I stepped from plank to plank
I stepped from plank to plank
So slow and cautiously;
The stars about my head I felt,
About my feet the sea.
I knew not but the next
Would be my final inch,--
This gave me that precarious gait
Some call experience.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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A single Clover Plank
A single Clover Plank
Was all that saved a Bee
A Bee I personally knew
From sinking in the sky —
'Twixt Firmament above
And Firmament below
The Billows of Circumference
Were sweeping him away —
The idly swaying Plank
Responsible to nought
A sudden Freight of Wind assumed
And Bumble Bee was not —
This harrowing event
Transpiring in the Grass
Did not so much as wring from him
A wandering "Alas" —
poem by Emily Dickinson
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The Democratic party of Florida has put a temperance plank in its platform and the Republican party of every state would nail that plank in their platform if they thought it would carry the election.
quote by Billy Sunday
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Whose Dream Is This Anyway?
Every day I walk the plank of this pirate ship
and hear voices saying
'Just keep going, take the risk.'
Risk? There is no risk on ships
with planks out over the sea.
What you have there is death and certainty.
'Other voices say, 'What are you doing?
Come back off that plank! '
I say 'Sure.
If I do, the pirates will simply
take their swords and run me through;
saber-death or drown in the sea
look to be the choices for me.
except:
I could get to the edge of the plank
open my wings and soar
leaving them all behind in astonishment.
Yeah, that's what I can do.
Now that is the beauty of a dream-
if you know what you are doing-
you can take control of your own dreams
and make things happen in the real world
by doing so.
So if the monster chases you in your dream
turn right around and face the monster
and say
'Whose dream is this anyway? '
Poof the monster is gone.
Try it some time
you'll see.
It's your dream
isn't it?
Pop some monster;
you feel better for it.
and it just might change your waking life too.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Suspended In Gaffa
Out in the garden
Theres half of a heaven,
And were only bluffing.
Were not ones for busting through walls,
But theyve told us
Unless we can prove
That were doing it,
We cant have it all.
Hes gonna wangle
A way to get out of it.
Shes an excuse
And a witness wholl talk when hes called.
But theyve told us
Unless we can prove
That were doing it,
We cant have it all.
We cant have it all.
I caught a glimpse of a god, all shining and bright.
Suddenly my feet are feet of mud.
It all goes slo-mo.
I dont know why Im crying.
Am I suspended in gaffa?
Not until Im ready for you,
Not until Im ready for you
Can I have it all.
I try to get nearer,
But as it gets clearer
Theres something appears in the way,
Its a plank in me eye,
With a camel
Whos trying to get through it,
Am I doing it?
Can I have it all now?
I pull out the plank and say
Thank you for yanking me back
To the fact that theres
Always something to distract.
But sometimes its hard
To know if Im doing it right.
Can I have it all?
Can I have it all now?
We cant have it all.
We all have a dream...maybe.
Suddenly my feet are feet of mud.
It all goes slo-mo.
I dont know why Im crying.
Am I suspended in gaffa?
Not until Im ready for you,
Not until Im ready for you
Can I have it all.
I wont open boxes
That I am told not to.
Im not a pandora.
Im much more like
That girl in the mirror.
Between you and me
She dont stand a chance of getting anywhere at all.
Not anywhere at all.
No, not a thing.
She cant have it all.
Mother, where are the angels? Im scared of the changes.
Suddenly my feet are feet of mud.
It all goes slo-mo.
I dont know why Im crying.
Am I suspended in gaffa?
Not until Im ready for you,
Not until Im ready for you
Can I have it all.
song performed by by Kate Bush
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There Shall Be No Blank Space Of This Jalousy
she broke a piece
of the window, a plank of glass
and the cat gets in at night
and sleeps on my favorite sofa
i never like this
i don't like a blank space where a cat slips in
and takes a portion of my sofa
this is strictly prohibited in my world
today the plank of glass is delivered
and there is no emptiness left along the lines of this
space
where the wind is free to
to get in and then move out like nothing happened
between the cat and the sofa.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Saccade
I am, from plank to plank,
each planck time, planck length link.
A trillion, trillion, trillion pass
before, therefore I think.
I wend a wilful way,
response to causal sway,
a world line traced by agency
and surface interplay.
I view a fractioned frieze,
a latticework of chinks,
like luminescent plankton seas,
with bright poetic winks.
poem by Diane Hine
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Weep Holes
Don't take us for the wall itself
For when the earthen plank behind the wall
Gets soaked through
We'll let the sorrow of burdonsome wetness
Flow through us
The soil sucks the trees' roots till now
Till now the sorrow of waters
hasn't reached the earthen plank behind the walls
Earth has not seen the woebegone face of the sky
The wall hasn't learnt to shed tears
Wind even now expects to blow the leaves away
Empty polythene bags sputter on roads
That never had trees planted on sides
People drink blood of their own climes
And grow like germs
Bonfire conflagrations ignite every where
Smoke has turned the flowers black
Butterflies' wings look ashen
The dream's face will bend under pressure
And break into smithereens
Let the moisture come!
