We had an ailing, bedridden grandmother
While father searched for job
Mother told me
You concentrate on your studies
You are my only hope for future
I want you to earn well
Finished schooling with good marks
Topped school, wanted to become doctor
We didn't have money
Took commerce stream
Did CA along with graduation
Would get up early and leave home
First college then CA firm
Come back home late at night
All free time dedicated to education
Was university topper
Rank holder in CA
Job offers came on their own.
When I gave my first salary to my mother she shed tears of joy.
Finally our family problems came to an end.
My hard work bore fruit
Now I am holding a top position in big company
I have house of my own and enough money
I tell my son education is important
Material processions are transient
Knowledge stays forever.
When I see college students not studying
I feel sorry for them
They don't realise the value of education
Education is essential for living
Education should be free for all.
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Knowledge makes you humble
With knowledge you rarely stumble
Knowledge makes you aware
With knowledge you know what to beware
Knowledge earns you respect
With knowledge many things you don't expect
Knowledge gives you confidence
With knowledge you aren't over confident
Knowledge makes you mature
With knowledge your future is secure
He who knows the most
Will never ever boast
He knows knowledge is vast
Very little he has amassed
Everything else may not stay
Knowledge in mind forever stays.
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15th March 2021
Inspired by:
Graduation Blessings contest by BJ Legros Kelley
Form:
4/14/17
Across the ages
There was many changes
During the beginning, middle and end of phases
Above and below any stages
Some left to be found, written upon pages
Leaving a lot or little to if any traces
Among any places
Considered tiny or spacious
Regardless of their being nearby basins
There is nothing funny about starvation
Nor the greed of certain corporations
Makes me have more rage than Jason
With a hockey mask, causing mayhem
Current situations
May have involved more complications
Close and far from any vegetation
Currency came in different faces
Among many nations
Or federations
Above and below the basement
Near and far from any pavement
People making and taking payments
Due to desperations
Some continually gave into temptations
Had hesitations
And made zero preparations
Meanwhile others reached the intended destination
Achieving a state of elevation
After much determination and hard work, followed a possible celebration
Or revelation
With concentration
Have some motivation
From within find more inspiration
While making adaptations
Throughout trials and tribulations
Many civilizations
You can see in person, or only through illustrations
Certain locations
Full of radiation
And/or known to have a dangerous reputation
Still yet to be proven with a solid explanation
Continual paranormal investigations
Regarding anything, accurate portrayals or misrepresentations
Unknown or famous
It was or wasn't caught on surveillance
Crystal clear picture quality or blurry with some grayness
Rituals conducted on certain occasions
Some of which involve shamans
Meanwhile apprentice or master, blacksmith and masons
May be wearing protective aprons
Working on something considered complex or fairly basic
Near and beyond any waters with or without crustaceans
By: Dalton Ogletree
Just a glance sparked a fire of love that burned so pristine
As a farm-girl fell for a handsome farm-hand of her dream.
Love blossomed like early Spring, though both were married,
A romantic desire flamed spirits as love-affair quickly rallied.
Families broke apart as forbidden love soon got them fired,
In an act of defiance they stayed strong, eminently inspired.
A farm of their own arose from the ashes of evident despair,
Business gallantly prospered through hard work and prayer.
Luck turned as her husband was struck by incurable disease,
His ex-wife, a nurse, assisted as they buckled at the knees.
The farm-girl, discouraged, but unwilling to surrender hope,
Sought help from ex-husband to manage the farm and cope.
With awakened heart, nurse soon rekindled their passion
And patient gladly accepted, regretful of his past action.
Farm grew immensely when farm-girl took up the cause
And ex-husband moved close to her, into a farmhouse.
Lives turned upside down as suddenly sick husband died,
Amid her grief, farm-girl pondered what fate has implied.
She imagined her life with ex-husband where it once was,
Only to find his new girlfriend moved into the farmhouse.
Like ebb and flow of life filled with grief and compassion,
Love on farm meandered through arms of fate and passion.
Yet unwritten there was love's one more fateful decision:
Farm-girl walked off her land for good into wistful oblivion.
September 30, 2017
Not for contest
Some say don't fear while others fret
On all of the happenings
We've struck a match to our past
"Now the house we've built is burning"
Our forefathers built with blood, sweat, and tears
The foundation we have here
Well into two hundred years
"What lessons are we learning"
The contract in which they wrote down
Constitutes sacred ground
Flick the Bic and burn it down
"Not worried over who we're hurting"
Generations yet to come
What will we be teaching them
That hard work makes great kindling
"Does anyone else find that disturbing"
Overtime it was bound to run its course
Now we know why Miss Liberty carries a torch
We tossed a molotov cocktail onto our own front porch
"Now the house we've built is burning
I have written the following to voice my opinion of what the United States of America is supposed to be, where it is now, and where it is going, if We the People, through the power of the vote, that the Constitution gives us, don't put people in office who will work to get us back to the plan our founding fathers set.
If you find, you believe the same, please make the thought go virile by sharing.
WAKE UP AMERICA!!!!!
Freedom
By Franklin Price
10/16/2021
I'm sure that you have heard before
That freedom isn't free
It isn't automatic
For all of us to be
The founders of the U.S.A.
