A little leaven smoothes away the whole lump.
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One of life's best coping mechanisms is to know the difference between an inconvenience and a problem. Life is inconvenient. Life is lumpy. A lump in the oatmeal, a lump in the throat and a lump in the breast are not the same kind of lump. One needs to learn the difference.
quote by Robert Fulghum
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Ricky & G-child
Ricky: say man, how many lumps do you want?
- whatchou mean how many lumps i want?
G-child: say man, i'm gonna lump you right upside your funk. man!
Ricky: you lump me, i'ma lump yo ass right back.
- man, well you better do yo thing then, cause i'm bringin' the real.
song performed by by Warren G
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Ricky G-child
Ricky: say man, how many lumps do you want?
- whatchou mean how many lumps I want?
G-child: say man, Im gonna lump you right upside your funk. man!
Ricky: you lump me, ima lump yo ass right back.
- man, well you better do yo thing then, cause Im bringin the real.
song performed by by Warren G
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On Two Ministers of State
Lump says that Caliban's of gutter breed,
And Caliban says Lump's a fool indeed,
And Caliban and Lump and I are all agreed.
poem by Hilaire Belloc
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Yinged and Yanged
If I never ever see you,
You'd be fine!
And I'd be too!
If you never see the 'me' I am,
I still will not deserve
To be kicked to the curb and slammed.
'Cause I believe I've yinged and yanged my needs.
Doing yoga to get over.
Making my life much more easier for me.
And I do it to get over the hump!
I do it to get over the hump.
Yes I do it to get over the hump.
Taking every lump and crushing it to dump!
I do it to get over the hump!
I do it to get over the hump.
Yes I do it to get over the hump.
Taking every lump and crushing it to dump!
If I never ever see you,
You'd be fine!
And I'd be too!
'Cause I believe I've yinged and yanged my needs.
Doing yoga to get over.
Making my life much more easier me.
And I do it to get over the hump!
I do it to get over the hump.
Yes I do it to get over the hump.
And taking every lump and crushing it to dump!
I do it to get over the hump!
I do it to get over the hump.
Yes I do it to get over the hump.
And taking every lump and crushing it to dump!
'Cause I do yoga.
And I ain't bi-polar.
I don't drink soda.
To stir my motor.
As I grow older,
I don't cry on shoulders.
I get right up!
And I strut my stuff,
With a strength that's tough.
And I...
Do it to get over the hump!
I do it to get over the hump.
Yes I do it to get over the hump.
And taking every lump and crushing it to dump!
Do it to get over the hump.
Yes I do it to get over the hump.
I will do it to get over the hump.
And taking every lump and crushing it to dump!
Yinged and yanged,
Over the hump.
I've yinged and yanged,
Over the hump.
Yinged and yanged,
Over the hump.
I've yinged and yanged,
Over the hump.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My friend had a funny remark; he told me everybody has something - some people have a big butt, some people are insecure and at least you know what it is, even if it's a lump on your head. I know I have a lump on my head.
quote by Karen Duffy
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A lump of old metal
It was a lump of old metal,
a car with no heart
cocooning him, purring
through back lanes,
down dark, cold streets,
warming him through
and he felt safe inside,
so that when, in December,
the car 'died' his body
shook with tears,
bitter, unrestrained tears
and I ached, to see him like that
on our last ride, so sad.
My sweet little boy
with his shirt hanging out
and his eyes, red and swollen
for a lump of old metal
that was our chariot of gold.
poem by Ruth Walters
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A Bouquet Of Flower
A bouquet of flower
lying under the feet,
I saw one day, on the
the Romantic street.
A little girl was crying,
it was perhaps her.
it fell from her hand,
and smashed under the car!
I asked what she cried for-
told she bought, for mom's grave.
But, the bouquet was spoiled,
and she couldn't manage to save.
The red roses and fern,
made the heaven once
turned to suddenly to
a lump of red flesh by chance!
My eyes filled with
tear, as I perceived,
my own melted heart,
is lump being perished!
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Angel Fly
Angel is what i cal you
You watch over me every day and night
I pray to my angel, one day you will fly fly away
They took you from me, it spread, it hurt
i miss you every day my angel
you suffer no more they cut the lump the lump they call breast
it spread like wild fire, that they couldn't put out
My angel i wish you the best
i talk to you as if you were here
i hold back the tears of memory
times we shared and laughed as a family
dear angel, angel of mine i pray you
fly fly away across the bay to the angel of the sea
free, free of the breast cancer that took
away away from thee
R.I.P
Grandmother
1935-2007
poem by Jaime Rassbach
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Give Me a Lass with a Lump of Land
