The two gentlemen were engrossed in an intense dispute over what looked like a broken watermelon. The opportunity was grand, and I took it. I snatched the carton of blueberries that I so fixated upon and I walked right out the door. No one said a word.
goofball lizards
tree in bloom
nature calls
upon her loom
after you’ve answered
the call of the wild
tea time soothes –
it’s glorious time –
carry it with you
the emerald rhyme
It wasn’t his stubborn nature that caused the dispute to be endless, but the solemnity of the topic. The Gods had eternity, and they chose to use it to argue.
There was nothing left to say. When you can’t do anything, what can you do? That was the Zen koan that Alan was taught. This argument, his mother, both impossible and hopeless.
A WAY TO FIGHT FOR A CAUSE, TO ARGUE OVER A FACT, STATISTIC OR OPINION, TO DISPUTE IS ALSO TO DISAGREE OVER SOME ASPECT RAISED BY PEOPLE, COMMENLY A FACT IN LAW
The dispute is about the native expectations and the invaders refusal to light the way with improved settlements and required incentives. The dispute falls into two categories, beautiful and unending. The dispute rains when it pours. The dispute refuses to deny itself, and often wears a fake mustache to sneak past the press, The dispute has confessed in private it does not want the vacation home at St. Simon’s. The dispute just wants to have fun.
Es ist eine Schande! Wirklich!
Ich verlasse den Saal und alle Aufmerksamkeit verschwindet wie die letzte Wärme, die zuvor noch gegeben war.
Ihr solltet mehr an euch arbeiten, mehr an eure Zukunft denken!
Mensch! Und wo ist nun meine Kreide hin? Wo?!
She had giving up oh the dispute with him. He didn’t have any evidence that backed his argument except the words “I love you.” she laughed and told him that it was just how she looked in the light.
I had an argument with a beachelor the other day. He said that I should wear more energetic pants. Of course, how would he know? He’s a bachelor! I told gim to lay off. I know what kind of pants I should be wearing. But he stormed off in a huff. I forgot to mention to him I was a bachelor too, but I was too annoyed to care. That’s what this dispute was all about.
He argued to his wife that chocolate was good for one’s health, however… despite eating a bar a day, he was still dying. As he uttered his last breath and tasted his last bar of chocolate, she repremanded him: “See, chocolate kills.” But he just swallowed and smiled, and said, “Which is worse for my health: me eating chocolate, or you wasting my last moments on this dispute?” Then he died.
From then on, the wife ate a piece of chocolate every day.
here we go again butting heads. I’m right, no you’re right. Is there a truth, capital T, TRUTH? Or are we just butting egos? Can’t we just flip a coin? Or arm wrestle? Get it over with and move on, rather than churning our differences?
why dispute the questions that we have
we know the answers are resolute at hand
as we push in for the truth
and find fault in place
we run with our hands covering our face
Well dispute. It is spelt D I S P U T E. It starts with D, dog also starts with d, or dig or delicate or many things. Then I, theres many words with I like I as in I ate a pie. or igloo or indian. sandwich starts with s. picnic starts with p, i would like to go on a picnic. underwear is what u starts with and tummy starts with T and elephant starts with e. DISPUTE
there’s an ongoing dispute that will never be resolved. and when i say never i mean never. the dispute is creation versus evolution. even when we reach the pearly gates and others are burning in the fires of hell, it is human stubbornness that will keep them believing the lies.
we had a fight the other day. he threw his nasty words my way and made me cry. all he did was stare and all i could do was sit there on my knees and look up at him through watery eyes. i love this man so much but how can we exist together when all we creat is chaos? i want to be with him but… is it worth losing myself?
The dispute ended agreeably. He and I settled our differences, for the better… or so we both supposed. The settled dispute rested our stomachs, yet aroused our brains. We needed to fix something, and it was not going to end so easily… not this time.
