Qualified
Education a key
which fits many doors.
Ignorance a labyrinth.
Filled with dead-ends
tightly bolted.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Bolted Deep In It
Bolted deep in it.
With a tightened grip that fits...
To make sure no loose ends would dangle,
From a knit to slip!
Bolted deep in it.
With a tightened grip that fits.
And bolted deeper just to keep,
Mouths closed with silenced lips!
An upper hand is now commanding,
Everyone to take a stand.
And those who choose to bicker and moan,
Are left with their antics alone!
An upper hand is now commanding,
With no loop holes to excuse.
Or those denying they've been framed...
As all their gains go down the drain.
They've been bolted deep in it.
With a tightened grip that fits.
With no loop holes to excuse.
To accuse they've been abused.
Bolted deep in it.
With a tightened grip that fits...
To make sure no loose ends would dangle,
From a knit to slip!
And bolted deeper just to keep,
Mouths closed with silenced lips!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bolted in and bolted out
To be humble is not to be slave
Though outwardly they may look same.
To be in the cell with doors bolted in
Is not being in it with doors bolted out.
28.02.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Either the United States will destroy ignorance or ignorance will destroy the United States. And when we call for education we mean real education. We believe in work. We ourselves are workers, but work is not necessarily education. Education is the development of power and ideal. We want our children trained as intelligent human beings should be, and we will fight for all time against any proposal to educate black boys and girls simply as servants and underlings, or simply for the use of other people. They have a right to know, to think, to aspire.
quote by W.E.B. Du Bois
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Labyrinth of life
River that flows ‘tween the two opposite ends
Dancing, singing, jumping Keeping ends apart,
Ends broke the abyss, amid the wave, left no ends,
Coincidentally, no ends and no river, all depart.
O River! The wave, " ye the curiosity of the ends".
Gigantism, the heaviness of thought dies into the salt,
Free from worries, all rose up to heaven and hanged,
Then slowly moved with roar and thunder that banged,
With cry, new life starts and the earth laughs with malt.
O Ocean! The womb, "Ye the fertile land that mends ".
You and me and the labyrinth of our thought coils,
Maimed with wave while on separation which spoils,
'As the nature so we are', all the same, O my love
Initially we were falcon on high cliff and later we were dove.
O maze! The thought, "Ye the labyrinth of life that spells"
poem by Aftab Alam Khursheed
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Dead End
Some roads are filled with dead ends
where you have to turn around
and go back,
retrace your footsteps
and take another route.
How many times in life,
have we gone down dead ends
and had to go back
to where we started
and start all over again.
4 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Up! Education
Education is important
Right from when an infant
Education is not about college
It entails a wider range of knowledge
Supplying a market of skills shortage
Education is great
It creates and decides upon ones fate
Never leave it too late
Education makes it a priority
To provide you with opportunities
So I say
OK! Up! Education
Feed the Nations
Up! Education
Education is in abundance
A constituent of importance
As we humans advance
It offers us life’s insurance
Education is the key to set you free
From joblessness condemnation
Education is the key to flee
From endless financial frustration
Education provides you with ammunition
To tackle any country, state or nation
Education gives you immunisation
Against surviving global frustration
Education relieves you
From absurd ignorance
Education exempts you and me
From parental allowance
For most adults
It is usually a concerning disturbance
So I say
OK! Up! Education
Feed the Nations
Up! Education
I take my time to stress once more
It is the path to successes door
Education is a treasure
One cannot significantly measure
By only your life’s attended lectures
Education is power
Your immediate answer
To questions that remain unanswered
Education is for all
Embrace it or fall
Education provides options
And sets the motion
In life for you to function
So I say
OK! Up! Education
Feed the Nations
Up! Education
Education is the name of the game
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Education Celebration
(An 'Education Week' Rap)
Education, education;
There's nothing quite like education!
It gives you hope and lets you cope
And offers great remuneration.
Education, education;
The path to many a great vacation;
A fancy car and caviar;
A life of fun and relaxation.
Education, education;
Provides a firm and strong foundation
For better lives improved by drive,
By effort and by motivation.
Education, education;
Sing aloud in exultation!
And when you pass that final class
We'll shake your hand in admiration.
Education, education;
Requires a lot of perspiration.
You can bet - a lot of sweat,
And just a pinch of inspiration.
Education, education;
Let's all sing in jubilation!
For, those who strive and have the drive
May someday own a 'corporation'!
Hello, How Are You?
this fear of being what they are:
dead.
at least they are not out on the street, they
are careful to stay indoors, those
pasty mad who sit alone before their tv sets,
their lives full of canned, mutilated laughter.
their ideal neighborhood
of parked cars
of little green lawns
of little homes
the little doors that open and close
as their relatives visit
throughout the holidays
the doors closing
behind the dying who die so slowly
behind the dead who are still alive
in your quiet average neighborhood
of winding streets
of agony
of confusion
of horror
of fear
of ignorance.
a dog standing behind a fence.
a man silent at the window.
poem by Charles Bukowski
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Right to education
Right to education
Free and compulsory
Education to all
Free and compulsory
Education through mother tongue
Right to education
Education to maintain
Peace and harmony
Education to keep
The world order
And discipline
Right to education
Education to earn
For livelihood
Education to provide
Food clothing and shelter
Without depending others
Right to education
Free and compulsory
To educate all
That we all are
Brothers and sisters
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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I Don't Welcome Bitter Fits
I don't have a spicy tongue,
Normally exposed.
