Competition is the spice of sports; but if you make spice the whole meal you'll be sick.
quote by George Leonard
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Whose design is this?
How, if food is without spice?
How, if life goes without spice?
Spice is variety.
Variety is option for change.
The left out one is cursed
And the one acquired is blessed.
The user is ever jubilant.
12.0.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The talking animal's
As I become, a fictitious narrative.
Creating a fable story, about a dog, cat and a mice.
The dog name Bog, the cat name Spat, and the mice is Spice.
Bog said to Spat, why are you chasing Spice?
Spat said, because, I want some of that rodent slice's.
So, you want to cut him into piece's.
I am hungry, Bog! Spice come to me, I protect you?
Okay Bog, I hope you really, going to protect me.
Spat get back, please! I don't want to hurt you?
So you think im a cat; I can't beat you?
We going to find out, Spat the big alley cat.
Bog the little mutt; you a bluff Bog.
Spat, end up, chasing the both of them.
poem by Derrick Clark
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A Recipe
I found the best joint of beef, put him on ice,
just until I was hungry,
warmed the pot with a little spice...nice,
I do like some spice
and then, put the oven on to heat.
Took the big, fresh man out of the cooler
let him simmer for about a month
while I teased, prodded and skewered
with my wit and charms,
to see if he were done, yum, yum
Then when he was very hot and tender,
cooked right through to the bone,
I served him up with all the trimmings.
He looked so juicy sitting by the fireplace
I just couldn't help myself,
I gorged on his flesh until he was all gone.
poem by Ruth Walters
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The Spice-Tree
This is the song
The spice-tree sings:
"Hunger and fire,
Hunger and fire,
Sky-born Beauty—
Spice of desire,"
Under the spice-tree
Watch and wait,
Burning maidens
And lads that mate.
The spice-tree spreads
And its boughs come down
Shadowing village and farm and town.
And none can see
But the pure of heart
The great green leaves
And the boughs descending,
And hear the song that is never ending.
The deep roots whisper,
The branches say:—
"Love to-morrow,
And love to-day,
And till Heaven's day,
And till Heaven's day."
The moon is a bird's nest in its branches,
The moon is hung in its topmost spaces.
And there, to-night, two doves play house
While lovers watch with uplifted faces.
Two doves go home
To their nest, the moon.
It is woven of twigs of broken light,
With threads of scarlet and threads of gray
And a lining of down for silk delight.
To their Eden, the moon, fly home our doves,
Up through the boughs of the great spice-tree;—
And one is the kiss I took from you,
And one is the kiss you gave to me.
poem by Vachel Lindsay
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Baby sister
50% Sugar
40% Spice
10% Nice
You are a little star in my life
My baby sister your the sweetest thing
the greatest gift the Angels could bring
Take my hand little sister
and dont let go
Coz its your smile that makes my day brighter
O' I love you with all my heart
as friends as sisters we will never part
50% Suger
40% Spice
10% Nice
You are a little star in my life
poem by Jacqueline Louw
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Consumed With Complexities
One's life is consumed with complexities.
The more one chooses with a decision,
To become duplicitous as we see others.
Since variety has become the spice of life,
As long as it is deemed available.
And accessible within one's reach.
A simplicity does not come easy,
For those seeking a basicness to live.
Once competition is discovered and practiced,
As a challenge one believes is needed...
One's consciousness opposes rejection,
With a wanting to 'get' and not to miss a thing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Add To This Spice With Equal Excitement
Have you ever been mistaken as shallow?
Because of an image your presence gives?
Have you ever been thought of as less than human,
And more like a novelty to entertain those inquisitive.
And those private conversations,
You conduct in the strictest of confidence...
Soon becomes those whispers gossiped,
With you as the topic on misiformed lips.
You will get over it,
IF there is no attempt to refute innuendos.
Instead...
Be creative.
Start some outlandish rumors of your own making.
Why go it alone?
Add to this spice with equal excitement.
No one will ever know...
How you keep rejuvenating your peace.
Why go it alone?
In your home why be the one up late,
Because of what others say...
Keeps you from a restful sleep.
Be creative.
Add to this spice with equal excitement.
Remember...
No one will ever know...
How you keep rejuvenating your peace.
