Long Surfs Poems

What is love?
A sea of nonexistence
both tranquil and calamitous
where the mind
does not dare enter.
(Rumi, M. Mafi, "Day By Day", p. 120, 2014, Hampton Roads)

What is timeless synergy?
Our sea of coexistence
both confluent and dissonant
where blind consciousness
seldom...

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In the blinded moments,
Before the mist rises over the tumbling surf…
Blueness tempting awake my dreams,
A heartbeat from the flaming blaze,
Sunshine pouring through the clusters of 
Feathery clouds, like the breath of peace
Aroused from the falling...

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Trump’s ‘Win’ “Hey, Fore!” (Now Five More)


Trump’s ‘Win’

Trump’s ‘Win’ fades (but for lives that it cost)!
Think he cops to the fact that he’s lost?
Fake News’ swill! Be prepared
for a varmint (once snared),
can be vicious as...

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"betwixt the pulse of our heartbeat
simply present, head-heart linking
dwelling in time stretched blissful peace
awareness became unblinking" ~Unseeking Seeker

I feel the surging bloom of bewitching butterflies,
fluttering in sync to cosmic sage and
saffron sparks~
sailing amidst waves of...

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    When lotus  d u s k s
         are sequined with a gown
   of glittery s t a r s ,...

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As the apologetic sun
melts in hibiscus vase
of pastel-peach 
horizons and peels off
those pristine pigments 
of egoistic elegance, 
sailing upon 
aquamarine foam
of vanilla waves ~
where dignity
unveils a clemency
within catharsis, 
I dare to surrender
towards the 
pink-teal blends...

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Echoed in the embrace of autumn’s wind,
Gentling whispers, sighing 
Breathing prayers who consume guarded
Flames from yesterday’s shadows

Considered by the trembling branches,
Tugging against the gusts,
Laughing into the twisted leaves, dancing
Swirling caresses of soft amber, 
Succulent tangerine...

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What's in writing?
What makes one to author something from the absolute scratch?
What is the science of this art?
Is it just the perceptible version of the human thought or something-deep lies within this solemn form of...

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Beneath the illumination of the elliptical moon,
Within the cove of diamond bay, waves gently sway
Back and forth, under the oceans clarity of the big blue,
As the surfs foam and spray roll against the white sandy
Beaches...

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Fascinated by a word ‘lofty solitude’
I, as a tall and dignified pine tree,
once stood high on a mountaintop
that stands there from a time remote in antiquity
the unfathomable height.
However, I have burned the pride of the...

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Since the elders often proclaim, my how time flies, 
You then naturally look up into the skies.
To study the heavens for at least one small sign,
From the horizon up to the tallest tree line.

Then suddenly,...

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We all went down to the beach today; it was hot as hot can be.  
The carpark was full, Dad got cross and my sister wanted a wee. 

The picnic basket handles broke, our...

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The chick grows to puberty hearing the sound of surfs as a lullaby,
returning waves as rocking cradle, fed by passing clouds and drank 
of fogs. He learned: how to fly friend with wind, flow of...

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While watching Bill Reid’s wooden sculpture 
“The Raven and the First Men”(1)

One day, 
after the long and countless searches of bottom of the abysmal waters
with cycles of formation and extinction of renewed waves and ripples,
a...

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Dedicated to: (Maestro Marinero) Antonio B. Dublado 


I could've been on the stage applauded by spectators old and young 
A vibrant lad and appealing, so well I could sing and dance. 
But when I saw...

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etherial entities, Elsewhere and Elsewhen
  less than omnipotent but exceeding their parts
  abide in Netherverse, universal children
  intertwining potentials conceive child of their arts

  a difficult birth through a point of...

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I come to your bedside once more,
you've poured our photos and poetry on the floor
an act of apostasy, a grim admission, the room in dim depression,
laying on your side , cheeks heated and soaked in...

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Chrysalis



Emerald caverns carved in light, honeycombs of sheer delight

And I, a joyful wonderer be, in this labyrinth of mystery

One mere step through fern and brier, to satiate my soul’s desire

Streaking through the leafy crown, blades...

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It doesn’t matter if a droplet falling into a pond is early morning dew born from a petal, rain drop gathered from the misty air on one of those gloomy day’s afternoon or simply a...

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women what I love
the waves and curves
and soft linen to disguise what lies beneath
my gaze surfs, in lines
up and down from bottom to crown

the straights too
and the curly cues
like mine
and their eyes
better than heels, jewels...

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Cobwebs of thoughts dangle in forlorn corner
Spun by emotions that surrendered long ago
Still hanging out, anguished, in grip of throes
Engrossed in silence while gazing night skies
Admiring how they once painted astral designs
Brush stroking delight by...

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As I age 
I hope to become increasingly difficult 

to extract from flow of Presence
apprehending EarthMother focus 
through holistic reflections
within Now

Without targeting Others 
over There
lacking CoPresence.

I hope ego-awareness shrinks 
within aging 
cranial carrying 
mindbodies

To swell...

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Dedicated to my friend and fellow Souper, Jannie Breedt



Ocean-born wave rhythms rock their roll
    just as motions my own soul does extol
        since first we...

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I look into my reflection hoping to find her lost looking for her way 
back home.
                   ...

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Time is always virgin in its mother womb
Caravan of crossing never knows stoppage
On its attachment all come step by step
This morning came back everything like before

Old existence I wanna not to forget
But today everything is...

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