He who divides and shares is left with the best share.
Mexican proverbs
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Share
Whether you have a million shares or one share,
You share in life’s the same.
You share some of its benefits
As well as some of its blame.
The real difference for you is if you share your share.
That will decide if your life really has been fair.
Be it a million shares or one share, your responsibility
Is to find here on earth where you can share
For your share of eternity.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Division is growth
Creed divides, region divides,
Nation divides, religion divides.
One leans to the other against third.
But for Satan, no support to God.
24.11.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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He who divides and shares, always takes the best part.
Who divides honey with the bear, will be like to get the lesser share..
When I received the Nobel Prize, the only big lump sum of money I have ever seen, I had to do something with it. The easiest way to drop this hot potato was to invest it, to buy shares. I knew that World War II was coming and I was afraid that if I had shares which rise in case of war, I would wish for war. So I asked my agent to buy shares which go down in the event of war. This he did. I lost my money and saved my soul.
Albert Szent-Gyorgyi in The Crazy Ape
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All things share the same breath - the beast, the tree, the man... the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.
quote by Chief Seattle
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The Speculators
The night was stormy and dark,
The town was shut up in sleep:
Only those were abroad who were out on a lark,
Or those who'd no beds to keep.
I pass'd through the lonely street,
The wind did sing and blow;
I could hear the policeman's feet
Clapping to and fro.
There stood a potato-man
In the midst of all the wet;
He stood with his 'tato-can
In the lonely Hay-market.
Two gents of dismal mien,
And dank and greasy rags,
Came out of a shop for gin,
Swaggering over the flags:
Swaggering over the stones,
These shabby bucks did walk;
And I went and followed those seedy ones,
And listened to their talk.
Was I sober or awake?
Could I believe my ears?
Those dismal beggars spake
Of nothing but railroad shares.
I wondered more and more:
Says one—'Good friend of mine,
How many shares have you wrote for,
In the Diddlesex Junction line?'
'I wrote for twenty,' says Jim,
'But they wouldn't give me one;'
His comrade straight rebuked him
For the folly he had done:
'O Jim, you are unawares
Of the ways of this bad town;
I always write for five hundred shares,
And THEN they put me down.'
'And yet you got no shares,'
Says Jim, 'for all your boast;'
'I WOULD have wrote,' says Jack, 'but where
Was the penny to pay the post?'
'I lost, for I couldn't pay
That first instalment up;
But here's 'taters smoking hot—I say,
Let's stop, my boy, and sup.'
And at this simple feast
The while they did regale,
I drew each ragged capitalist
Down on my left thumbnail.
Their talk did me perplex,
All night I tumbled and tost,
And thought of railroad specs,
And how money was won and lost.
'Bless railroads everywhere,'
I said, 'and the world's advance;
Bless every railroad share
In Italy, Ireland, France;
For never a beggar need now despair,
And every rogue has a chance.'
poem by William Makepeace Thackeray
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The AFL-CIO is a structure that divides workers' strength by allowing each union to organize in any industry, then bargain on its own, even when workers share a common employer.
quote by Andy Stern
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I'm One Of You
Come
share with me your laughter
share with me your pain
share with me your strength
share with me your fear
share with me your despair
share with me your hopes and dreams
share with me your love
share with me your life...
Trust me...
I'm one of you.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Better be Poet! ! !
You should learn to share
and share this love with me
You should give me more attention
and you would have more affection
Loving for yourself is for the poet!
I am not anymore! Turned normal person!
Demanding and in debt with love!
I'm also not liking! !
I'll go back to being what i always was
letters as lovers, verses as boyfriends
then I'll leave and let you
you divide your time, shares your love
and their attention
Alone! !
Because Poet is better to be! !
poem by Mirna Morgan
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Where The I Divides
When all my homes dont feel like homes,
And the doors dont open the way they should,
When all my senses are telling me
That the situations changed again.
Its not the miles that I must drive
Or the endless questions in my mind.
Its all the birds that I can see
And the soaring circles that they fly.
And half the world is moving on without me.
The sun goes down but Im still standing here,
Where the I divides.
Where the I divides.
Youll find me where the I divides.
