Best Surfboards Poems
Aloha Spirit
Sol, with his golden crown, greets me each morning
within divine rays extending out over emerald hills
and valleys that absorb his warmth of abiding light.
View misty alabaster clouds turn from twilight's purple
into softest rose just before golden regal rays emerge
calling forth fowl to take flight into spacious azure skies
winging their way from tree to pole to wherever their
heart’s desire on their quest for food for fledglings with
hungry mouths agape, loudly peeping in their nests.
The sea coruscates in shades of jade illuminations
luring early risers with surfboards to ride the surf.
Share the scents of floral fair that lingers in the tropic air
carried by the trade winds whimsy, enthralling all.
Not a poem to 86 but one of lucky number 7 doubled 77!
Kahunas sing sacred chants with drums that echo still.
6/20/20
Poem name: Island Spirit
Views: 8677
Poetry form: Rhyme
Date of Publication: 01/17/2015
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*Kahuna (c. 1890) Kahuna is a Hawaiian word, defined as a respected person who has moral authority in society; a "priest, healer, sorcerer, magician, wizard, minister, expert in any profession (whether male or female) Shaman.
*86: We’ve all heard someone used the term 86 in reference to doing away with something. There are a few schools of thought behind where the saying came from. Some have more legs than others—such as those of the restaurant industry—but to this day, there is still no official etymology.
*The number 7: Throughout the ages the number 7 has defied the law of averages and confounded mathematicians. For many of the powerful and wealthy, the number 7 is a symbol of luck and good fortune. Carry the Lucky 7 with you and experience: A dramatic turnaround of events in your favor. Increased Lucky Streaks.
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Sunshine turned to cold sleet
Palm trees froze in place
Tourists walked down white streets.
to shop for hats and boots
Beach boys left the beaches;
Surfboards were turned to sleds.
Rather than surfing waves
they slid down Diamond Head.
No more graceful hula;
grass skirts became passé.
Dressed in lederhosen,
slap-polka was the rage.
Don Ho found a new song
to thrill his many fans
‘Tiny toddies,’ every-
one, makes us all feel warm.
Suzanne Delaney
On the bluffs above the Lorelei Rock,
Overlooking the Rhine River near Bingen,
Is the Lorelei Ampitheater.
While stationed in West Germany,
Towards the end of the Cold War,
I saw there an awesome concert.
The main band was one of my favorite bands--
Possibly the best band America ever produced
(The only band that ever gave the Beatles any competition anyway).
Cheerleaders from the University of Nevada Las Vegas
Strutted and danced on stage
In uniforms, sarongs, and bikinis.
Rain didn't stop the show or discourage the spectators.
A significant percentage of the audience were young people,
Who liked the songs their parents treasured--
Songs about hot rods, love, and surfboards.
The song of the beautiful Lorelei below
Harmonized with the California sound above.
Stereotypes
Black people all have rhythm and are good at basketball
Not a single blond in the world has any brains at all
Englishmen have bad teeth and Mexicans are lazy
And if you think the Dutch aren’t cheap, certainly you’re crazy
All Chinese are bad drivers, and hairdressers are gay
Consensus is that Irishmen get plastered every day
Construction workers are all fat from eating too much dinner
Korean people eat doggy meat trying to get thinner
All athletes have large muscles in between their ears
Italians run the Mafia; at least it so appears
Jews don’t pay retail and they all have giant noses
All teenagers are rebels, everyone supposes
All the French are rude, and Poles aren’t very bright
And Hawaiians hit their surfboards long into the night
Asians all have high IQ’s, and Germans are efficient
Nowhere is there a doctor whose judgment is deficient
All Arabs support terror, and Latins make great lovers
All Navahos snort firewater underneath their covers
Every single homeless person’s on welfare ‘cause he’s needy
And try to find a politician who isn’t mean and greedy
All people who are fat have a tendency to be jolly
And women are bad drivers; you can count on it by golly
Lawyers are out to cheat you, as a rule of thumb
But most of all, don’t you think that stereotypes are dumb
Champagne scatters in the air,
as its cock rises high like a rocket.