To establish freedom's choice
Wrote the Constitution
Gave each citizen a voice
Formed a more perfect Union
To represent all States as one
To defend us from outsiders
That may put us to the gun
To establish common justice
Promote the welfare of us all
Establish liberty forever
Until we cause ourselves to fall
We the people, the electorate,
Choose the ones to represent
We're responsible to put them there
And how much time is spent
When we vote them there forever
Which was never meant to be
They lose sight of why they're there
And of the voters, you and me.
They think we are know nothings
And our voting should be banned
They see themselves as royalty
We're are the serfs within their land
They take away our freedom
Because we've rubber stamped our votes
We vote for whom we recognize
And re-elect our Judas goats
They're leading us to slaughter
After shearing off our wool
Cannot believe a word they say
All that comes from them is bull
Lifers now in Washington
Are closing freedom's door
We must rid ourselves of them
Or our freedom is no more
The new ones are not better
Want to take away our guns
Want to socialize our freedom
Giving all to everyone
That's not how our founders saw us
In those days they were alive
They provided us a country
Where everyone could thrive
All of us aren't millionaires
Only guaranteed the chance
Hard work and dedication
Puts the money in your pants
We must vote for the country
That our founders made that day
If we keep going on like this
All our freedom goes away
You have a right to speak your mind freely,
and express what’s important to you,
you have a duty to make your words sincere,
and do what you must to speak the truth.
Also to protect those who would speak out,
even if with them you do not agree,
because if you try to silence them
then you’re a hand-maiden of tyranny.
You have a right to worship what you will,
to believe the dictates of your conscience,
and not to let this be taken by folks
who claim that your morals only offend.
To never spread what you are thinking
by resorting to harsh methods of force,
and to resist those who would do it to you,
live-and-let-live, as a matter of course.
You have a right to assemble, protest,
to demand redress for the powerful,
to remember no right is optional,
but those in government do wish to full,
and that your protest must respect others,
since they also have a claim to this right,
and should the oppression continue on,
you may have a duty to go and fight.
You have a right to keep and bear weapons,
to defend your life with great lethality,
you have a duty to own a weapon,
to understand it’s use in entirety,
to never us it unless there is no choice,
since a weapon only has one purpose,
to know when to use it, and if that time comes
to understand what happens when you miss.
You have a right to possess property,
to control all the fruits of your labor,
and a duty to respect the hard work
shown by the property of your neighbor.
To not let the success others have earned
drive you to a covetous jealousy,
to understand that all civilization
is based on people using their property...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
ELUSIVE SAPPHIRE
BY
Kevin L Fairbrother
The Willows west of Emerald
A place to relax and try your luck
For in the ground around the town
The elusive Sapphire lies hidden
Digging and sieving the wash
Specking the ground for color
Tons of dirt I’ve dug and shifted
And many miles I’ve walked
As yet the Sapphire remains elusive
But I’ll persevere and have a go
For you never know when color will appear
Rewarding your hard work and perseverance
Stories are told of finds by kicking the ground
Turning up Sapphires of a 100 karats plus
In diggings uncovering pockets filled with color
Of Sapphires in different shapes and size
The work is hard, hot and dusty
The sun blazes down the temperature
Hits the forty degree mark in the shade
You’re covered in sweat, dust and grime
Day after day you toil in the heat
Dig up a small color, spurs you on for more
You hope that luck will come your way
And turn up a Sapphire to make your day
8/30/16
Plotted
Lines connected no longer dotted
I got it
Took so much more than logic
And being honest
Hard work, pain, sweat, blood and tears is what it costed
From here to beyond the tropics
Near and far from ore deposits
When things rotted
A pungent odor usually wafted
Only so much time we each are alloted
Events intertwined and corresponded
Some of which were ironic
And others occasionally iconic
This universe at no stoppage
Burned so much chronic
Many kinds that were exotic
But not all were catatonic
Drank too much and nodded
Time and money is what it costed
Animals that are exotic
Plenty of which were spotted
Gone but never forgotten
New items each year trying to be ergonomic
Meanwhile people continue to gossip
Class 1 and 2 narcotics
Among new and old electronics
Twenty four seven three sixty five at a rate that is constant
Comets
Space shuttles with rockets
And aircrafts moving at speeds that are super sonic
Traveling in places considered cosmic
Helping others gather data in astronomics
Not all molecules bonded
Is everything technically, gas, liquid, or solid?
Churches built with designs that are gothic
And occupations working with things that are atomic
When relating to things economic
Some just wanted
Only the profit
Even if at the end of the day they were tormented and haunted
By: Dalton Ogletree
Star people
Like diamonds of sky
are the star people,
Lending vivid colours
to every paintbrush,
With talent, hard work
and diligence intertwined.
But lives are being watched
what they eat wherever go,
Playing with tender emotions
people intrude privacy,
Measure for every action
a debate is on.
Crave to live ordinary
and laugh free and loud,
Miss roaming at will
little things to be proud,
Fading magnetic charm
in freedom mesmerised.
Hurt and darkness of solicitude
in hearts of twinkling stars,
Still bear sweet smiles
transient as glow of fireflies,
Humanity if touches alpine,
Stars can you better define ?
Written Dec 22nd, 2015
For contest "Star people"
by Anthony Slausen
Awarded 13th place win