Best Surfer Poems
He never stopped preaching
About the color of my hair
So I kept right on bleaching
and now there's nothing there
Contest: Bad hair day
Sponsored by Rick Parise
Form: Chastushka
Kite-Surfer prepares for his thrilling ride
With double-checked gear, wades into the tide
Observer sits noticing all that’s around
And sees the direction where’s Kite-Surfer’s bound
Like an outgoing message that’s waiting to send
Kite-Surfer is patient, then catches the wind
Observer sits calmly beachside near the trees
From safe distance he knows more than Kite-Surfer sees
Soon, he in the water takes off like a flash
But direction of winds can never long last
Change in conditions, The Observer sees
From breeze on his face and the movement of trees
Kite-Surfer in wetsuit, armored head to toe
Cannot know direction of the next blow
And so he must catch the wind swiftly by feel
Attachment to moment seems all that is real
But never is able to choose any course
Like a passenger on a wild unbridled horse
And if judgement falters, momentum is lost
He sinks to his neck, failure could be the cost
When he’s low in the water, his only ambition:
To capture the wind and continue that mission
Watching bold Kite-Surfer safe from the beach
The Observer surely knows much they could teach
Vantage point lets Observer see mistakes
That Kite-Surfer made before leaving long wakes
The one who sits beachside, safely observing
Is totally void of all longing or yearning
Not caring which direction the wind blows
He watches Kite-Surfer like someone he knows
If you find yourself sunk, at the end of your rope
And the sky seems to fail you, one should not lose hope
Instead change your view
As if you’re outside you
And witness your actions like you’re far away:
A perspective-shifting game we can play
Detaching your ego, dissolving all fear,
Put yourself out there instead of being here
Seeing bigger picture can make one clairvoyant
Like Observer helping Kite-Surfer stay buoyant
Solar sails are set--
Stores secured, status shows green.
Surfing Saturn's rings.
Great White Sharks are a Gold Coast wonder
Though crocodiles may steal their thunder
But all surfers know
It is time to go
When kangaroos line up Down Under
once a surfer named ava
annoyed fish with each wava
a whale came around
and knocked her aground
a lesson in behava.
Flat on her stomach Grannie rode
her adrenalin overflowed
she went in style
with a big smile
into the paddle battle she flowed
The heart of an ancient wahine
she called her personal genie
a goofy foot true
she already knew
she’d forgotten her bikini
Grannie won the right of way
a righteous spot they all say
her stick’s outline
her own design
shaper champion this day
Living is like riding on a wave
There may not be much to control
But Balance and Focus can always save
Any rider from a fall.
Persistence to ride again after all
The failures and stumbles that come
Makes living a duty and a call
A chance to be better
Than what we can become.
Taking off flaws that hinder the ride
Releasing the past with its aches
Regaining lost strength, restores Hope inside
With the wisdom to learn from mistakes.
All rights reserved~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~01.31.14
The boy scans the horizon looking into his soul
And the beauty of the waves as they roll
Sun sits just above the lowest cloud in the distance
Today there is no resistance
Breaking into a run for Neptune’s playground
The beat against his board a familiar sound
Smiling to himself for the freedom he knows here
A break he sees the next one is clear
A few strokes and he stands guiding his board
Through the enchanting spray and the roar
A dolphin joins him on the wave their fun evident
A blessing of conjoining spirits now spent
A swell surges from the kiss of the tempest wind
Enraging the boys inner sin
Take hold of the reins Neptune he shouts
Again he braces for the watery bouts
The beach clears of visitors he makes his stand
Today I am no longer boy, but man
The companion sees his courage and swims near
Drowning is his inner fear
The crest of his wave broke only to rise again
Awaking the instincts within
He swims in front of his beast and stands proud
Turning his waist smartly to ride it out
He slips under the ripcurl entering the tunnel
A roar inside hint at disgruntled
The water closes in to seal him in
A chance to break him his back to end
Not quick enough he thinks to himself
As he races back to the beach in health
Learner Surfer
I am training myself to surfboard
Practicing on my ironing board
For I'm no loser
And the best mover
Shall win a trophy surfer award.
