Best Surfing Poems
The blazing sun is shining bright
upon the swell of ocean’s pride.
An offshore wind is blowing light.
The blazing sun is shining bright.
There are wild horses in full flight.
A surfer takes a curling ride.
The blazing sun is shining bright
upon the swell of ocean’s pride.
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Drip drip dribble dribble
google harps- here's a fiddle
How does fuzz evolve to stubble
Here's Fred Flinstone- Barney Rubble
WON 5 DOLLARS!- now I'm even
Online poker- guy named steven
Shop for blankets- buy throw pillows
Google hammock- weeping willows
Go to restroom- better lock it
Here's the key- brains your pocket
Keyboard's pencil- screen's your pad
Don't be a stranger- email dad
SEND to stepmom- SEND to cousin
Be specific- there's a dozen
SEND to grandma in the grave
SEND to bastard uncle - Dave
Where's Japan and where's Korea
Google maps is glad to see ya
Chat with Bennett- bash Obama
Poke your next door neighbors momma
Friend Dee Snyder- Twisted Sister
like a miss - poke your sister
Like a sir - unfriend a mam
Search Hulk Hogan- Uncle Sam
Write your daughters third grade teacher
Bash a priest- praise a preacher
Write your mom a prison letter
You know momma!- probably better
When your hand gets tired of typing Log on Youtube- watch some fighting
UFC- sometimes delightful
This guys girlfreinds being spiteful
Cat's in mirrors- fight their face
See some guy get sprayed with mace
Watch that clip from Tropic Thunder
Rock the Casba- Land down under
Fight the system- Fight the power
Search for bloopers- Austin Powers
Play online and fight for glory
Man this game is too damned gory
Watch the packers play the Bears
COME ON SLACKER!-PASSING WHERE?!!
POKE from brother- INBOX sister
called your phone- you must've missed'er
Supposed to work - be there at eight
It's almost nine- you're pretty late
Get to work- just tell them something
Man what happened?...It was nothing
Lost
and tossed
dazed, confused
tired of tears
and being abused
I am trying to grow
and find a much better way
I have two choices...leave or stay
loved with such anger tears me in two
trying to figure out what I should do.
Surfing consciousness
Within the womb of existence
Sensations borne of resistance
Navigates spectrum of delight
As bestowed on soul’s sentience
Undifferentiated light
Enlivened by love, shining bright
Infuses in the void, intent
Creating a pulse, day and night
Innate to soul’s the bliss current
Exuberance effervescent
Both receptor and transmitter
Of love and light luminescent
09-May-2022
Are you muse listening?
Can you hear
the Cosmic mechanics
quantum singing?
The nebular orchestral oscillations
are photon vibrating
Waves upon waves
of pure starlight expanding harmoniously
Music of the Spheres
ring Galactic in my ears
As I silver surf in the Void,
seeking the golden
event horizon
of Infinity
The Fountain of life force source
of endless
Transcendent energy
Time traveling on
waves upon waves
after after
waves waves
of solar winds
Speed of Thought blowing
Can you feel
the dimensional Continuum flow
ever pulsar rising?
As more prism portals of rumination
keep firmament opening
Wormholes of gravitational creativity,
through which I rainbow fall ...
Taking the terrestrial dive
into planetary depths
A murky glow state
of an astral emptiness fate
I stargaze await,
in my dry suit
of beta wave vulnerability
Being inertia lulled
to the sleep of entropy
Waiting to muse hear
the soul elevating,
Supernova symphonic sound —
Sub-atomic transformation trilling,
Revival currents ...
sending me Celestial bound
I stand, once again, upon
my kismet faithful Ascension board:
The cerebral silver movement,
that never precious elements hoard
Basking in the shimmering teleport,
which will send me
to the Universe timeless origin —
The Paradise realm
of Eternal Bliss Permutations
Ever surf gliding
on waves upon waves upon waves
of waves and waves and waves
of Love Never Ending
In spite of the snow, in spite of the cold
I'll be surfing in Hawaii, such joy untold
Well maybe in dreams
Hear girlies cute screams
Dreams, my friends are much richer than gold
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?
The postcard reads"Wish You Were Here"
Then I see the sea of loves wave on how
We behave... The sea waves rush and
Your surfboard gets drenched. Is this a
Dream you wonder and nothing but gushes
Of extremely salty water gives water gives
Us both a potent pinch. Your surfboard stands
High nearly touching the clear blue sky. The sun
Of sweet love has us sweating from strenuous
Activity. Oh in glee we are both surfing in the
Sea of sweet love getting soaking wet from
Below and above. The postcard reads "Come
Join Me" Then us surfing in the sea of sweet
Love will no longer be fantasy but reality.
Surfing in the sea of love drenching the
Surfboard roughing the waves that won't
Behave and that's okay. One day the postcard
Will read "What a wonderful vacation1 Y'all come
Back to love nation." Surfing in the sea of sweet
Love is a vacation to savor on any board like
Surface. Surfing in the sea of sweet love is
A dream worth having to get pinched by the
Saline waves. Surfing in the sea of sweet love
Is what is by both of us craved. Come over
Here and ride the waves, the postcard says!
SURFING
Passion surfs on the waves of discontent
but calm waters cannot make an avid ride.
When currents stress the undertow,
it pulls and pushes on the board to
throw the rider off the side.
And in this challenge of a reckless sea
tumultuous swirling unrelenting forces
conspire to end the ride but sometimes
the breakers hold true and one finds
meaning on the perfect wave.
CAK 12-18-2012
i wanna rip
ride the edge and cut the lip
balance and nature
Beach Boys sounds played as I walked through the door
Gran was smiling as she headed for shore
She shouted out in dismay
As the ironing board gave way
And ended up in a heap on the floor...
Written 17th July 2022
Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Lisa YY.
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
28th &29th March 2012.
Sandy saunter through virgin sands,
The trudging pathways lead me to beach lands.
Cam a red nude peeped under a Mac,
Slight drizzle from the clouds, into the coco nut grove I move, on the hammock to lie aback.
Blue carpets waves silently lie await to gala regattas,
Satan oscillates my metallic sonatas.
Beneath the tepid and warm waters lie melodies churned,
Now on whipped and agitated waters surf frothy strains upturned.
White virgin sands lie dormant and waiting,
Bright sands looks like satin spread , love making.
Waiting and dormant lie sands virgin white,
Making love ,spread satin like, looks sand bright.
Water gliders and surfers , the sandy shores they crowd,
Skills and mind thrills by practice they are now richly endowed.
Ah Satan sees Natasha,
They are all competing Asha, Natasha, Trasha and handsome Pasha
PALINDROMES
Cam a red nude peeped under a Mac,
Satan oscillates my metallic sonatas
White virgin sands lie dormant and waiting,
Bright sands looks like satin spread , love making.
Ah Satan sees Natasha
By: Sashi .Prabhu (zeauoxian)
elephant seal
broadcasting new whiskers
you will be caught
CT
I, the technologically challenged one,
am surfing the web even as we speak.
I thought computers would be one and done,
but now I find that we must all speak Greek
and learn the ins and out within a week.
This is nothing new; it's gone on for years.
I learned the basic Word and Excel stuff
once upon a time, but none of it clears
a temp agency, it's just not enough.
So in the end I'm playing blind man's bluff.