Wisdom consists of ten parts: nine parts silence, and one part a few words.
Related quotes
Wisdom consists of ten parts -- nine parts of silence and one part with few words.
Country Is Like A Body
When one part sick
All parts look unhealthy
When one part missing
All parts get the impact
When one part is weak
Do other parts only blame and not help to fix it?
When one part is failed
Do other parts only let it fall and not support it?
Even it is often forgotten
It doesn't mean it is not important
Even it is always underestimated
It doesn't mean it could completely be ignored
One part may be incapable
But it doesn't mean all parts can do nothing
One part may be invalid
But it doesn't mean all parts should also give up the spirit
In some incredible moment they are working together
In some unseen place they don't stop to struggle
It may be hard but always raises up the hope
It may be small change but always look forward
poem by Maria Sudibyo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
the Self
the self is a mountain
you can go exploring
some parts are not reachable
and some parts so riveting
you just wish to sing them songs
some parts are caves you can shout
and hear your own echoes
some parts are a make belief
haunted house you can frighten yourself with
some parts are chambers of
mysteries you can get lost on your own
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Parts In Relation To The Whole
the parts in relation to the whole are hard to muster
i get lost somehow
confused on this seemingly unrelated part to another part
like seeing the legs of this millipede
when it would have been easier to think of it
as a worm,
i remember being lost in a forest of trees
wild growing trees where i can no longer figure out the shape
of a single leaf
because it is too dark
and damp
too many little things, too many details, that hinder us
from grasping the wholeness of
things
and people and daily events,
i get tired of all these, parts and parts and parts and some more
miniatures of parts, a letter to the word,
speaking in cut phrases
how can i ever understand this and that?
show me the whole
be whole to me as i am whole to you
touch the parts later
relate it always to me
this love is whole, it was never meant to be chopped
like some garlic and onions
this love is an apple that you see and pick from the tree
take it first
in its appleness, then start to bite
every part is sweet, every part is me,
this love
this me, this whole world is me
it must be first to you
then love becomes us.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Pulling myself together for M'lady Ann Beard
In dreams I can communicate
with disparate parts of me.
I’m learning to appreciate.
The frightening complexity
Of the different parts of me.
Which I must balance constantly
A task I must face every day
so they combine to make me, me..
I am a father and a son.
I am a brother and a friend.
The endless list goes on and on.
It seems as though it has no end.
Somehow I manage to control
at least the parts on public view.
The scattered parts which make the whole
But still conceal a thing or two.
The parts of me I need to change.
I’m sure I can do given time.
Some parts of me are weird and strange.
Like creatures from an earlier time.
The Id tries to assert its will.
The ego sure to disagree.
The super ego bids them both be still.
I just accept they’re part of me.
When other people look at me.
I wonder if they wonder too
If they can see reality.
I am not certain that I do.
Wednesday,02 December 2009
http: //blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I don't come in parts
I DON'T cOME IN PARTS
I
Can't
Give
You
Ha lf
Of
Me.
Because
I
Don't
CoM e
In
Parts! ! ! ! ! !
So if any resason that I don't fit in your plan of a whole, by all means walk and it will be easy for the both of us, because I DON'T COME IN PARTS.
poem by Clarence Williams
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The writing of good limericks you see
requires two parts insanitee -
two parts rhythyme
and three parts rhyme.
With that, you'll master the art completelee.
quote by by Otido Omukuba
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
Vote! | Copy!
For arousal
Females arouse males by their private parts
in all mammals, the parts well decked out.
In women they are hidden and buried.
Men sought their other parts for arousal.
23.09.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Well, I mean, we are developing the other parts, and we can't give quite all our attention to the upper part, but soon the lower parts will be developed, and the upper part and the lower part will become partners, that will be wonderful.
quote by Ninette de Valois
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Affirmations
In the slippings of my mind-
the errant misses
the missing blisses-
gather together all the remisses
all cousins
each making statements
proud and forelorn
joyous and now shorn
of all excuses and illusions
and pretty color smoke mirrors
to state simply and clearly
how each in accounting for itself
could explain
my great and small decisions
each bickering with one another
each casting subtle blame
as to how the other
had ruined me, my name
caused trouble and mayhem
whilst I looked on
saying:
'Each of you made me what I am
merely human.'
With a start they all looked up
one stating
'you are merely the sum
we are the parts
without us you lack meaning.'
