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.
"A rulerless fiefdom as the smaller ice cap is polarized." ~ by Poet.
White fields of ice, a solemn realm;
Behold, a polar bear wanders, an awesome sight.
Beneath the frozen sea, a vast world calls,
a residual pastel moon,
where penguins and walruses tend their own.
Dark holds as chilly flows, back and forth, and sideways,
and nature’s ancient hollow plays.
Aurora’s arc cascading everglow,
It is a luminous show overhead.
Strike the wintry night sky, northern magic fulfills,
while traversing icy bellows.
Seals’ body maneuvers, plummeting, faithfully,
in the abysmal blue ocean,
darting smoothly and graceful in motion.
Fish’s technique of catching, while getting caught,
as the world is forever changing fast,
with underwater volcanoes,
and the ice is melting swift nowadays.
Water’s rising, and wildlife is fleeing;
Future change as humans awestruck, about their home?
Sleeping now is not so easy
Unlike nights of yesteryear
Pain evasive sleep maneuvers
Needed now from front to rear
This way to avoid that shoulder
That way to appease my back
Crosswise so my groin finds freedom
Tilted slightly toward the crack
That Sciatica will flare up
Should I not upend my knee
That’s just one side’s ‘Sleeping Sitcom”
What is to become of me
Don’t forget to fluff that pillow
Sinus drip means counting sheep
Plus a stiff neck’s sure to follow
One wrong doze into the deep
Slumber now is very tricky
That’s if I can sleep at all
Where’d I hide those ‘little helpers”
Sandman’s on an early call!
Hilariously alike indeed
My special child's wheelchair and my patience when they are freed
Toward great fun to meet triumphantly necessary need
Like driving against gloomy mood for exuberant deed...
When soaring for delightful pursuits no to miss
My son's wheelchair maneuvers with bliss
Such is my patience from heart's grateful abyss
Praising the Lord for the help of every Brod and Sis...
When the wheelchair can't function and to rest it must bow
My special child keeps asking questions midst why and how---
That's my patience* in waiting for fulfilment of a vow
I pray, "Lord, please give me faith's answer, and I want it now!"
*Psalms 37:7-9 Rest in the LORD, and wait patiently for him: fret not thyself because of him who prospereth in his way.
July 24, 2025
2nd place, "12 lines or less Ridiculous Comparisons" Rhyme Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Miranda Hawley; judged on 8/16/2025
Indicating indigo improvements
Juggling juicy jiggling Jello
Kibitzing kits and cats
Laboriously languishing lightly
Making marvelous maneuvers in word play
cool breeze gently hugs
moist mud mildly maneuvers ~
stilled seeds sing solos
Sailing into the horizon
Admiring the Sunset
Distance far from the shores
Refreshing breezes
Bridges and Lighthouses along the way
Whales and Dolphins doing their dazzling maneuvers
Sharks looking to attack
The oceanic feeling like a gateway of opportunity
God’s watery creation
Heaven’s sensation
Rainbows of hope
The drift having a sail
Wonders beyond and deep
Oceans never cease
Tomorrows that continue
Every today a take in
Viewing and observing
Peaceful and calm
Tranquil mind
Writing thoughts that pop in
Calm waves forming relaxed emotions
Inspiration rise
Open air to wise
Oceanic emphasize
Silent is the echo as pride shouts
selfishness causing pouts...
self-conceit triumphs over jealousy bouts
self-glory reigns with discontentment clouts
self-reliance wavers upon attacking doubts
self-pity maneuvers toward false humility-routes…
The echo returns not indeed...
as self-sufficiency does arrogantly succeed
self-exaltation declares me-I-my-mine creed
self-inflicting pain midst guilt continues to breed
self-denial actually hoists covetousness and greed
self-love matters most, not recognizing God with His deed.
Grandma maneuvers
and performs tricks on the board
She keeps up with most kids
Skating creates friendships
at different age levels
I guess you can imagine
how she felt when she discovered,
Saturns rings
Grandma was immediately attracted
When life presents a challenge,
don't worry about anything
She was welcomed into my house
where she entered and said…
what is that quite romantic music playing?
