Best Surfed Poems
Again words have failed me, creating a blank.
I feel like a pirate who's walking the plank.
With a head full of thoughts that will plunge to the death.
I wish words would flow like the lines of MacBeth.
Have surfed through thesaurus, a mad man possessed.
Been up for six hours, I'm not even dressed.
I'll find it, I know it, it's got to be here.
The view in my mind is so perfectly clear.
My thoughts go to tea and the comfort it brings.
It's coffee that's grounded this bird, clipped its wings.
Caffeine is evil, the devil, a curse.
I'm riding it's coattails, a corpse in a hearse.
"Get back on track!" A voice screams in my head.
But this train's been derailed and its passenger's dead.
Another poem lost to a wondering mind.
Tomorrow the words will be easy to find.
Categories:
surfed, humor, lost, muse,
Form:
Rhyme
I was a new kid in town,
feeling awkward and shy,
feeling like I didn't belong
feeling quite down,
listened to the radio
as much as I could,
I surfed the channels,
when I heard your gentle sound...
It brought me out of my doldrums,
because I could finally relate,
it was music to my ears,
made me feel I could escape...
Made me feel redeemed,
trying to fit into...
a different world it seemed,
with the Vietnam War still raging on,
your songs literally brought me out the sun…
So, just wanted to thank you Karen,
although you've long since withered away,
your songs still live in my heart,
even up till today.
Categories:
surfed, appreciation, for her, growing
Form:
Light Verse
Dear Life,
that betrayed the heart-shaped shells,
breathing colors of coral caves in slow cadence,
I’ve surfed through whirling waves of woeful rhymes,
to navigate tides of tormented tercets,
to cleanse my stained soul with briny bliss,
to illuminate the bruised blues with vibrant verses…
Yet, time revealed the fragrance of frosted farewells,
how moving minutes mourn~
the maleficent melodies of inhumane humankind,
while nurtured nature was played in sheer ignorance…
And as the last drop of ink spills~
upon the crystalline canvas of troubled turquoise,
I whisper to the moon-pearled skyline in soft rose dialects,
remember these words as my penultimate prose.
I was once inspired by the silver ring of lotus lunar;
now I struggle to carve my thoughts into coherent metaphors,
as halcyon hues of my muse refuse to collaborate and curate,
and surging currents of existence ripple with runes of rhinestone ruins,
reflecting the aching darkness of midnight musings,
for I’ve long been clothed in shades of dusk and dawn,
carrying pain in scented silence and solitude.
Tonight, I’ll forgive the sun that forgot my name,
rest my bleeding pen within the unconditional love of my beloved kin,
as I fashion a bronze casket of black daisies and withered promises,
to forever dream in lucid lilacs and lyrical lullabies.
Remember, I’ve waltzed through the weary wilderness,
danced beneath dwelling dreariness,
now preparing to set sail upon seraphic realms of eternal serenity,
where everlasting evergreens of Eden~
shall calm the chaos within my eclipsed psyche.
There the wind shall steer my silhouette to where she belongs,
a meadow of jasmines and dahlias,
emanating thirty-nine twists and turns of tuneless memories...
Categories:
surfed, goodbye,
Form:
Free verse
Dark clouds loomed over the horizon
They broke loose in unprecedented force
Nature’s wrath, sudden violence acquired
It rained down as if unleashing all her fury
It was a downpour without one equal
The heavens let down dark misery for days on end,
Water bodies swelled and hollows filled,
Land mass slipped and trees fell,
The tame rivers looked fierce in spate.
Waves surfed and waters roared,
Like mountains they rose over the land,
Men in throngs were evicted from their homes,
Hundreds died and livestock perished
Such violence, never ever imagined
Helter-skelter, people fled for life.
Lands inundated and folks were marooned,
Homes were washed away with all belongings
Power failed and life had come to a halt
Rescue operations went on in full swing
But the deluge chanted the dirge of dying souls
Men sought shelter in relief camps
Epidemics broke loose and many died
Hospitals were flooded with ailing souls
Crops perished and misery prevailed
Havoc wreaked and penury struck
As Nature thus played her perfidious tricks,
Men stayed united and pooled all their might,
To regain for their land what had been lost
In a matter of months life was back to normal
It was a time that displayed man’s great resilience.
Categories:
surfed, angst, destiny, earth, rain,
Form:
Free verse
It's been a good run
To the back side of sixty,
The short side of time.
First Hollywood kiss
Behind a pink crepe myrtle.
Thanks, Patsy Werner.
High school was okay.
Didn't help me to focus;
So, my mind wandered.
Surfed Bonzai Pipeline,
Big waves break into lava.
What made me do it?
Vietnam jungles.
I wondered why I was there.
America lost.
Smoking pot. Stereo.
Good fun in the seventies.
Psychedelics too.
And three wives later,
I finally found true love.
We're still together.
My destitute heart,
Saved by the sweetest angel.
I love you, Sandy.
Sooners are my team.
Most winning football program
In the Modern Era.
I am retired now.