I kept looking over at him. My mind was made up. he couldn’t keep me waiting like this. I glanced at the clock, then back at him. so much time has passed since I first disputed his claim on me. Now I am wishing that I hadn’t. He glanced over his shoulder at me, causeing the sun to glint off of his dark red hair in such a marvolous way. Did I really dispute that I was his girl? Was I really that stupid? Yes, I told myself, It seems that I am…
A major problem with you and me, hyung, is that I can’t hear you and you can’t hear me. You’re always singing and my voice isn’t strong enough to reach you. I want to say I love you, hyung, but sometimes I don’t think that my voice is enough.
Ahhh, this is so hard, dispute. I was just discussing this with a friend, about my old softball team. Teams often dispute amongst themselves, but they need to remember that the more you compete and dispute amongst yourselves, the less energy you have to compete as a team!
The dispute had gone on long enough. Both families had had blood shed over it. It no longer mattered who controled the river. It was changing it’s course and way. And Boones were no longer farming
there was a time in my youth, a dispute in which i was not the victor. this calamity did not take place quickly, nor did it take place over a vast period of time. you could say it was, simply put, ridiculous, but you would be wrong.
It was the only time I’ve ever heard them fight, the only time I recall anyway, and it was of course, over me. My sisters were away, some boarding school I presume, and my parents fought in the kitchen, my mother helping the chef pick out supper. My father rant about my surprising progress, and my mother blocked it out completely for awhile anyway. Then she snapped back something I didn’t understand. Something about an arbor. It really didn’t make any sense. My father began to laugh.
The most famous dispute of all time, “Should I stay or should I go?” is not even really a dispute. If you’re sitting there singing those lyrics to yourself, then obviously leaving is probably the most logical choice, but we don’t always make the most logical decisions, now do we?
The most famous dispute of all time, “Should I stay or should I go?” is not even really a dispute. If you’re sitting there singing those lyrics to yourself, then obviously leaving is probably the most logical choice, but we don’t always make the most logical decisions, now do we?
The most famous dispute of all time, “Should I stay or should I go?” is not even really a dispute. If you’re sitting there singing those lyrics to yourself, then obviously leaving is probably the most logical choice, but we don’t always make the most logical decisions, now do we?
disputes aren’t fun. I really hate them especially since I am a very positive chill relaxed person. I avoid disputes because lots of times they escalate into something more than a little quarrel. Not a good time.
The court room’s quiet as I deliver my final statement. The jury’s been here for weeks and wants this thing over with, but where’s my client? I think he slipped away from the guards in the bathroom. How will he get those hand cuffs off. He has such tiny wrists.
The dispute started simply enough. An argument over which neighbor was responsible for trimming the hedge. How could anyone have known it’d end up with murder and the burning of that murdered neighbors house?
dispute
argument
i can not resolve this
too passive agressive
i can not bring myself to face this
so many inner conflicts that are burning away inside me, unable to resolve
don’t look at me
i deal with disputes every day, whether small or large.. like a small arguement with a classmate or a huge blowout with my best friend about something actually valid to argue about..
regardless i think disputes are healthy, why not get it all out on the table and solve a problem then just move on.. i learn from every dispute!
the tendency to have a difference of opinion is a natural as the tendency to breath. the problem with humans is that we tend to think that everyone must be converted to our way of thinking instead of understanding that different strokes for different folks. Maybe the key is learning to appreciate all the differences in each and every one.
The two gentlemen were engrossed in an intense dispute over what looked like a broken watermelon. The opportunity was grand, and I took it. I snatched the carton of blueberries that I so fixated upon and I walked right out the door. No one said a word.
goofball lizards
tree in bloom
nature calls
upon her loom
after you’ve answered
the call of the wild
tea time soothes –
it’s glorious time –
carry it with you
the emerald rhyme
it was the worst of all the days we had. it was a dangerous dispute. it made me leave and never look back.
now, we’re gone forever.