Or how you manage to appear so youthful!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do You Want it Warm Or Hot?
If you want more of this,
There's no need to lick the pot.
I've got it...
To give.
And if you want more of this,
There is no need to stop.
I've got it...
To give.
Do you want it warm or hot?
I'm in the kitchen whipping up more of this.
Do you want it warm or hot?
Would you like some spice with a bit of risk?
Do you want it warm or hot?
Some might prefer to sip before they trip.
Do you want it warm or hot?
If you want more of this,
There's no need to lick the pot.
I've got it...
To give.
And if you want more of this,
There is no need to stop.
I've got it...
To give.
Now do you want it warm or hot?
Be comfortable, relax and have a seat.
Do you want it warm or hot?
What I fix for you no one can beat.
Do you want it warm or hot?
I've got it...
To give.
I know what I do will make you pleased.
Do you want it warm or hot?
I've got it...
To give.
I'm in the kitchen whipping up more of this.
Do you want it warm or hot?
Would you like some spice with a bit of risk?
Do you want it warm or hot?
I've got it...
To give.
Now do you want it warm or hot?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Banapple Gas
Banapple gas, oh banapple gas
Everybodys sniffing it banapple gas
O-o alas!
All the world is stuck on it banapple gas.
Does it do you good, make you better
Set you healthy when youre bed-tied?
Well I dont know if it makes you well...
But it must be healthy
cause it dont smell.
Banapple gas, oh banapple gas
Everybodys living on banapple gas
O-o alas!
All the world is grooving on banapple gas.
Do you know what goes inside to make it
What kind of strange spice makes it right?
Well I dont know what kind of spice
But it must be healthy cause its sterilized.
Banapple gas...banapple gas
Give me more banapple gas
O-o...o-o-o
Does it help you smile more to wake up
Make you happy just to be alive?
Well I dont know if it makes you happy...
But it must be healthy
cause its certified.
Banapple gas, oh banapple gas
All the world is breathing banapple gas
O-o alas!
No one knows whats inside it banapple gas
Oh banapple gas.
song performed by by Cat Stevens
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Thats What Love Is Made Of
You take sugar and spice
Everything nice
And you got a little girl
You take snakes and snails
Some puppy dog tails
And you got a little boy
Thats what love is made of
Thats what love is made of
Snakes snails puppy dog tails
Sugar and spice and everything nice
Yeah yeah all right
Something else to do
You take a walk by the sea
Two hearts on a tree
And you got a little gladness
Blue eyes cry
Two hearts say goodbye
And you got a little sadness
Thats what love is made of
Thats what love is made of
Hearts say goodbye
Eyes start to cry
Heart on a tree
Walk by the sea
Snakes snails puppy dog tails
Sugar and spice everything nice
Yeah yeah all right
One more thing
You take a cruel word spoken
Pride gets broken
And you got a little break-up
You take a little bit of soul
Sweet words being told
And you got a little make-up
Thats what love is made of
Thats what love is made of
Words being told
With a little bit of soul
Pride gets broken
Cruel words spoken
Hearts say goodbye
Eyes start to cry
Walk by the sea
Snkaes snails puppy dog tails
Sugar and spice everything nice
Yeah yeah all right
song performed by by Michael Jackson
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A January Fear
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
My class is all here
Down to each little sneer
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Those cute little creatures
Have nothing to fear
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Still knowing that teacher's
not entirely all here
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Each little tear
Makes it perfectly clear
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
A day off is coming
And hopefully near
a sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
It's harder and harder
Maintaining my leer
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Perhaps my behavior's
becoming quite queer
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Perhaps in the morning
I'll call in and cheer
A SICK DAY A SICK DAY
I GOT A PAIN IN MY EAR
Alas...I can hear my principle sneer
With a resigning smirk easy to hear
NO SICK DAY NO SICK DAY
SORRY MY DEAR
NO SICK DAYS NO SICK DAYS
REMAINING THIS YEAR
poem by Robert John Meehan
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No Spice In My Rice
I still uneasily and unceasingly wonder
Why most females, beautiful and un-beautiful commit blunder
Whenever in the kitchen they cook
Not even after they might have visited the recipe book.
The lady I call my girl is just so lazy
Friends and well-wishers believe she's just a bit crazy
Since with all the available spice
She couldn't make decent rice.