1 Gi'e me a lass with a lump of land,
2 And we for life shall gang thegither;
3 Tho' daft or wise I'll never demand,
4 Or black or fair it maks na whether.
5 I'm aff with wit, and beauty will fade,
6 And blood alane is no worth a shilling;
7 But she that's rich her market's made,
8 For ilka charm about her is killing.
9 Gi'e me a lass with a lump of land,
10 And in my bosom I'll hug my treasure;
11 Gin I had anes her gear in my hand,
12 Should love turn dowf, it will find pleasure.
13 Laugh on wha likes, but there's my hand,
14 I hate with poortith, tho' bonny, to meddle;
15 Unless they bring cash or a lump of land,
16 They'se never get me to dance to their fiddle.
17 There's meikle good love in bands and bags,
18 And siller and gowd's a sweet complexion;
19 But beauty, and wit, and virtue in rags,
20 Have tint the art of gaining affection.
21 Love tips his arrows with woods and parks,
22 And castles, and riggs, and moors, and meadows;
23 And naithing can catch our modern sparks,
24 But well-tocher'd lasses or jointur'd widows.
poem by Allan Ramsay
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The leaven of true leadership cannot lift others unless we are with and serve those to be led.
quote by Spencer W. Kimball
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The H. Communion
Not in rich furniture, or fine array,
Nor in a wedge of gold,
Thou, who from me wast sold,
To me dost now thy self convey;
For so thou should'st without me still have been,
Leaving within me sin:
But by the way of nourishment and strength
Thou creep'st into my breast;
Making thy way my rest,
And thy small quantities my length;
Which spread their forces into every part,
Meeting sin's force and art.
Yet can these not get over to my soul,
Leaping the wall that parts
Our souls, and fleshly hearts;
But as th'outworks, they may control
My rebel-flesh, and carrying thy name,
Affright both sin and shame.
Only thy grace, which with these elements comes,
Knoweth the ready way,
And hath the privy key,
Op'ning the soul's most subtle rooms;
While those to spirits refin'd, at door attend
Dispatches from their friend.
Give me my captive soul, or take
My body also thither,
Another lift like this will make
Them both to be together.
Before that sin turn'd flesh into stone,
And all our lump to leaven,
A fervent sigh might well have blown
Our innocent earth to heaven.
For sure when Adam did not know
To sin, or sin to smother;
He might to heav'n from Paradise go,
As from one room t'another.
Thou hast restor'd to us this ease
By this thy heav'nly blood;
Which I can go to, when I please,
And leave th'earth to their food.
poem by George Herbert
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Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.
quote by Robert Browning Hamilton
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Contact
Ive got a lump in my throat about the note you wrote
Id come on over but I havent got a raincoat
Have we got contact
You and me?
Have we got touchdown
Cant we be?
Ive got contacts in my book and in my eyes
My good connection on the telephone never lies
Have we got contact
You and me?
Have we got touchdown
Cant we be?
Ive got a list of the people I have known
Im never alone on the end of a phone
Have we got contact
You and me?
Have we got touchdown
Cant we be?
Ive got a lump in my throat about the note you wrote
Id come on over but I havent got a raincoat
Id come on over but I havent got a raincoat
song performed by by Police
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If God Does Not Exist (A Riff)
If there be no God
Then man is scum,
Fungus on a rock
Floating in the drift of space,
A cold then sizzling spot;
The turmoil of the universe,
Its gas explosions far,
The birth and death of light that's cursed,
The entropy of stars;
Then love is all we really have
In the barrenness of space
It functions as a soothing salve
And smoothes a watchful face
poem by David McLansky
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Do Not Misunderstand Me
do not misunderstand me
all that was good written in my heart
this was all given of God
this was all power of divine Holy Spirit
all my sins all that was bad
this was my free choice God given
this was dark depth abyss torment in heart
this was demon voice still peddling bitter sour grapes
yet through it all I do declare
twas more sinned against than sinning
twas mean rare generous so often heart giving
twas in depths despair searching searching I found God there
knowledge by grace of God did grow
mammon greed in heart found no place to grow
riches if any prized are best values aspired to in heaven
cup of blood body of clay ferments in holy spirit leaven to heaven
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
leaven – a rising agent used to make dough rise, especially yeast or another fermenting agent; something enlivening that lightens the weight or mood.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Sculpture is the art of the hole and the lump.
quote by Auguste Rodin
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If your job is to leaven ordinary lives with elevating spectacle, be elevating or be gone.
quote by George Will
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Frank's Lump
Our Frank's got a lump on his head,
He says it's his brains coming out;
Which I don't believe for a moment,
It's a rumour he's putting about.
He'd have us believe he's a genius'
He really believes it I think;
I know he's no fool, but come on now,
He must think we're green and not pink.
Just because he went on to a grammar school,
And his O levels reach to the roof,
It could have been mostly good luck, 'cos
Let's face it no system's foolproof.
And anyway what's good about welding?
(His trade for a number of years)
He tells us he made fine machinery,
But it could have been railings or spears!
Then the worst thing of all it did happen:
They upped and they made him a boss;
Good news for the board of directors,
For the welders, a grief and a loss.
Now he strolls round the room giving orders
With his whip, and I bet he can crack it;
With his white-collar duds and accessories,
With his lump, and his flippin' white jacket!
(Written 7th Sept 1994)
poem by John Carter Brown
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