The dispute was no longer discreet. I could not take this shit any longer so I grabbed my things and left my heart on his doorstep.
It wasn’t his stubborn nature that caused the dispute to be endless, but the solemnity of the topic. The Gods had eternity, and they chose to use it to argue.
There was nothing left to say. When you can’t do anything, what can you do? That was the Zen koan that Alan was taught. This argument, his mother, both impossible and hopeless.
Conflict, resolution. Disputes are necessary in order for things to progress and get better.
A WAY TO FIGHT FOR A CAUSE, TO ARGUE OVER A FACT, STATISTIC OR OPINION, TO DISPUTE IS ALSO TO DISAGREE OVER SOME ASPECT RAISED BY PEOPLE, COMMENLY A FACT IN LAW
The dispute is about the native expectations and the invaders refusal to light the way with improved settlements and required incentives. The dispute falls into two categories, beautiful and unending. The dispute rains when it pours. The dispute refuses to deny itself, and often wears a fake mustache to sneak past the press, The dispute has confessed in private it does not want the vacation home at St. Simon’s. The dispute just wants to have fun.
Es ist eine Schande! Wirklich!
Ich verlasse den Saal und alle Aufmerksamkeit verschwindet wie die letzte Wärme, die zuvor noch gegeben war.
Ihr solltet mehr an euch arbeiten, mehr an eure Zukunft denken!
Mensch! Und wo ist nun meine Kreide hin? Wo?!
She had giving up oh the dispute with him. He didn’t have any evidence that backed his argument except the words “I love you.” she laughed and told him that it was just how she looked in the light.
Far too much of this in the world, over far too insignificant things. Often leads to conflict. Sometimes can be productive.
I had an argument with a beachelor the other day. He said that I should wear more energetic pants. Of course, how would he know? He’s a bachelor! I told gim to lay off. I know what kind of pants I should be wearing. But he stormed off in a huff. I forgot to mention to him I was a bachelor too, but I was too annoyed to care. That’s what this dispute was all about.
He argued to his wife that chocolate was good for one’s health, however… despite eating a bar a day, he was still dying. As he uttered his last breath and tasted his last bar of chocolate, she repremanded him: “See, chocolate kills.” But he just swallowed and smiled, and said, “Which is worse for my health: me eating chocolate, or you wasting my last moments on this dispute?” Then he died.
From then on, the wife ate a piece of chocolate every day.
here we go again butting heads. I’m right, no you’re right. Is there a truth, capital T, TRUTH? Or are we just butting egos? Can’t we just flip a coin? Or arm wrestle? Get it over with and move on, rather than churning our differences?
An arguement started between two neighbours one Satuday morning. Theybegan to get red in the face and wave their
why dispute the questions that we have
we know the answers are resolute at hand
as we push in for the truth
and find fault in place
we run with our hands covering our face
Well dispute. It is spelt D I S P U T E. It starts with D, dog also starts with d, or dig or delicate or many things. Then I, theres many words with I like I as in I ate a pie. or igloo or indian. sandwich starts with s. picnic starts with p, i would like to go on a picnic. underwear is what u starts with and tummy starts with T and elephant starts with e. DISPUTE
there’s an ongoing dispute that will never be resolved. and when i say never i mean never. the dispute is creation versus evolution. even when we reach the pearly gates and others are burning in the fires of hell, it is human stubbornness that will keep them believing the lies.
we had a fight the other day. he threw his nasty words my way and made me cry. all he did was stare and all i could do was sit there on my knees and look up at him through watery eyes. i love this man so much but how can we exist together when all we creat is chaos? i want to be with him but… is it worth losing myself?
The dispute ended agreeably. He and I settled our differences, for the better… or so we both supposed. The settled dispute rested our stomachs, yet aroused our brains. We needed to fix something, and it was not going to end so easily… not this time.