When there is no way to go ahead
Without leaving something else behind,
Where there are signs that point me on
To a shining path or a simple mind.
When all my machines have all run down
And I dont know what Im fighting for,
There is some change inside of me and
I know I cant stay here anymore.
cuz half the world is moving on around me,
And Im still standing hesitating here.
song performed by by Information Society
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He who shares the meat is always left with the bone.
Acquire someone.
There are venues for you to be happy.
Happiness shines if someone shares it.
It is for you no more happiness but sore
If no one comes forward to share it.
13.02.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Far Behind
Now maybe I didnt mean to treat you bad
But I did it anyway
And not maybe
Some would say your life was sad
But you lived it anyway
And now maybe
Your friends they stand beside they watch you crumble
As you falter to the ground
And now maybe
Your friends they stand beside as you were flying
Oh you were flying oh so high
But then some day people look at you for what they call their own
They watch you suffer
Yeah they hear you calling home
But then some day we could take our time
To brush the leaves aside so you can reach us
But you left me far behind
Now maybe I didnt mean to treat you oh so bad
But I did it anyway
Now maybe some would say youre left with what you had
But you couldnt share the pain
No, no, no
Couldnt share the pain they watch you suffer
Now maybe I could have made my own mistakes
But I live with what Ive known
Yes maybe we might share in something great
But wont you look at where weve grown
Wont you look at where weve gone
But then someday comes tomorrow holds a sense of what I fear for you in my mind
As you trip the final line
And that cold day when you lost control
Shame you left my life
So soon you should have told me
But you left me far behind
Now maybe I didnt meant to treat you oh so bad
But I did it anyway
Now maybe some would say youre left with what you had
But you couldnt share the pain
No, no, no
Now maybe I didnt mean to treat you oh so bad
But I did it anyway
No maybe some would say youre left with what you had
But you couldnt share the pain
I said times have changed your friends
They come and watch you crumble to the ground
They watch you suffer
Yeah they hold you down
Hold you down
Maybe brother maybe love I didnt mean to treat you bad
But you left me far behind
Left me far behind
Left me far behind
song performed by by Candlebox
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A Friend For Life
A friend for life
A friend forever
When there's no one left to dance
A friend for life
Two friends together
When no one else would take the chance
When there's no one left awake
You stay awake to talk
When there's no one left to care
You are my shoulder
When there's no one left to share
You share my thoughts
From you i cannot stand to be apart
My friend forever.
My heart.
poem by Lucy Vernezze
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The Life That’s Left Behind
When you die and go away
You leave your belongings here
The things you collected
All your life is now laid bare
The treasures here and there
Left for someone else to share
The books you so avidly read
They can now climb inside your head
Everything is left with the essence of you
China figurines and paintings to
The diary at the last entry there
Is left for everyone to share
So when you die and go away
You leave your mortal life behind
Your soul leaves you
For a better life to find
poem by David Harris
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This Guest--a Hero
THIS GUEST....A HERO
I've stood beside a hero
For nigh almost a year
His Faith is ever growing
And to me, he shows No Fear.
He's sure that life is ending
But He's living it his best.
He laughs and jokes to cheer others
For by the Father, He is blessed.
His poetry is inspiring
For in the Father he believes,
Spreading there the Father's word
Great blessings he receives.
Each day he shares a message
Each day he shares a joke.
He'll not complain, he's dying,
He'll just act like other folk.
To me He is so special
For through his eyes I can see
That special place in Heaven
That awaits the likes of me.
And now he pulls away from us
To spare that grief that we do share
But, I know, When I get to Heaven
I will, most surely, see him there.
Blessings my friend.
May God do for you
What you have done for others!
Love You!
Author: Carol Witt
Ms. Caroline
© 2006 Ms. Caroline (All rights reserved)
poem by Carolyn Ford Witt
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“Rainbow Bridge”
A thin membrane in two divides
Hemispheres of a human brain
Thru thought either can decide
To be pristine or profane
Hemispheres direct bodies sides
Right is left and left is right
Occasionally these two collide
When in-synch each half is erudite
For some a Rainbow Bridge forms
That spans between dual-grays
Balanced mind can then perform
Wondrous feat, only Angels play
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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