The Fast Frigate Regatta on the Patuxent River" The Novel Idea"
is spoken to inspire the formation of a Organization to do so.
From idea to commandment the Work-to-do into a Work-in-process
could create a new sporting event
that could bring travelers and revenue to our area.
This is an idea to be welcomed by many-many river
loving people. The Culture of watermen is know thing new
to this area. A Provincial Council decree in 1678 mentioned Ferry
Operations here: and don't forget The modern naval station
located at the river's mouth was constructed between 1942–1943.
We have a long history here in the Patuxent River Valley and River.
World Class Competition that is aimed at showcasing the competitive edge
of River Racing. Terms and Terminology often associated with River Racing Includes.
concepts like technical, high-speed maneuvers on moving water. Other terms include phrases like,
whitewater disciplines.Feathering,Luff, Luffing etc. etc.
crucial for generating revenue and competitive advantage.
or non-physical assets that lack physical form.
There lives a gentleman from Luff
Who walks everywhere in the buff
His weeny is teeny
He calls it his winky
A stump that can't fill a cream puff.
Ladies would be left in despair
But he didn't really care
He got what he wanted
Frustrated, they taunted
And decided give him a scare.
They tied him to an 'lectric chair
Placed electrodes on you know where
They pulled down on the switch
His stump started to twitch
It stood bright like a giant flare
You'd think he would very happy
Making a stump long and snazzy
The women were smiling
The man was now crying
Wink shrivelled, weirdly and badly
From that day he always wore clothes
With women he instantly froze
He's fearful of leccy
Winky is now Becky
And parades in yearly freak shows.
25.07.25
Susie slipped bits of food into her apron pockets.
Ran down to the pond, with her prettiest lockets.
Showed the baby ducks her loot, crackers and stuff.
She likes animals so well said her Grandma Luff.
The ducks liked her too, they surrounded her each time.
Knowing they would get food, a pat and a friendly rhyme.
Susie had Ritz crackers today, a huge amazing tasty treat.
I love this two-legged being said a duck named Reet.
Give me your sweet lips Guenevere and I’ll
not care what fate brings me hence evermore.
To be with you, dear Guenevere, awhile
is high bliss my heart beats out ever o’er.
Come, Guenevere, let both our spirits soar
and you’ll lack nothing spending days with me.
Give me your sweet lips Guenevere once more
and I’ll not care what fate brings me to see,
if whether my small life’s ship veers luff way or lee.
in sponson's wake of beetled prow,
cold foam formed horizons far,
gray mist above, blue black below,
pitted keel thrum anchored flow,
splintered spar led teakwood jibe
dawn broke on that deeper now,
luff and taut blown by four winds,
hidden rough in burlap skins,
'midship foundered salt and stream,
masthead wound in boatswain's flail,
Orion's bow with sextant cast,
fled the stars from siren's fast,
skyline blurring creased by waves,
underway from hoisted port,
manticore and fading soil,
hempen frayed this seaman's coil.
Ketch
Keel's deep in water and
Kelp off the bow appears
Kembed as I " keep her luff".
Knighthead to the South, with
Knots at fifteen, on the
King plank I stand...O' this
Ketch is so mighty yar!
3.8.2017©deborah burch
Pleiades
Notes: Kemb means to comb
Keeping luff is sailing near the wind(for more speed)
Ketch is a two masted ship/boat
Knots are speed measure
King plank is main/center plank the others are fitted to
Knighthead is (sometimes a carved figurehead) support for the bow
(As best I recall)
You are blameless to not swim,
Where water is ingenuously cool,
Too cool for fish to frolic,
Whoever heard of a Procrustean waterbed?
I am taking swimming lessons at the J.C.C.,
From Pasternak and Yevtushenko.
Cool water with cool air generates no breeze,
Calm as a dish.
The pen is mightier than the sword,
And even works as a good oar,
When there is no wind,
And sails luff.
© Chaim Wilson
Our class teacher is Mr.Luff,
He's really strict and very tuff.
And the ratio of class to fun
is a measly twelve to one!
FICTION!!
Right off the cuff
I’d say there’s enough - fluff
The pillows that puff
Are filled with that stuff - fluff
And that Twinkie cream puff
Just what is that stuff – fluff
And the girl with a ****
Her hands won’t get rough – fluff
And in poker I bluff
When my hand ain’t to snuff – fluff
And the times I act gruff
All dirty and scruff – fluff
For I’m not really buff
Exercise makes me huff – fluff
When a sail starts to luff
And you hear that loud cuff – fluff
And no mans so tough
To order up duff – fluff
This poem is all guff
But enough is enough - fluff
mdailey 2/1/12
You might have to look up the definition of some of the words.
2nd place finish in the contest but there were a lot of 2nd places awarded.
GREETINGS
Look up and witness the sight !
Everyone should share my delight
At the mighty sky with myriad light -
The crackle of stars on a January night.
There, from this ocean of nothing
Between me and them, nor up nor down,
Their message comes to me after sailing
Tirelessly and unendingly , seeking ground:
And settles into my eye and is satisfied
To have reached its destination aglow,
Telling me that starlife still existed
When it set off so long ago.
In the same random way
Our own sun’s lightboat reaches them
With the same millennial delay
Over this silk sea without hem.
It means that they know we existed,
That we had life, our sails didn’t luff.
A simple greeting is our message:
And that is epitaph enough.
Billy my brother drifts on a plain
In my mind I still feel his hurting pain
I still see you Billy, seeing me cry
Dad it looks like Billy, he's saying goodbye
He tell me of places that no one has seen
Amidst the celestial dark amongst it's diamond screen
Where no one can sail against the luff
I still see you Billy, why has life been so tough
Billy my brother what would I see
Smiles on our faces once again when we are annealed
Still inside I cry and the reasons why
Billy your gone now, but your so nearby
Billy my brother what would I see
Smiles on our faces once again when we are annealed
Still inside I cry and the reasons why
Billy your gone now, but your so nearby
Billy my brother drifts on a plain
In my mind I still feel his hurting pain
I still see you Billy, seeing me cry
Dad it looks like Billy, he's saying goodbye
Dad he's looking down, there's tears in his eyes
My entry for John Heck's 'Dear John' contest with 'Daniel'
written by Elton John & Bernie Taupin
Winter be but two weeks old and already they lament.
No passion seems as strong as their loudest prayer for spring.
Spring will come when it will and wake the grasses and willow.
Let Natures brief time of slumber last long enough to rest her.
The winter be time for beauty to be found on ice etched panes,
And bayonets of glass, hanging from every eave to be seen.
Winter be found in crystalline air so pure only heroes inhale it.
And footsteps crunch like breaking luttuce upon the snowy ground.
Beyond winter times will speed and rush their way forward.
Spring then Summer and Autumn sprinting to their ultimate ends.
Let winter luff her way on tiny frozen feet while fire warms yours.
Add another log and settle in for a long nap and a dream.
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