I kept looking over at him. My mind was made up. he couldn’t keep me waiting like this. I glanced at the clock, then back at him. so much time has passed since I first disputed his claim on me. Now I am wishing that I hadn’t. He glanced over his shoulder at me, causeing the sun to glint off of his dark red hair in such a marvolous way. Did I really dispute that I was his girl? Was I really that stupid? Yes, I told myself, It seems that I am…
A major problem with you and me, hyung, is that I can’t hear you and you can’t hear me. You’re always singing and my voice isn’t strong enough to reach you. I want to say I love you, hyung, but sometimes I don’t think that my voice is enough.
I fucking hate the way you treat me. I’ve never fought with anyone like this before. Get off your high horse: you are not better than me!
Ahhh, this is so hard, dispute. I was just discussing this with a friend, about my old softball team. Teams often dispute amongst themselves, but they need to remember that the more you compete and dispute amongst yourselves, the less energy you have to compete as a team!
The dispute had gone on long enough. Both families had had blood shed over it. It no longer mattered who controled the river. It was changing it’s course and way. And Boones were no longer farming
there was a time in my youth, a dispute in which i was not the victor. this calamity did not take place quickly, nor did it take place over a vast period of time. you could say it was, simply put, ridiculous, but you would be wrong.
It was the only time I’ve ever heard them fight, the only time I recall anyway, and it was of course, over me. My sisters were away, some boarding school I presume, and my parents fought in the kitchen, my mother helping the chef pick out supper. My father rant about my surprising progress, and my mother blocked it out completely for awhile anyway. Then she snapped back something I didn’t understand. Something about an arbor. It really didn’t make any sense. My father began to laugh.
Arguements had between prosecutors and defense attorneys. Disagreements on ideals and beliefs.
The most famous dispute of all time, “Should I stay or should I go?” is not even really a dispute. If you’re sitting there singing those lyrics to yourself, then obviously leaving is probably the most logical choice, but we don’t always make the most logical decisions, now do we?
The most famous dispute of all time, “Should I stay or should I go?” is not even really a dispute. If you’re sitting there singing those lyrics to yourself, then obviously leaving is probably the most logical choice, but we don’t always make the most logical decisions, now do we?
The most famous dispute of all time, “Should I stay or should I go?” is not even really a dispute. If you’re sitting there singing those lyrics to yourself, then obviously leaving is probably the most logical choice, but we don’t always make the most logical decisions, now do we?
disputes aren’t fun. I really hate them especially since I am a very positive chill relaxed person. I avoid disputes because lots of times they escalate into something more than a little quarrel. Not a good time.
The court room’s quiet as I deliver my final statement. The jury’s been here for weeks and wants this thing over with, but where’s my client? I think he slipped away from the guards in the bathroom. How will he get those hand cuffs off. He has such tiny wrists.
this is a fight. anger. disagreement.
it rhymes with quite a few words.
disputes are quarrels. quarrels rhymes with squirrels.
i recently had a dispute of my own, i had one of my own of these disputes.
it was with another person. i had a dispute with someone else.
i don’t want to think about it anymore.
thinking about it makes me want to vomit.
The dispute started simply enough. An argument over which neighbor was responsible for trimming the hedge. How could anyone have known it’d end up with murder and the burning of that murdered neighbors house?
dispute
argument
i can not resolve this
too passive agressive
i can not bring myself to face this
so many inner conflicts that are burning away inside me, unable to resolve
don’t look at me
It’s obvious now..there’s nothing left to dispute..I’m head over heels.
i deal with disputes every day, whether small or large.. like a small arguement with a classmate or a huge blowout with my best friend about something actually valid to argue about..
regardless i think disputes are healthy, why not get it all out on the table and solve a problem then just move on.. i learn from every dispute!
the tendency to have a difference of opinion is a natural as the tendency to breath. the problem with humans is that we tend to think that everyone must be converted to our way of thinking instead of understanding that different strokes for different folks. Maybe the key is learning to appreciate all the differences in each and every one.