The portion that a man keeps for himself is usually not the smallest.
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter XXXVII: Portion
there's man who gets big portion
then eats it without thinking
there's man who chews it slowly
and manage himself with that portion
there's man who wastes his portion
or saves for someone
but there's man who keeps it for himself
and with greedy heart wanting more
there's man who gets small portion
then eats it with pleasure
there's man who chews it slowly
and try to satisfy himself with that portion
there's man who doesn't touch it
so the others can taste it
but there's man who empties it
and without ashamed keep asking more
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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We are told that the first part of the process is to select the very smallest seeds from the smallest plants, which is not at all unlikely, but I cannot speak to the fact from my own observation.
quote by Robert Fortune
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I have more artistic control in a smaller show. But it doesn't really matter. Sometimes you can have the smallest role in the smallest production and still make a big impact.
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I mean, there was a portion, of course, that I think, when I look back now, that there was a portion of what attracted me must have been the awe of him being a powerful man in this environment, not to take away from who he is as a real person.
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The founders of a new colony, whatever Utopia of human virtue and happiness they might originally project, have invariably recognized it among their earliest practical necessities to allot a portion of the virgin soil as a cemetery, and another portion as the site of a prison.
quote by Nathaniel Hawthorne
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The Smallest Things
the small print
of a cat's paw on
your trembling lips,
stopped the tears,
and the roar of hunger
in the tiny bud opening.
the tongue that gropes
for a dropp of rain...
seed wrapped in dirt,
that sunlight,
and turning set free.
the smallest things,
bring form to shadow.
it is in the smallest things
that we find the immortal!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Karma
I drop a stone into the ocean
Every choice another turn of the screw
Another wheel set in motion
With every single thing I do
Its there in the air that I breathe
Its in my whisper and scream
Inside everything I believe
And its all gonna come around someday
As the smallest stream runs to a river
And every river runs to the sea
So every little bit of love I give to another
You know that I believe it comes back to me
There is no absolution whether Im the garden or the rose
If I aint part of the solution, yeah you know how that goes
You can always leave but you bring it all back home someday
As the smallest stream runs to a river
And every river runs to the sea
So every little bit of love I give to another
You know that I believe it comes back to me
Every single thing I say, everyone that I betray
Any love that I take when I do not make it in return
Every thing I do and every time Ive been unfaithful too
All the things that I believe are lessons I must learn
As the smallest stream runs to a river
And every river runs to the sea
So every little bit of love I give to another
You know that I believe it comes back to me
As the smallest stream runs to a river
And every river runs to the sea
So every little bit of love I give to another
You know that I believe it comes back to me
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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My Hope Is In God
God did not reject his people never will God do so?
I will reject the world a portion that is not of God.
I will reject world values a portion that is not of God.
My hope is not in life riches nations my hope is in God.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Strange Attraction
it started with a dedication
'lost in admiration - happy birthday -
i'm forever yours - BLOSSOM'
fared red inside a tiny book of butterflies
i smiled surprised at how when flickered through
the wings flew by spelled out my name
six months went by the summer lost
obsessively the letters dropped into my life
the same soft blood smooth flowing hand
'please try to understand - I have to see you - have to feel you -
tell you all the ways I need you - yours forever in love...'
strange attraction spreads its wings
it varies but the smallest things
you never know how anything will change
strange attraction spreads its wings
and alters but the smallest things
you never know how anything will fade
the year grew old incessantly she wrote to me
she'd started smoking poetry!
i laughed in recognition of a favorite phrase
she'd pulled me in...
i answered her
a christmas card in sepia
arranging when and where
and how the two of us should meet...
her opening so well prepared
a nervous smile
i couldn't take my eyes from her
she whispered
'can I use some of your lipstick?'
it was perfect so believable
i couldn't help but feel that it was real
and kissing crimson fell into her waiting arms
strange attraction spreads its wings
it varies but the smallest things
you never know how anything will change
strange attraction spreads its wings
and alters but the smallest things
you never know how anything will fade
so alone into the cold new year without another wo
i wrote to ask if we could maybe meet again before
but weeks went by with no reply untill once more m
and with it my surprise but this time nothing was
'i'm sorry - blame infatuation - blame imagination
i was sure you'd be the one but I was wrong -
it seems reality destroys our dreams - I won't for
fared red inside a tiny book of all goodbyes...
strange attraction spreads its wings
it varies but the smallest things
you never know how anything will change
strange attraction spreads its wings
and alters but the smallest things
you never know how anything will fade
song performed by by Cure
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Hymn 154
Self-righteousness insufficient.
"Where are the mourners," saith the Lord,
"That wait and tremble at my word,
That walk in darkness all the day?
Come, make my name your trust and stay.
["No works nor duties of your own
Can for the smallest sin atone
The robes that nature may provide
Will not your least pollutions hide.
"The softest couch that nature knows
Can give the conscience no repose;
Look to my righteousness and live;
Comfort and peace are mine to give.]
"Ye sons of pride, that kindle coals
With your own hands, to warm your souls
Walk in the light of your own fire,
Enjoy the sparks that ye desire:
"This is your portion at my hands;--
Hell waits you with her iron bands;
Ye shall lie down in sorrow there,
In death, in darkness, and despair."
poem by Isaac Watts
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Even the smallest wild flower (in answer to Bonaventure Hinwood)
Even the smallest wild flower
that grows untended from the bare earth
catches Your eye, carries Your care
of sun and rain
and in the growth of it
You bless it with Your loving care.