Oh, it is Glenn Hughes on my vinyl record player
and I showed her how it spins and plays the tunes
she was amazed
And then she asked me…
may I have this dance
to which I held her in my arms
Glenn sang and we danced
bowed and swayed, scooted and hopped
all the maneuvers of lovers
And then I looked in her eyes
and she was crying
“What is it my love”, I asked
“It is that I wish to dance with you to Glenn’s music
For all eternity, forever and a day
I don’t ever want to stop”
“But my love”, I said…
“Glenn has over 50 years of songs
We can dance through the night to all his albums”
Her tears began to dry
As she let me hold her dear tight
and she moved in rhythm and twirled in my arms
“Would you like to see Glenn in concert”, I asked
“Oh would I” she exclaimed
“Then a trip to the venue it will be”
But tonight will be with Glenn on vinyl
singing his romantic songs to us
as we so deeply embrace
She led me by the hand
Through a green forest.
Twisting around the trunks,
Ducking beneath low branches.
I followed blindly in love
With the feel of her hand
And the utter sweetness
Of her breath on my cheek,
And her – encompassment.
She stopped in a clearing
But a few yards across,
Pulled herself against my hand
Until her lips covered mine
And her breast impressed
Pertly on my nakedness.
Our kiss was unending
And filled me with fire,
With secret understanding,
And a lust for life itself.
She breathed into my body
Something greater than air.
We held each others hands
As our twinned lips parted,
And I? I breathed out lust.
She mouthed silent words,
Smiled an angelic smile,
Unfurled her gorgeous wings,
And in a column of white
Rose toward the open sky –
Hands and arms outstretched
As if she had just placed
Me in this wooded scene.
The trees and I once more alone –
Free to navigate a way
Though the multitude of leaves
And questionable maneuvers.
I watched her elevation
‘Till she was a star, afar,
As night had brushed dark
Colours over her euphoric clouds.
I found myself reborn.
© Griffonner 2024
His first time in the boxing ring, just a shard mirrored glass,
excited, but also scared, he thought he was faultless.
Rolling on the balls of his boxing stance, toe, heel, step dance.
A romance with his pivot maneuvers and his fist advance.
His opponent well-executed single punch, a water flow knockout,
he wasn’t expecting a broken bloody nose, swelling black eye blackout.
The voice within wouldn’t ease, practice makes perfect he did see.
Made him like a natural weathered piece of sea glass within salty sea.
7/19/2024
Think like a Shark, but don’t be a fish
You would become the Shark’s dish
Just like the Movie “JAWS”
Waters of fear
Dangers near
The shark Lurk
Teeth Jaws
Cuts like a knife
Flesh search
The find
Maneuvers in attack
Observation track
Beware
Swim in caution
Don’t be Shark Food
Shark drool
Don’t swim too far out
Sharks could be lurking about
Shark bite
Don’t be the Shark’s delight
Take this poem advice.
April 10 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Samuel 22-24
Key Verse – 2Samuel 22:2 … The LORD is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO IS OUR ROCK AND FORTRESS
Praise be to God for being our Rock and Fortress Who:
Delivers us from enemies’ rage
Drives us toward eternity’s reward
Destines us for everlasting restoration
Directs us into empowered revival
Deters us against ephemeral riches’ restlessness
2Samuel 23:10 Praise be to the Lord Who brings us
great victory unto by His:
Saving love
Shining light
Sustaining life
Satisfying liberty
Securing leadership
2Samuel 24:14 Praise be to the Saviour for
allowing us to fall into His hand of:
Good mercies and glorious majesty
Great moves along glowing miracles
Gracious moments with guarding might
Gentle maneuvers of governing mentorship
Generous magnanimity midst glowing marvels. Amen!
April 10, 2024
That autumn morning, when I first saw you
Tall and handsome, draped in a suit,
I felt life, throbbing within
Never to leave me.
Shorn of love and feeling for days
Burnt screams of emptiness
Had resonated in my heart’s crevices.
Without a name.
You brought me relief and rescued me
from bearing the burden of historical anchorage.
Swept me off my feet, resonating
Ceremonial celebrations.
Your careful maneuvers, knowledge and style,
in structure, orchestrated a symphony of dreams .
in the rooms, in every corner and breath
Culture resonated.
.
Disconnected, yet with a regard
You shaped me in your taste.
I felt my being rapture, with a sweetness
Unspoken of.
No longer empty, I felt myself glow.
Chandeliers, banisters whispered gratitude.
I felt life ripple through meetings over dinners.
Anniversaries over years.
Then one day you left.
A change. Catastrophic.
Knocks or footsteps no longer sound.
Nor curtains or candles lightened
The gloom of emptiness
Dark and deep.
A mass of broken brick and mortar now,
Shorn of cemented hopes in my crevices---
I feel shattered, ashamed of being
damned. Dilapidated.
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