Until somebody stands too close,
To step on my toes.
I don't welcome bitter fits,
Instantly to show...
To anybody who should know,
When to get up and go.
I am respectful,
Until I can't be...
To those people unaware,
Of what this means.
I try to be accountable,
Without apologies.
I make sure I'm there,
Taking care...
Of responsibilities.
I don't welcome bitter fits,
Instantly to show...
To anybody who should know,
When to get up and go.
I don't have a spicy tongue,
Normally exposed.
Until somebody stands too close,
To step on my toes.
And when somebody does that,
My ignorance shows.
I don't welcome bitter fits,
Instantly to show...
To anybody who should know,
When to get up and go.
I don't have a spicy tongue,
Normally exposed.
Until somebody stands too close,
To step on my toes.
And when somebody does that,
My ignorance shows.
I am respectful,
Until I can't be...
To those people unaware,
Of what this means.
I am respectful,
Until I can't be...
To those people unaware,
Of what this means.
I don't welcome bitter fits,
Instantly to show...
To anybody who should know,
When to get up, leave and go.
I can be respectful,
Until I can't be...
To anybody unaware of what this means.
And I don't welcome bitter fits.
Or think of them as benefits...
When somebody gets me heated,
And my ignorance shows...
The moment someone gets too close to step on my toes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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After completing a Delaware State education, they were afforded opportunities beyond anything they might have imagined - and they opened doors for themselves that surely would have remained closed if they only had a high school education.
quote by Michael N. Castle
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Instruction ends in the schoolroom, but education ends only with life. A child is given to the universe to be educated.
quote by Frederick William Robertson
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The Labyrinths Light
The Labyrinths Light
How beautiful the labyrinth.
Its center in clear view.
Reflecting light of soul in flight
Within the morning dew.
With no false starts
or broken hearts.
It takes you in its arms.
Lovingly it guides you,
enraptured by its charms.
The journey is our joy
The path it never ends.
The center of our universe
Within our spirit blends.
So follow the path of the labyrinth.
And find your heart at last.
For therein lies your future
In the wishes of your past.
poem by Lynne FincherSpringarden
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Packt Like Sardines In A Crushd Tin Box
there are bomb? doors and there are revolving doors doors on the rudders of big ships and there are revolving doors there are doors that open by themselves there are sliding doors and there are secret doors there are doors that lock and doors that don't there are doors that let you in and out but never open but there are trap doors that you can't come back from
song performed by by Radiohead
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Pull / Pulk Revolving Doors
There are barn doors
And there are revolving doors
Doors on the rudders of big ships
And there are revolving doors
There are doors that open by themselves
There are sliding doors
And there are secret doors
There are doors that lock
And doors that dont
There are doors that let you in
And out
But never open
But there are trapdoors
That you cant come back from
song performed by by Radiohead
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Overflowing Mortuary
The heart bereaves
when the morgue overflows
with dead bodies of the innocent.
Thanks to the gun-wielding
radical religious sect.
If western education `
is sacrilege to the morons,
let them kill themselves
and not the weak and the meek.
Are the dead born to theirr
mothers and sisters?
People seek an education
which takes their children
all lover the world to earn
and not confines them
to a lawless dungeon to moan.
In education what is eastern
or western? Like electrons,
the learners turn in all directions.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Pull Pulk Revolving Doors
There are barn doors
And there are revolving doors
Doors on the rudders of big ships
We are revolving doors
There are doors that open by themselves
There are sliding doors
And there are secret doors
There are doors that lock
And doors that don't
There are doors that let you in
And out
But never open
But they are trapdoors
That you can't come back from
song performed by by Radiohead
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Slow Movement
All those treasures that lie in the little bolted box whose tiny space is
Mightier than the room of the stars, being secret and filled with dreams:
All those treasures—I hold them in my hand—are straining continually
Against the sides and the lid and the two ends of the little box in which I guard them;
Crying that there is no sun come among them this great while and that they weary of shining;
Calling me to fold back the lid of the little box and to give them sleep finally.
But the night I am hiding from them, dear friend, is far more desperate than their night!
And so I take pity on them and pretend to have lost the key to the little house of my treasures;
For they would die of weariness were I to open it, and not be merely faint and sleepy
As they are now.
poem by William Carlos Williams
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The Era Of The Dead
They live to die!
Death, the longing of all men
They are born to die!
Fate, the companion of infants
In this era, the era of the dead.
They strip naked
Like in the garden of Eden
Where innocence ended
And righteousness melted
From the era of the dead
To make ends meet,
They meet the ends
The ends of life
A life of values and morals
And on streets, they lie naked
The era of the dead
Who insure their death
And dig their graves, the savings
To bury their souls, the wealth
Eternally in the pit of perdition.
poem by Timothy muggaga
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Magnificat
The poor still wait
for bolted doors to open
hunger to be filled
and concern to replace
the deep scorn
of the rich, who believe
God is on their side,
who offer golden chalices
and cathedrals of crystal
to purchase
eternal life
with God, who remembers
the poor
will fill their every
need
but send away the rich
with nothing
no things to carry
in their powerful, sleek cars
to their empty houses
silent houses
stony, soulless
mansions,
nothing
but their names
on fine marble
engraved,
yet the poor watch
and still wait.
poem by Steven Federle
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