Regatta Poems - Poems about Regatta

... Glide of Falcon broken, channel smoothed Transmission snap equals idle start Dysfunctional gypsy destitute Tricky situation screams for bird to depart T......

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...*LETTER TO MY FATHER* Dearest Father With heart ripped into rags and shreds I write ? to you tonight Trembling hands and ink made of tears and blood Teary ?? eyes and bloody heels like a def......

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...Through our patio window Pinned With hundreds of Mayfly fins Ruffling to the sunrise I watch an ant On our Torch Lake deck Carry a detached translucent wing Hoisted atop its back Cleaning......

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...Sailboats at Regatta bob and weave play and sway like feathers on the currents of the air on a springtime morning. Hand carved champions of the sea engineered to outsail some other brothers......

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...‘She’s on again - the annual campin’ trip regatta, and we’ve got ourselves together for our plans to Wonnangatta. The high country; you can’t beat it for the peace and quiet unless of course some......

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...a sparkling expanse, lapping the horizon, crinkled by the weight of torrential bright the airborne eye, squinting, catches sight of a flotilla, parallel, bloodless gashes on liquid lapis,......

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...Standing in a meadow of imagination Guided, by a celestial destination Along the dale Follow the trail To a regatta, of fireflies with luminous sails The heavy night air, stills an apprising g......

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...wooden sea- rafts float as the hardest beads the mildest prayers offer layered dahlias for Holy Queen's regatta ~ Dedicated to Our Lady of Fatima's 90th Ann......

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...A piddle of puppies, a pimp of johns, A flood of plumbers, and a regatta of swans. A charm of finches, a wriggle of sperms, A sleaze of lawyers, and a sneeze of germs. a gam of showgirls, a b......

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...Rasta Master(For Bob Marley) Like the lion of Judah , Lying on the coast of hope, With the turban of gold crown, From the mountain of glory, His mantle of office adorn. Clad in......

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...“Freeze your nuts off” What a gray, gray day at Lake Norman the worst weekend for a first regatta our sloops were plastic toy boats in a toddler’s bathwater and we the hapless Lego men the Novem......

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