The Sherman Act is similar in the economics sphere to the Bill of Rights in the personal sphere.
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Black Holle is a sphere that is born in the same sphere, parallel to it, from its matter, but displaced in time and space, another parallel universe.
Viorel Muha (July 2020)
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Picture Dealer
There were twin artists A. and B.
Who painted pictures two,
And hung them in my galley
For everyone to view;
The one exhibited by A.
The name "A Sphere" did bear,
While strangely brother B's display
Was catalogued: "A Square".
Now although A. (and this is queer)
Could squeeze a pretty tube,
The picture that he called a Sphere
Was blocky as a cube;
While B. (though no hint he disclosed
To pull the public leg)
The Square he placidly exposed
Was oval as an egg.
Thought I: To sell these pictures two
I never will be able;
There's only one thing I can do,
That's change around the label.
The rotund one I called a Sphere,
The cornered one a Square . . .
And yet, I thought: It's very queer,
Unbought they linger there.
Then strange as it may well appear,
Derision did I bare,
And blandly dubbed the Square a Sphere
And tabbed the Sphere a Square.
Behold the answer I had found,
For to my glad dismay
The curious came crowding round:
A sold the daubs next day.
Well, maybe A. and B. were right,
Not mugs like you and me,
With something missing in our sight
That only artists see.
So what it is and what it ain't
I'll never more discuss . . .
These guys believe in what they paint,
Or . . . are they spoofing us?
poem by Robert William Service
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The Framers of the Bill of Rights did not purport to ""create"" rights. Rather, they designed the Bill of Rights to prohibit our Government from infringing rights and liberties presumed to be preexisting.
quote by William J. Brennan, Jr.
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As a politician who cherishes religious conviction in his personal sphere, but regards politics as a domain belonging outside religion, I believe that this view is seriously flawed.
quote by Recep Tayyip Erdogan
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Memories
Our love is mixed with algae...
It is tasted with salt.
It is the first fruit of a great struggle for our freedom...
Our love,
sometimes like a spring breeze....
sometimes like a hurricane....
We can see the green waves crashing
And cooling the sand....
Between this old hot sand and the new salty waves
We can feel our perfect love,
We can see its ripples
And its shifting designs, left behind by the tide
And sculpted by our steps......
We can feel our angel,
That angel with injured wings,
We can hear him, still screaming,
We can see him in a sphere of air,
So well hidden.
Or maybe we are enclosed
In our sphere of reality,
Seemingly a dodecahedral geodesic sphere....
As though being hidden in psychological twilight.....
However,
We can hear the sound
That sound just like a screaming echo....
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Love's eternal sphere
Love's eternal sphere
Charm me with your eyesight
warm me with your breath
fire my urges into light
awake me from my death
Seduce me in your perfumed scent
and steal my clothes away
for in these sheets of love I meant
to shelter and next to you lay
Oh lure me into sensuality
come take me far from here
i'll drape our dress with melody
of love's eternal sphere
05-02-2008 Madrason
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Until He Appears
Just one person required to think me amazing,
just one voice desired to whisper I make him
crazy, only one pair of arms for a feeling of
sweet romance, as I listen entranced to the
voice in my mind and lean back in the arms
conjured by my thoughts
As I listen to my fantasy using the sounds
supplied by reality to create the atmosphere
in which I am cherished and I can love him
also, a sphere in which I can hear his every
thought and he can hear mine, in which I can
see his intents and he can see mine
A sphere in which our spirits intertwine, a magic
atmosphere in which we can dance to the original
tune of the universe, a sphere in which he is mine
and I can be his and I can feel his hand holding
mine, his heart blossoming to encompass mine,
his mind entering my dreams
What a wonderful thought, what a bewitching way
to while the time away until he appears
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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It is high time to compel man by the might of right to give woman her political, legal and social rights. She will find her own sphere in accordance with her capacities, powers and tastes; and yet she will be woman still.
quote by Ernestine Rose
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A fragment of memory
like death
the body that
dissolves into dust,
bones and
nothingness,
the spirit dissipates
to its sources
- the moon, the sun
and the distant stars -
forces that had come
together in a synergy
to form a child that was me
they return to their respective
sphere on my last breathe
and until these similar sources
meet again, i am but
a fragment of your memory
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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On Reading Mr. Theodore Watt’s Sonnet, ‘The Sonnet’s Voice’
An art grows up from year to year:
The critic weighs the utmost gains,
The last result, the perfect sphere,
Not the steps, but what remains;
Sees the analogue, ebb and flow,—
Beautiful, yes, look at it near,—
The flow, the ebb returning so,—
It is at last art's perfect sphere.
But not the less our Shakespeare knew
Another way; by full discourse
To show his picture as it grew,
Worked out in many-sided force.