But I have plenty to do.
Golf, primarily.
I've been writing more.
Perhaps I will write a book.
I have many tales.
I'd chase young girls; but,
Girls with a "grampa" fetish
Are so hard to find.
If I am lucky,
I will just drop dead one day.
With my peace of mind.
Yes, made a good run
To the back side of sixty,
The short side of time.
Categories:
surfed, adventure, age, celebration, education,
Form:
Haiku
“LIFE'S HIGHWAY” BY: TOM C. © 2014 all rights reserved
I’VE BEEN UP AND DOWN ALL COASTLINES, SEEN THINGS I CAN’T REPEAT,
I walked MANY PATHS sober and STUMBLED DRUNKEN IN THE STREET.
I’VE SMOKED SOME FANCY CEEGARS, INHALED CALLIE WEED THAT WAS MY SHINE,
I MET sexy LOVERS ALONG THE WAY, BROKEN HEARTS I LEFT BEHIND.
IVE SAT UPON COASTAL ROCKS OF MAINE, BURIED MY TOES IN TAMPA SAND,
I’VE HUNG MY HAT IN TOWNS AND CITIES, ALL THROUGHOUT THIS LAND.
I SURFED shores OF SAN DIEGO, LEFT FOOTPRINTS ON LAGUNA Beach.
I LEARNED FROM TEACHERS OLD AND YOUNG, And FOUND OTHERS I COULD TEACH.
LIFE’S HIGHWAY, A SERIES OF STORIES, WHEN PUT TOGETHER,
MAKE a bOOK,
REMEMBER WHEN YOU CROSS YOUR HIGHWAY, BOTH WAYS YOU NEED TO LOOK.
BY TOMKATMANDOO
© 2014 tomkatmandoo (All rights reserved)
Categories:
surfed, imagery, journey, memory, spoken
Form:
Rhyme
The breeze perfectly snaked up the mountain,
Through bushes, over rocks, towards me.
I leant back, pulling my wing up, it bloated in full,
Then hovered above the trees.
I stood there, both hands working the lines,
Looking out across the empty.
And I casually stepped off the cliff, “Was there enough air?” I thought.
Yes, there was plenty.
The thermal soared me straight up, into the vast,
Below me everything became small.
I flew up so high, I was part of the sky,
My life begged this wing not to stall.
Then, all of a sudden, I popped out of the thermal,
My wing crumpled into a small nothing,
I plummeted in that momentary second, it opened again,
This wing was only bluffing.
Of course I was at the mercy of the air,
As it roared like the ocean and waves.
It took me silently over the cemetery of its victims,
An air cemetery full of its graves.
For hours I surfed, predicting the swell,
Riding breaks and soaring off the crest.
And then I cruised back to the Earth, landing on terra firma,
Feeling heaps, and way less stressed.
Paragliding was my life, for a while,
It was my source of unwind, loosen up, and relax.
What things relax you, how do you chill and compose,
Loosening up to the max?
Categories:
surfed, happiness, uplifting,
Form:
Quatrain
Love is something I have always
sort of accepted...just went with...
needing no manual, nor preacher
to entice me – I miss those days:
when a heart was free from hyper,
sonic bands, puncturing the eyes of
internal waves – those innate crests
I once surfed with mental impunity....
Categories:
surfed, eulogy, image, introspection, longing,
Form:
Free verse
One day in mid June, in far off Rangoon.
The hand drawn baboon, a comic cartoon,
Was flown to the moon, by hot air balloon.
Then late afternoon, while in his pontoon.
A massive monsoon, blew like a typhoon.
He fired his harpoon, what's next! sometime soon.
4/ 28/ 2017.
( The last adventure of baboon continued )
With Mayday maroon, tied to his galoon
He ditched his cardoon, but ate the dried prune.
It was oppotune, with some good fortune.
He missed a sand dune, and surfed the lagoon.
Then with a soup spoon, rowed home to Cancun.
He now plays basoon, in some old saloon.
This was added after the contest was judged.
The first of May twenty seventeen.
Categories:
surfed, adventure, moon,
Form:
Monorhyme
Driving along the coast with Casey and Jimmy
Doing the highway one journey, heading north
Three friends, starting at the inland port
Of Long Beach and The Queen Mary
Upon our way, toward the other cities aside the sea
Laguna, Venice, Sunset Beach
Redondo, where the surfers surfed
And the fishermen cast their lines, from upon the pier
Spent the night at Sunset, sipping brandy and watching the waves
As their crest glistened beneath the sparkling stars and brightened moon
Venice, with its vibrant crowd....
Rollerblading, amid all of the colors and the smiles, of its sunbathed throngs
We, upon our way towards Malibu, where we would make our final stop
A private retreat, shared with wonderful friends....
A bonfire, with a glass of wine, a beautiful girl, and an oceans tide
Laughter and celebration; happy birthday; and warm loving hands~
And at the end of it all, I stared upon the horizon
Beyond its disappearing blue, and beneath, my very own searching eyes....