Happiness oozes out in laugher and giggles;
bikinis and surfboards decorate the oceans;
music sets every stranger and familiar folk in rhythm.
Tonight we’ll burn in bliss, ‘til we’re seen from space!
(or) Those Summer Days With Danny
Those Sun-Filled Days With Danny
Where We Walked Along The Shore
Beside Star-Fish Strewn On The Beach
Tossed Above The Ocean's Floor ...
Where Danny Surfed The Waves
and Raced The Crested Curls
& Showed How To Ride Water-Roller-Coasters
To His First Love's (Gidget) Girl ...
With Ocean's Roar In Our Ears
and Echoes of Found Seashells
We Would Kiss & Say ... 'I Love You'
& Write It, So Sands of Time Would Tell ...
... of Summer Days With Danny
Where The Sun Became Our Clock
The Day Stood-Still & Dipped In Ponds
As Spray Dashed Upon Pier-Rocks ...
Where We Sat & Made Our Plans
of A Future For First Love
Those Sun-Filled Days With Danny
Beneath A Beach-Umbrella-Cove
In Those Days We'd Met 'Rider-Pete'
Who, Many Had Tagged 'Beach Bum'
But Pete Taught What He Lived & Loved
& Was A King When He Made Surf Runs! ...
Days of Seventeen, Picnics & Parties
Naiviette' & Swim-Wear, Nearly Nude
Showed The Glow of Beautiful Bodies
A-Glistening ... While Gleaming The Cube ...
and Falling In Love From High Altitudes
With A ... 'Raindrop On A Dam' ... Attitude
In Those Days With My Hot-Dog, Danny-Dude
Sharing Thrills of Lightning Tunnels Thru Tubes ...
With Danny & His Big Dipper
Who Was Like A Raider, Raised On Waves!
But Me On My Glass Slipper ...
Knew Which 'Big Ones' Not To Chase ...
In Those Summer Days of Beach Volleyball
Throwing Frisbees With Moon-Doggies & Girlfriends
But Our Favorite & Most Fun Hangout Was
In The Forum of 'Hanging Ten' ...
Into The Great Rolls of Sparkling Ripples
Paddling Out To Rush Riptides- Poured
When Life Was Stronger & Simple
... We Rose & Raced On Glossed Surfboards ...
To Return To Repose On Abandoned Blankets
While Watching Glorious Sunsets
In Those Summer Days With Danny
And First Love ... I'll Not Forget ...
Those Sun-Filled Days With Danny
That Season of Sweet, First-Love
of Ocean-Wave-Chariots, Riding Me ...
Like Sunshine Rides On Wings of Doves ...
... aahh ... Those Summer-Surf-Filled Days
With Danny
Written & Copyrighted © : 5/27/2014
by: MoonBee Canady
Question for you, chicks and dudes,
What is an ironing board to you?
Did you know they were surfboards?
Yes, they grow up, surf did bore,
Surfboards got a day job,
Being ironing boards is their lot,
Nonsense I do compose,
Only a joke in an ode!
Her soul belongs to the summer
the solar flare of the sun
melting the chambers of her golden heart
She can feel the crash of turquoise ocean waves
dancing in her veins with her cells catching
the "big one" on their microscopic surfboards
and the sounds and lyrics of summer tunes
constantly flashing in her mind like lightning
no matter how many times she tried
distancing herself away it is finally safe to conclude
that she has officially lost her soul
to the season of summer
and there is no where for her to turn back
New Shoes
"Grandpa, my shoes are too small,
or maybe my feet or too big?"
"You are going to be ten foot tall,
if you don't stop growing..." was his answer.
I peered at my feet. "What to do?
I need a new shoe, one for this one,
one for that one, together my old ones,
will not be enough".
I sighed.
My story continued... "My big toe sticks out,
and there is no way to shout it back in!"
I grin. "Papa, I need new shoes again."
I sighed.
"I can not stop my feet.
They get bigger in the night, when I go to sleep.
When I wake they are both larger than a cake,
so I make for the door, to go to the beach...
and swim on my own surfboards.
It is wonderful.
But going to the beach is fun for a while,
and I need to style my way, back to school.
Grandpa, my shoes are too small."
I sighed.