Let the clouds of pains burst!
Let the sky's sorrow descend to the earth!
Don't consider us the wall itself
Don't think we're but worthless
For when the earthen plank behind the wall
Gets soaked
We'll be there to let the sorrow
Of burdensome wetness
flow through us
Look! Our eyes do not have tears
But the mud of our dreams.
(Translated by Dr. Satyapal Anand)
poem by Naseer Ahmed Nasir
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Thanks Be To Him
To Him, who I have not seen,
But whose words I have heard,
And touch I have felt,
A heart full of thanks.
I stood amidst the ocean,
With heavy wind and violent waves.
There came His voice,
And then His touch,
Like a plank of wood,
To a sinking man.
A simple word of thanks,
Is not all enough,
But now take this,
Thanks a lot, Thank you.
poem by Santhosh Vijayakumar
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I'm as thick as a plank.
quote by Princess Diana
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The Wisdom Of Eld
We spend our lives in learning pilotage,
And grow good steersmen when the vessel's crank!
Gap-toothed he spake, and with a tottering shank
Sidled to gain the sunny bench of Age.
It is the sentence which completes that stage;
A testament of wisdom reading blank.
The seniors of the race, on their last plank,
Pass mumbling it as nature's final page.
These, bent by such experience, are the band
Who captain young enthusiasts to maintain
What things we view, and Earth's decree withstand,
Lest dreaded Change, long dammed by dull decay,
Should bring the world a vessel steered by brain,
And ancients musical at close of day.
poem by George Meredith
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Where there is no bridge the smallest plank is of great value.
He who buys a house gets many a plank and nail for nothing.
It's difficult to build a boat plank against the wave.
At a bridge, a plank, a river, the servant foremost, the master behind.
I could feel the hackles on the back of my neck stiffening and I knew he felt the same way. Dog was meeting dog. Nobody knew it but the dogs and they weren't telling. He was bigger than I thought. The suggestion of power I had seen in his photographs was for real. When he moved it was with the ponderous grace of some jungle animal, dangerously deceptive, because he could move a lot faster if he had to. When we were ten feet away he pretended to see us for the first time and a wave of charm washed the cautious expression from his face and he stepped out to greet Dulcie with outstretched hand. But it wasn't her he was seeing. It was me he was watching. I was one of his own kind. I couldn't be faked out and wasn't leashed by the proprieties of society. I could lash out and kill as fast as he could and of all the people in the room, I was the potential threat. I knew what he felt because I felt the same way myself.
quote by Mickey Spillane
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Teleman, viola concerto
We were three close
Friends
When we were young
We go to a river
At the back
Of our house
There is a big
Plank of driftwood
And we all ride
On it as though
It were a big
Boat and our
Hands are paddles
We sail
And we laugh
The place
Is off limits
For us children
In fact
Father says
Beware
A big crocodile
Lives there
And swallows
A child in whole
We did not take
Heed
We are the
Hardheaded
Children and this
Something
Traumatic
On that river
At the back of
The house
Where the
Big plank
Of wood which
We ride on
Carried us
All laughing
To the other
Side
Only the two
Of us
Survived
What we heard
Was only a
Splash
And the river
Was staining
The color
Of blood
It was the splash
That swallowed
My hardheaded
Youth.
I remember
This teleman
Viola concerto
A burial
Without a
Dead body
Twas a simple
Floating of
A candle boat
On the river
And then
All the violins
And the viola
Sounded to the
Cry of the mother
Who never
Believed my
Story of a splash.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The maid that loves goes out to sea upon a shattered plank, and puts her trust in miracles for safety.
quote by Edward Young
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One Inch Tall
If you were only one inch tall, you'd ride a worm to school.
The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool.
A crumb of cake would be a feast
And last you seven days at least,
A flea would be a frightening beast
If you were one inch tall.
If you were only one inch tall, you'd walk beneath the door,
And it would take about a month to get down to the store.
A bit of fluff would be your bed,
You'd swing upon a spider's thread,
And wear a thimble on your head
If you were one inch tall.
You'd surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum.
You couldn't hug your mama, you'd just have to hug her thumb.
You'd run from people's feet in fright,
To move a pen would take all night,
(This poem took fourteen years to write--
'Cause I'm just one inch tall).
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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