The smallest bird that sit in a nest
somewhere in branches
and make the first twittering sounds
You know about and have got meaning for You
and God You who is everywhere and knows all things
see the urge in my heart
and in this dark night
I also ask for a bit of light,
and pray that Your blessings
will fall on my people and me as well.
[Reference: Variase op ‘n tema uit “Alles” van Sheila Cussons (Variation on a theme about “all” of Sheila Cussons) by Bonaventure Hinwood.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Smallest Step
Music by 10,000 maniacs - lyrics by mary ramsey & john lombardo
When the day ends
And church bells are ringing
When the valley is shroudedin snow,
When youre feeling that hope somewhere vanished
And theres no poetry left to console you,
With the smallest step youll find a way
Oh of fate borne and life is a jewel
But stone will tarnish as dust will descend
Take a minute and wipe free the lustre,
Itll mirror a day without end
With the smallest step youll feel
It starts a journey your way.
Oh they tried to tell me
But Ill learn for myself
And when they tried to tell me
You know the words disappeared on the wind
I was running away
And when the laughter echoes through you
In a pale beaming ray and youll know always
And ever within you anyway.
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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Snakes And Ladders
I could stand but I don't like the feeling
I could fall but I'm always on the floor
You could make a million staring at the ceiling
ou could break your back and still be poor
One for the liar
One for the cheat
One for the man who you'll never meet
Piece of the action and a portion of pie
They'll be there waiting when your big chance comes by
There's a snake on top of every ladder
Who will tell you that he's your best friend
Everyone important needs an adder
But subtraction gets you in the end
One for the liar
One for the cheat
One for the man who you'll never meet
Piece of the action and a portion of pie
They'll be there waiting when your big chance comes by
They don't care they don't mind
The in-betweens will steal you blind
I don't know I can't say
It seems its always been this way
You won't feel or complain
The gentle leech will cause no pain
song performed by by Men At Work
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Max and Moritz Fishing
Eben geht mit einem Teller
Witwe Bolte in den Keller,
Daß sie von dem Sauerkohle
Eine Portion sich hole,
Wofür sie besonders schwärmt
Wenn er wieder aufgewärmt. -
- Unterdessen auf dem Dache
Ist man tätig bei der Sache.
Max hat schon mit Vorbedacht
Eine Angel mitgebracht.
Widow Bolte, bless her soul,
Goes downstairs and takes a bowl,
And she scoops a portion out
Of her cherished sauerkraut
Which she deems to taste sublime
Heated up the second time.
In the meantime, on the sly,
Something's going on up high.
Max has shown some foresight here,
For he brought his fishing gear.
poem by Wilhelm Busch
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Body and Language
Speak the unspoken language as she speaks to me.
Through the concept of her motion must have meaning.
The alpha of her power awakes in the sensual eye.
Skinned canvas of limbs and muscles artful in presentation.
Music of her body with stealthy tones climbing the walls of air.
Lines and curves and grooves manifests sensations and reactions.
Forward heat within her beautifully expressed in outward forms.
She feeds the stomach of my desire portion to portion some so
generously.A primal beacon for all things live and captivating.
A communication method about her that heightens pleasure and
slows down time.
poem by William Blackman
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When I Make A Decision I Try To See The Universe And The Ant
when i make a decision about your life
your liberty or your property
i always try to see the universe, the paths of the planets,
the way they orbit around the sun
near and far, bright or dull,
the whole
of this universe in motion like a fluid of fire
i look up
for a sign a symbol of what ought to be
and given the situation how the planets would behave
then
i look down the smallest of the ant
its tiny feet its capacity to bite and eat and swallow
the universe
into its mouth and belly,
the smallest
of all shall be considered, the details of its possibilities
the intricacies of its
wishes and dreams
tiny
and its relation to the universal, to the great view of the
giants,
the forest and the trees, the shadows and the shapes,
light and darkness,
and then liberty may be taken away, property may be forfeited,
and life may even be shut out
because the law has become the god
on that black and white
the booking sheet.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Of Getting A Female Child...!
My mother dreamt of a boy child
While she was carrying me
in her womb;
Alas! I was born! A female child,
My father has to save a portion of his salary
For my marriage to settle with the dowry;
While I attained puberty,
My father spent a portion
To make his savings empty;
I have to forgo my dream
Of my college degree and
Settle with higher secondary;
Nowadays I find lot of photos
Of eligible bridegrooms
Spread over my shelf;
The boys who planned to love me
Vexed with my horoscope
And departed me;
I made a decision finally
Not to marry
To avoid the worry
Of me getting a female child…!
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Winded is the sailor...drifting by the storm...
Wounded is the organ he left all...bloodied on the shore...
Gorgeous was his savior, sees her...drowning in his wake...
Daily taste the salt of her tears, but...a chance blamed fate...
Little secrets, tremors...turned to quake...
The smallest oceans still get...big, big waves...
Ransom paid the Devil...He whispers pleasing words...
Triumphant are the angels if they can...a get there first...
Little secrets tremors...turned to quake...
The smallest oceans still get...big, big waves...
I'll decide...take the dive...
Take my time...not my life...
Wait for signs...believe in lies...
To get by...it's divine...whoa...
Oh, you know what it's like...
Turns the bow back towards him...drops the line...
Puts his faith and love in Tremor Christ...
song performed by by Pearl Jam
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The smallest good deed is better than the grandest intention.
The smallest feline is a masterpiece.
quote by Leonardo da Vinci
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