Living in a crowd felt as a canoe rowing
In waters of either ripples or waves surging
Numerous things alter them calm or roar
Giving frights or delights to the rower
Making one tired of the uncertainties
With which struggling to decide helplessly
Both surrendering and holding mingles in mind
A situation sinks one's delights inside sand
Life at these times makes one feel arduous
Even worse than being sick or being poor
None of them bully one's peaceful soul and mind
But the unsettling relationships compel maniacal
"Just breathe, you're having your breath taken, 'Aweigh anchors away,' the blessed follows," ... by The Poet
The unnoticeable lulls a fancy
as obscurity stares at a lost
such are promotions
of a trance
stages all ages
a momentous chance
for lifetime promise of romance
shattering glimmering
convinces glimpses
alarm bells--"Hush little baby don't--OH NO!"
"Release the Kraken ... or mices ... an ant if you have any?"
She comes, A ROWER?
It's The Specifics of the Ocean
Those islanders will come out - rigging
and surfing, Aurora, in a pipeline ... she's a dreamer ...
OH NO! WIPEout, its ecliptic ... but there at the ocean's edge
o'er the horizon, Aurora, RISE
the shacks are empty, the fields aplenty
The Drums of the Islands, Aloha Alive.
You may rest awhile if the trek be tough,
Grab a breath when the terrain is rough;
Let the oars have some respite,
And the rower fresh viands bite.
But the going must anon continue,
For time tells motions of the brave
(According to lores heavens gave) ,
Shall all forever subdue the earth;
And man's toil shall win him mirth.
Pull your ear from naysayers' sigh
That affirms that man forever can't;
Keep the company of them that try;
Dwell in the fold of champs of hope.
Remember it's no crime to slip a cry
If bristles of fate spanner your heart;
Allow a tear if straining be too much,
But through all remember this part:
You must ever keep on keeping on!
Nothing has ever successfully stood
In the bold path of a determined man,
Who keeps walking despite the mood.
The world lacks case of one who tried,
And was the object of his zeal denied!
Give ear all that hear the spoken word,
For none like this has ever been heard -
The esoteric code that rules the world:
That you'll have to keep on keeping on!
mist covers still lake
oars cut silver surface
ripples announce me
Rachel is a Great Britain Paralympic rower,
Who changed in 2013 from the sport of cycling,
Because she had a road accident, left her sore,
But she won god in cycling in 2008 in Beijing.
In 2007 at the Worlds in Bordeaux, two golds,
Then in Canada at the Road Worlds in 2010,
She cycled to gold twice. But then thresholds,
Her crash in 2012 sent her into rowing’s glen.
In Amsterdam at the World Rowing Champs
In 2014, she landed fifth place for her efforts,
Then Rachel won a silver medal with clamps,
At the 2015 Worlds in France: so Rio’s talks.
Helmand hit army captain Nick hard in October 2009,
Where he stepped on an improvised while on patrol;
He was 27 years of age, in the Royal Engineers fine,
But a medic saved his life, but not his legs to control.
His rehabilitation programme took him into Para sport,
Where he became a Trunk and Arms canoeing rower,
And at Guildford he first rowed in April 2011, of purport,
Then he joined the GB rowing team with pair power.
He did take a medal, bronze, at the world cup, Munich,
But in 2011 October at the World’s they finished sixth;
However, they redeemed things at the 2012 hot pitch,
When they came fourth in the gritty revenge of the sith.
Nick’s from Stockport and will be going to Rio, affirmation,
He’s been helped by Help for Heroes veterans program,
The Sports Recovery Program which gave him definition,
And has done hand-bike charity events to save for ’em.
In the pale mist of dawn, a rower glides quietly
across a creamy, yellow lake in a golden glow.
An ethereal fog settles dreamily over the waters
as muted paddles create rippled works of art.
Written on 3/3/2016
Behind
Behind every great achievement
lies a great story
behind every great story
is an extraordinary writer
behind this story it is I
the great fighter
What happens in the past
is left behind
whatever happens in the present
is forever kept
but whatever happens in the future
is still yet to come
Behind every great rower
lies great water
but behind every poet
lie great words within
Behind my great time
has great vibes
but whatever is left
behind now
it is the love between you and I
We search for the one moment of life
A prelude to joy…….
Calm sea
And rower
In an immensity of silence
Dipping steadily
………………………………………
EXPECTATIONS
I cut me out a perfect babe
Of tissue very thin
And then before a cry was heard
Released it to the wind
………………………………………..
THE OLD CHEST
Up lid!
And a hundred musty specters cry out
With memories for one only
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