Surf Poems

Surf Usurped

Hitchhiking by blurred station generic
Gypsy Flora slips anonymous, gravel
Grinds her heart of garbage, barbaric
Buried skeleton stirred, further travel 
Ticket to Keep It Secret

Scarred in fish guts grubby, harbour 
Heaves its putrid out to sea, amnesia 
Avails an arbour over bleak macabre 
Mutineer hurled ragdoll dumb, seizure
Saline dreams Dali delirium 


Draped clock face, Flora's flailing coma
Collides

Surf Fishing

Surf Fishing 

fishing
the rolling surf
cast, wait, haul in, recast
again. I catch nothing but don't
really care

SURFERS

     surf lovers always
   high season in hawaii
  waxed hair slim bodies

What is Love? The Surf Rock Song

love is osmosis 
something absorbed 
it creeps up on you 
right through your pores 
it can't be avoided 
unless there is no contact 
it generates heat... 
and a yearning for contract 

Love has moved mountains 
love has dug depths 
Love can pull you into a emotional wreck 

A spiral up... a spiral down 
the elevator

Imprint Vanishing

feet displacing sand 
water filling up the space
imprint vanishing
 

Surf and Turf

I went to the butchers to get me some fish
I asked for some haddock to bake in a dish
The butcher said, “Sir, if it’s fish that you’re after,
You’ve picked the wrong place and you couldn’t pick dafter.”

He said, “If you want fish you want the fishmonger,
I know cos I bought some fish when I was

Before the Euphoria of Surf

 loose, lacy, white - a flowing blouse
the muse left clues in green-gray eyes
an outlier near the lighthouse-ocean
the seabreeze salty and windswept
foreshadowing of quill and paper

before she knew what to say
before the euphoria of surf
leapt up and touched her fingertips
before she learned to grasp
shadows and shapes, beyond the pale

moon and muted sun
dandelion seeds and towering
sunflowers

BELOW AND ABOVE THE SEAS SURF FACE

BELOW AND ABOVE THE SEAS SURF FACE

Gone are the fishers pulling Lugs; the Gull its gizzard rusty hooked; 
and barbed, limit its shelled Limpet supply as blown sand creeps;
smart gulls dunk and dip, clean away dry sand grit, clear their voices;
some gulls with salted eyes sing in the briny choir, in the sea salted air.
Cackle

Night will come

The surf pounds and pounds against the shore
Never ceasing, onward rushing and rushing,
Engulfing the sand, eating it up,
   swallowing it down, spitting it out again
A tree stands proudly, towering, its limbs swaying in the sea breeze
Half in sun, half in shade
Sunset is approaching
   --the shadows grow and grow
Soon will come the

When We Surf with Howie

with a short referee sparred
life of son  had been marred
when he received a red card

tough thought tried to dawn
son Shawn who became a pawn
serve in Army had gone 

longed to see a leaping lizard
being absorbed when big blizzard
turned Shawn into weird wizard

When Shawn would really rally 
while he did dilly down in valley
for long

Sunny the Goblin

Sunny the goblin
Was a very joyful troll
With a blue surfboard and a stately pose
Down the beach he would stroll

Sunny the goblin
Is a happy bloke they say
He surfs well you know
Loves the seaside so
He will live here one day

He built a shack right on the beach
He built it on sturdy ground
No dinner he had a *paddle

His First Surf

.
                  A  Step   
               Into the seas 
             

Soap

For hygiene no hope,
No recourse to soap,
Cleanliness for rope
Germs no longer grope;
Easy patrols: lope

To those who hate soap
Do you ever cope?
All Catholics Nope!”
For I could tell Pope.

Soap is Next father
Of laundry’s lather
Dwarfed only by surf
But to Dirt still rough

Use it no odour
You’ll smell the other.

Sand and Surf

Beach day adventures
are like delicious chocolate cookies
where the sea meets the coast
grounded beyond your comfort zone
intertwined with flavors of the sunset
flowing in the skyline
and footprints scattered everywhere
like a canvas of scenic artwork on the sand bank
a paradise where guitars and lovers
igniting their enthusiasm for life
with the soothing sounds of Goombay
and the beauties of sand and

A Dance On the Surf

.
       If only
  all  of us
could walk 
     On water
   Fluid  Grace.   Free
  Poise  Surfaces         As
  As only  We can      

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