Every of her meal is a coup
It's a pity; she couldn't make the cheapest soup
And to cover up her unpalatable blunder
She always place the blame on another.
So, always with a gentle and humble heart
I plead with her to step up her cooking art
That a dark, probably white beautiful cooking ace
Might not out of carelessness take her rightful place.
poem by Olajide Ajibola
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Margo Wants The Mustard
I watch her move up and down the beach, well
The fellows drool, but shes out of their reach, and
These are not a part of the scheme, but
Let them hope, and let them dream
So many dreams in the mind of the men, well
Come to life through a good one love
Margo walks in another place, well
Its in their minds, and its on her face
Some like it cool
Some like it hot
Some give a little
Some give a lot
Some wanna give everything that theyve got
Margo wants the mustard
Yeh, she needs a little spice
Margo wants the mustard
Then shell spread it on real light
Margo wants the mustard
Yeh, shell never ever stop
Margo wants the mustard
It will take her to the top
Shes only got to smile that way when
It lifts your heart, throws your troubles away, and
When she moves, well Ive got to say
This rhythm method goes a long, long way
Its in the bones, and its in the head
This precious thing has got to be fed, well
I shouldnt say, but it must be said
Its even better when its in your bed
Some like it cool
Some like it hot
Some give a little
Some give a lot
Some wanna give everything that theyve got
Margo wants the mustard
Yeh, she needs a little spice
Margo wants the mustard
Then shell spread it on real light
Margo wants the mustard
Shell never ever stop
Margo wants the mustard
It will take her to the top
(a wop bop a loo mop, a lop bom bom)
[classic es solo]
I cant explain what she motivates, but
Its all around, but its hard to relate
It must be close to heavenly bliss though
How I wish I could follow this and
Splashing out all over the place
Pour it all over the human race, yeh
I may be starting another sin, but
Sit right back, watch the fun begin
Some like it cool
Some like it hot
Some give a little
Some give a lot
Some wanna give everything that theyve got
Margo wants the mustard
Yeh, she needs a little spice
Margo wants the mustard
Then shell spread it on real light
Margo wants the mustard
Yeh, shell never ever stop
Margo wants the mustard
It will take her to the top
Margo wants the mustard
Yeh, she needs a little spice
Margo wants the mustard
Then shell spread it on real light
Margo wants the mustard
Yeh, shell never ever stop
Margo wants the mustard
It will take her to the top...
song performed by by 10 Cc
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I think life is sort of like a competition, whether it's in sports, or it's achieving in school, or it's achieving good relationships with people. And competition is a little bit of what it's all about.
quote by Sanford I. Weill
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Science would be ruined if (like sports) it were to put competition above everything else, and if it were to clarify the rules of competition by withdrawing entirely into narrowly defined specialties. The rare scholars who are nomads-by-choice are essential to the intellectual welfare of the settled disciplines.
quote by Benoit Mandelbrot
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Think Twice
Maybe
May be
Maybe we ought to think twice
before we start something nice
no need to sacrifice the spice in our lives...oh oh oh
Your loves like fire and ice
that's why we ought to think twice baby
no need to sacrifice the spice in our lives...oh oh oh
I really love you
you know I do
I really love you
you know its true
I really love you
You know I do
I really love you
You know its true
(instrumental)
You know I love you baby
you know i do
You know I love you baby
you know I do
think twice
think twice
You know I love you baby
you know I do
think twice
think twice
you know I love you baby
You know I do
think twice
think twice
I really love you
World wide underground
song performed by by Erykah Badu
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My commitment to Atlanta and passion for sports and competition make this acquisition a perfect fit for me.
quote by Arthur Blank
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The Critic
I HAD a fellow as my guest,
Not knowing he was such a pest,
And gave him just my usual fare;
He ate his fill of what was there,
And for desert my best things swallow'd,
Soon as his meal was o'er, what follow'd?
Led by the Deuce, to a neighbour he went,
And talk'd of my food to his heart's content:
"The soup might surely have had more spice,
The meat was ill-brown'd, and the wine wasn't nice."
A thousand curses alight on his head!
'Tis a critic, I vow! Let the dog be struck dead!
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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We were the Spice Boys.
quote by George Harrison
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