Grandpa smiled. "Get in the truck."
the Yanerbie Highway
The Yanerbie Highway
Is paved with white silken sands
Stretched between water’s lapping fingers
And the feet of towering dunes
The Yanerbie Highway
Runs at Southern Ocean’s side
Forever exposed to her turbulent moods
And the ebbing, flowing tides
Choose a spot
Under broad blue sky
And pull over beside
The precession of surfboards
Fishing rods, and bathers
Dogs with wagging tongues
Some chasing four wheel drives
Cruising the highway at a leisurely speed
Against a back drop
Of rolling waves and distant red cliffs
Four wheel drives with awnings
Awnings that shade smiling faces
A friendly wave, passing traffic
Possibly stop for a chat
Sometimes between friends old
Sometimes new
The Yanerbie Highway
Its silken white sands
Run along Southern Ocean’s side
Stretching into adventure
S cenes of a vivid landscape are nakedly draped.
U nder a canopy I stood.
M emories of yesterday are not too far.
M y mind is transient of short-lived thoughts.
E ach vessel that has dock, asked for morning to come once more.
R iding high on surfboards, the visitors come ashore.
S unday and the weekend have ended.
U shering in the new workday, we begin to relax.
N ice to know we have a peace of mind.
S uch pleasure we partake without being attack.
E veryone feels the heat at his or her backs.
T his is the summer and therefore, party time.
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PENNED ON JUNE 15, 2014!
What a place to find much-needed peace of mind,
to cast all nagging woes of the day aside.
This is the place to be; such an ideal place...
right by the shoreline.
I actively listened with my eyes sealed shut
as the wind took turns whistling and speaking
in whispers, revealing its long-held secrets...
ones I'll never share!
Hermit crabs were crawling about the wet sand.
Great White Egrets were feeding in the shallows.
I watched the waves splash against the jagged rocks....
as I looked for shells.
Avid surfers were gliding on their surfboards
Children on the beach were building sandcastles;
the bright midday sun reflected off the tides...
I dreamt of the sea!
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Date submitted: 08/21/2021
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Contest Judged: 5/27/2020 (Winner: 1st Place)
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Date written: 05/26/2020
Throwing gravity aside
this is the magical enchantment
of the duck dive
Surfer God
Changing atmospheres
From liquid to gas
Body reborn
euphoric in the presence of eminent danger
Some how defying nature’s authority
Against gravitational forces
Pulling
Ripping
Collapsing
Calling me
to that bone yard reef
That graveyard of epoxy and resin
Where the tombstones are surfboards broken in half
I become death’s passenger
Floating towards the light
Rays of angels surround me
as this miraculous extension of me
This powerful staff
propels me through Hades
The underworld holds me back
The water demons grab hold of my legs
while my surfboard carries me
into the sunlight
I have survived
For the time being
Now paddle like mad
Cause here comes the sets!!!
Excerpt from:
Nightmarchers
By: Joseph DeMarco
Ocean Candy
Round rings of pineapple
Float in the ocean
As I swim in my purple
Polka dot bikini.
The sugar sand is
Fine grains of purple
Grape pixie dust.
Red cheeked surfers
Glide through
The magic blue
Ocean bubbles
On their
Banana taffy surfboards
Until the sun sets.
Soon the lemon slice
Of moon appears
And sheds his nostalgic
Moon tears
Of lemon drops
All over the
Glistening sea
Licorice
Dolphins of grey
Frolic and play,
As the school of
Red Swedish fish
Swerve by.
Summer Snowstorm
Recalling winters chill and icy glow
That lay upon the whitened banks of snow
Your cheeks are bitten to a cherry red
The polar bears and penguins daily stead
The Spring and Fall have mimicked weather’s norm
With Pea and Duffel coats to keep you warm
Foretelling soon the season soon to come
No more for rain to hear its steady thrum
The God of Ra has brightened all our land
The sun has kissed the beaches and the sand
It’s Summer’s theme and bodies shall be tanned
Just shorts and thongs and others will be banned
Oceans await the surfboards when they soar
To top waves and beat the sharks to the shore
A season in heat as a snowstorms core
The power of ice and the power on shore
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