Then when the heart can wish no more,
With a strong couplet bars the door.
poem by William Bell Scott
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The Beggar Of The Spiritual
my body is telling me something
i ignore it
it screams on the street
i am not affected
people who hear and say something about
a complaining body
do not influence me
i am telling my body that i hear it completely
and by saying so
i assure it that i am not ignoring it
and it demands
that i do something about a neglect
but i am not into this anymore
i am not in the mood for a physical cure
that realm of the epidermal
sphere
i am into something more
the parallel divine sphere
that i have not spoken to
for years
as it is ignoring me
like i have the leprosy of the spirit
i am begging and kneeling
before it
it is getting even
it is still ignoring me
but i am not stopping
i am
and will always be unhappy
if i cannot have
it finally
when the door is opened
and then
i am in
at the end
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Wheel
Free us from the sphere that surrounds us,
A shape that haunts us and decides our living.
We wanted freedom of a different sort,
A face is contorted by this freedom
And changes it to liberty, the extreme sort.
We calculate the life that begins to radiate beauty,
And inside the sphere is a circle that is perfect,
A hidden quality always worthy and special.
A circle is not a three-sided shape,
But a special line of fortune.
We can never be triangular,
It makes no sense, but the wheel is all we need
To walk in freedom all over this Earth.
poem by Naveed Akram
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0146 Contemplation's Metaphysical
The height and depth and length and breadth of God -
that's what is promised to contemplatives:
and God, the sphere whose centre's everywhere
and whose circumference is nowhere found:
geometry without coordinates
and integral beyond all integers,
description of the indescribable -
can this reveal the measure of godliness?
God's height: the soul, which knows but upward flight;
God's depth: the depthless deep of human heart;
God's breadth: the mind with limits beyond sight;
God's length: how long He'll wait, while we're apart;
this does but limn the sphere which yet awaits
the soul and heart and mind which contemplates.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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A Golden Sphere
A golden sphere is lifting up so slowly in the east,
The eye is looking towards it, and seeing such a feast,
Blazing with bands of colour, and giving a wondrous heat,
A view that to each observer, is something so complete.
The sphere goes on its journey, and starts slowly rising,
In different coloured guises, it begins such advertising,
Above the trees and fields, of this silent waiting land,
With a spectacle so splendid, so magnificent and grand.
A whole range of hues are seen, within this fiery glow,
Changing as the hours pass by, it then starts sinking low,
And if seen in splendid glory, is a wonderful imposing sight,
Out to the west, where it disappears into our moonlit night.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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A fraction of the mental sphere
dawdle a line over white
a meteor has shuttled
through space,
a fraction of the white
the distance the time
it travels from your mind
to the piece of white
two inches in one's mental sphere
equal two million miles in space
space steals its way from mental sphere
the way you chart the line in white,
that catches only a fraction of the mind
put space and mind side by side
the latter would convulse as it
charts its own boundlessness
beyond the former
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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I had moved out of the Edison Hotel because I couldn't pay the bill and was living at the Lincoln Hotel, where I couldn't pay the bill either, but it was cheaper.
quote by Allan Sherman
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Home In The Sky
Come the morning ill be far from here
Slowly rising in another sphere
Old world goodbye cause Ill be
Home in the sky in the morning bye bye
Stars are crying over my old house
But Im still breathing happy above the clouds
Home
Home at last because
All of the bad times are past
Music is a lady that I still love
Cause she gives me the air that I breathe
Music is a lady that I still need
Cause she brings me the food that I eat
Come the morning ill be far from here
Slowly rising in another sphere
Home, world goodbye
Cause ill be home in the sky in the morning
Byebye
song performed by by Cat Stevens
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Dont You Think It's Time?
children have rights,
women have rights.
lovers have rights.
people of all religions,
and even atheists have rights.
people of all colors,
speaking every language have rights.
trees and rivers have rights.
cats and dogs have rights.
cattle have rights,
homeless people have rights.
prisoners have rights.
democrats and republicans have rights,
even socialists have rights.
the jobless have rights,
old people have rights...
and the hungry have
the right to be fed!
damnit! dont you think it's time?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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If Ever I Be A Teacher
If ever in my life
I'll be able
To be a teacher
On behalf my worth
Behalf mine own talents
That's my first liking
My best amusement
I shall try
To find it out
The heartly emotions
The brain-wave motions
Of students
As what they like
To be in their life
What's their own desire
What's their liking shire
I'll try my best affair
To shape them well
To their long'd sphere.
Now, how shalt I build my fortune
Depends upon mine own adventures.
Yet I, forever, my best shall play
Their best Fortune
To clasp day by day.
For everywhere-
Mine eyes do witness
The disappointed ones
With burden'd thoughts
They look before and after
To have a breath
In the sphere of freedom
But all is to bear
What they cant
Beliwered, doubtful and all confused
By the end at final reckoning
They come across
But what is Nothing.
Vivek Tiwari
09/11/2005
poem by Vivek Tiwari
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Downloading The World
well it is nothing great
this whole realm
could be downloaded
into a space
smaller than the tiniest disc
everything reduced into energy
onto a disc where things move, live,
or stay stationery driven by energised thought
our universe the size of this thought
how much we see is how much we want to see
what we think becomes what we are
thoughts are set by the master
some springing from thought itself
a renewal of energy is actually death
the cursor that disappears for a moment
comes back to shine again
energy spirals from sphere to sphere
cell to cell, space to space
- in a little shiny disc that contains
the whole universe
and we are already in one
somewhere among billions of discs
in a container smaller than a cigarette box
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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