So I've ironed my best underwear
My motto is to always prepare
If I have a fall
I will not bare all
And my assets won't feel whiffs of air.
+*+*
18th July 2022
Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Lisa YY
You glide through this virtual space
surfing bravely across the fiber optic
pressing your big wide lips onto my delicate skin
rising ocean waves matching heartbeat pulses
You have surfed into my mind and soul
building sensations throughout my nerves
blessing your soul onto my human form
praising each moment our bodies unite
Your serenading voice leaves a mark
resonating deep within my chambers
wrapped in your breath of love
I surrender my all into your whole being
Together we are One
I saw an old lady at home
Whose habits bizarre when alone!
She thinks she's abroad
On her ironing board
Surfing tides in a wavey zone.
Her arms and her legs were well spread.
Her curlers tucked neat on her head.
Her pearls sparkled bright,
She squealed with delight,
"Well I can't do this when I'm dead!"
Affectionately dubbed "Silver Surfer"
What a spirit for any to care for!
A tonic indeed
When humour's the need,
And for it the board ain't much worse, awe!
Written 14th July 2022
For the "Limerick" contest
(For a picture of a lady standing on
an ironing board, poised like a surfer.)
Sponsor: Lisa YY
The Silver Surfer – (born Norrin Radd) -
wow, with his metallic skin,
I’m jealous of his surfing aircraft
It’d be so great to take out for a spin.
That Silver Surfer – of a humanoid race
was born in Zen-La. A great astronomer was he.
He did not like how hedonistic his world became.
Here’s the tale of what he came to be.
There was a space invader whose name was Galactus.
The planet Zen-la he wanted to devour.
Radd sought other worlds for his foe Galactus.
And for that, Galactus gave to Radd such mighty power.
At first the Surfer found for Galactus worlds devoid of life
until that evil one began to grow
more greedy. Then he wanted the Surfer to help him take the earth.
He fought the F F, but a lovely blind girl he came to know.
The girl convinced the Silver Surfer to turn against Galactus.
By doing this, he was our friend, but new things were in store.
Another time, he terrorized our earth and then got struck down.
His life was a series of “ups and downs” with the Fantastic Four.
Creating his own energy and needing not to sleep - as the Surfer
he had so many powers, but there were times he failed; his luck would cease.
Sadly, it’s been told that he clawed himself for lack of oxygen.
In “Ruins” his corpse was found afloat in space. May he rest in peace.
Feb. 18, 2023
For Robert James Liguori's Marvel Superhero Or Supervillian Poetry Contest
Spirit
surfer
You were there,
without a care,
when Mars we came to
try,
Spirit surfers of
the solar wind,
lets find some
animals to try,
oh it was half a
million years ago,
time and space it
was no barrier,
transported by the
thought 2 go,
no pain or emotion
carrier,
the air and sea did
not impede,
our landing on the
planet,
still water and the
air was sweet,
and animals
god-damnit!
Of Dinasoars there
was a plentitude,
and flying leather
birds,
we'd spring into
these bodies crude,
and feel 2 much 4
words?
We felt the pain and
suffering,
encased in one that
died,
the Predators would
tear and feast,
till MY spirit
jumped aside!
Bloodlust came with
a Predator,
when I invested him,
animal instinct gets
in the way,
control battles they
were grim !
Heavens crashed Mars
got smashed,
all life forms died
that day,
off to the next
planet we dashed ,
the Earth had
animals hey:}
Don Johnson
how the body got its
spirit controller
originally?
Galactic traveler Speed of light Unstoppable force Endless fight Wisdom and truth Surfs the skies Boundless energy Never dies The Silver Surfer My hero to the end For Contest
He stood motionless
at water's edge.
As if in prayer.
Gazing upward
with hands clasped
tight, like a trapeze
artist, to what hung
from high in the air.
His kite swayed
gently on the breeze
that also blew over me
as I pondered what
was his delay.
Ages passed until
I finally asked.
"Wind not strong
enough today."
Perfect for me.
And the seagulls
who swooped low.
Masters of wind flow.
My only other companions
on this vast stretch of sand.
As I topped up my tan.
Not at all missing
My faraway homeland.