So that I could realize and hear, as the silence stood still
Truth, and a voice inside of me, that told me
That this is not only for you; but it is for all of life....
Life, as I wrapped my arms about the rising sun
And then I blew a kiss, into the sky and unto them all
Thinking, smiling, knowing....
That someday, this will all be theirs
Heading north, with all of my friends...."Someday!"
Categories:
surfed, faith, life, love
Form:
Saw the advertisement of a sleazy Volkswagen
Surfed the net as the seed was sown
For anything based on german technology
I knew nothing about car mechanisms
Except the comfort of conveniences
Yet updated my limited knowledge
With its mileage, performance, safety
Saw the diesel and petrol options
Of the Vento sedan facelift images
And I struck the hammer for
An ivory Vento petrol run sedan
Thought it to be the most perfect gift
For my no demanding husband whose
Passion for good cars was no secret
But had never indulged in such luxury
It looked as chaste and modest
Yet powerful in making its presence felt as he
The plush ivory seat covers made me drool
The hatchback was a a luxury for holidaying
Car loans were enticing with festive offers
I had saved enough for the initial down payment
Before it reached home at the traffic lights
An illiterate rickshaw puller scoffing all rules
Squeezed his way between two cars
To leave a scar on the front door
The heart on a trapeze on highways with
Many more dents and bangs on tragic Indian roads
Fuming and fretting at every imbecile
Given a driving license without any lesson
The plush seats became uncomfortable
And the ass became sore
The generosity of an overwhelmed heart
Seemed not a very lucrative proposition
As every pay packet announced debits
With fewer coins on retail therapy
Alas! The years of stringent measures
Will die within a week with the end of the last debit
The Old Vento is finally ours, but wonder
Is it really ivory that I had bought six years ago?
Is it the same sedan whose facelift images that had lured me?
Or does it need a facelift?
Balveen Cheema
January 1, 2015
Contest: Cars- Only for Women
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Categories:
surfed, car, desire, giving, husband,
Form:
Free verse
(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
Categories:
surfed, beach, boyfriend, first love,
Form:
Light Verse
He watched
Eyes upon the sea
He observed her movements
Measuring her soul's momentum,
He rose.
He ran
To her, ready
Prompted by her appeal
He knew the place to be and braved
Her waves.
Until
He reached the spot,
Where he felt he must be
She rose high, he stood and rode her
Steady.
Went on
Under her crest
Stable on his surf board
His hand touching lightly her wall,
Surfed passed
Before
Her awesome wave
Crashed, joyful sounds she made
Proud, he swam to shore, sat, his eyes
Star sparked.
By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 05.18.11
Categories:
surfed, adventure, imagination, sea
Form:
Cinquain
My wife woke me up last night and said that she had been bitten all over by something,
She said she was certain it had not been me...
Alarmed! I rolled off the bed and landed on my knee.
Our baby was sleeping soundly and he did give a tither,
Sleep was precious and mine was a lost treasure.
Switching on the lights, I ventured to check
My wife, armed with a torch went over every speck
Checking anything that moves, including my shadow...
She declared she was fed up with my strange bedfellows!
My wife, she is a fighter! and I went down once again, hook line and sinker.
Crawling carefully, we saw quite a few well fed guests,
Trust me, they had had a feast and were ready for a well earned rest.
"Bed bugs! in my house!!" bellowed my wife!
I knew someone was nearing the end of someone's life.
The blame was sure to come on me and and so I quit exchanging pleasantries.
The next day I surfed the net and posted the problem on a website...
And answered phone calls well into the night!
Carpet area, free services and yearly sprays to get rid of all pests..
The offers were tougher to negotiate than a reprieve from the God of Death.
All said and done, the deal was signed and the work began.
They sprayed all over and under and even in between the third and fourth dimensions
Einstein would have been impressed, maybe even written an equation!
I sit in front of the computer with a runny nose...
Keeping watch over the house even as the scourge of the bugs slowly go.
The house smells funny and for two days I will miss their company.
My wife and kids, I mean and not the bed bugs.. O Reader!!
You are as bad as my wife, who thinks I am a lazy bugger!
Little bed bugs can shake a household,
Or as in my case, put life on hold.
Nowadays I write poems for my friends who have turned cold.
Those pest control guys did a good job, I believe,
I can see insects falling from the walls, the cracks, and the crevices.
Sometimes Life is just simple and straight,
Bed bugs, cockroaches and even a few mosquitoes are a part of your fate.
What is amazing is that a bug's bite has been converted into the Net's byte!
I rest my case...
Accepting whatever I get with...grace.
Categories:
surfed, funny, house, wife, house,
Form:
Light Verse
!!!!!!!!!!!
he’s rockin’ cool man from Plain Wreckage
who surfed chat rooms with lewd language
cables flashed girly *****
wifey caught him nude solo
chopped dumpy oldie’s 4-inch sausage!
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**uh, oh... no offense to the guys here, lol!
well, that's what women can do
which high-tech cannot do :)
______________
Categories:
surfed, funny
Form:
Limerick