'Yes, we' they said 'are your constituents
we gave birth you and all your musings
our parts are greater than your whole, true this.'
they said blending together in chorus.
They stepped back all celebrating their often stated contention;
We are all you are and can hope to be'
I blanched, stammering out my truth to wit:
'Parts are called parts because they are merely parts not wholes
and I am not you because I have in my life
assumulated all of you
and in doing so have become something other;
that you, mere parts, cannot comprehend having only the vantage point
of the past, while I present the Present Whole'
'Can a nose comprehend a face?
Can a mouth understand speech? '
'While all you parts are there
you are not my person whole
and that whole is who I am.'
'More' I said proudly
'even as each of you may be flawed
I am hope, promise and reality not a part
but the whole.
Each of you is not I, the whole.'
They all went slinking away from the shimmering light
my words bring.
I love this dream.
Each morning
it makes me wake smiling
from the knowledge
I can do anything I want;
After all it is My dream.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Audition
Life, a Play
In three parts, now
Is two parts done.
In this,
The final interval
We rearrange our scores,
The Orchestra, still poised
Will sit
To practice discords
At the pit.
Then like rent cloth
The curtains start,
The stage is lit;
And I would venture
At my part...
Were I not so
Afraid of it.
24 January 1984
poem by David Lewis Paget
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
True Story
they found him walking along the freeway
all red in
front
he had taken a rusty tin can
and cut off his sexual
machinery
as if to say --
see what you've done to
me? you might as well have the
rest.
and he put part of him
in one pocket and
part of him in
another
and that's how they found him,
walking
along.
they gave him over to the
doctors
who tried to sew the parts
back
on
but the parts were
quite contented
the way they
were.
I think sometimes of all of the good
ass
turned over to the
monsters of the
world.
maybe it was his protest against
this or
his protest
against
everything.
a one man
Freedom March
that never squeezed in
between
the concert reviews and the
baseball
scores.
God, or somebody,
bless
him.
Submitted by .eve.
poem by Charles Bukowski
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Face determines
Unless you see the woman’s face,
Her other parts you’ve admired
Would fall as hollow and zero.
Parts must connect their face to value.
You would rewrite your judgment
If her face fails your expectations.
An agreeable face only makes
Other parts of her agreeable.
28.06.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Pieces Of My Life
(words & music by troy seals)
A water glass full of whiskey
And women that I never knew too well
Lord, the things Ive seen and done
Most of which Id be ashamed to tell
I dont know how it started
But thats what makes a man a man, I guess
Now Im holdin on to nothing
Tryin to forget the rest
Im lookin back on my life
To see if I can find the pieces
I know that some were stolen
And some just blew away
Well, I found the bad parts
Found all the sad parts
But I guess I threw the best part away
Lord, the pieces of my life,
Theyre everywhere, theyre everywhere
And the one I think I miss most of all
Is you and you know who
song performed by by Elvis Presley
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Love Is Born
my heart makes up my body parts
and my body parts make up my heart.
for when love strikes you
it touches every part of your being
and this is what i'm seeing.
you get a cold chill, and your hairs
stand up on end.
this is a sign.
this is a trend.
it is felt in so many different forms
that's how love is born.
poem by Louis Rams
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The three most important parts a man has are, briefly, his private parts, his money and his religious beliefs.
quote by Samuel Butler
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Someone gave me a New Testament. I had never before read it systematically. Some parts made sense, some parts shocked me.
quote by Lionel Blue
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
May I say, if you were suddenly put into a woman's body, wouldn't you be slightly interested in your breasts, and why people look at certain parts of you, and why certain parts move like they do?
quote by Kristen Johnston
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Common sense steps in here and says: Separate the parts you want to be mobile from the parts you want to be inert. You have seen the result, and I know many have the skill to apply it.
quote by Lawrence Hargrave
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
If You But Want Me Too
If you but want me too
I will shelter you...
If you but desire me too
I shall lie alongside you...
You can stir beside me!
And I shall be aroused beside you!
If it's but within your soul
If it's but too within my heart
I'll stumble on your love in the dark
I'll unearth its ebony residence
And together we'll turn that key
And open the loneliest parts of you
In the most isolated parts of me.
And together in our hearts
We'll reside like the sun and rain
Like fire and ice
Like oil and water
But in a complementary role
Like night and day
Like Adam and Eve
You will be the truest measurement
The truest part of me as only
Opposites can be.
poem by Mark Heathcote
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!