Knocking boots,
it was fun until the boots got old.
The best scrumpy
was not a girl at all, but a pint of raw cider.
Midway through a hike, she cooked up
hot Irish stew in a chill mountain mist.
Never gave much thought to
stimulating aromatics
until wood smoke got in my eyes.
The butchers dog
always had the biggest balls in town,
marrow bones for its libido.
I recall these snippets in a teacup
while slurping a Darjeeling Brew,
it washes over my tongue
like an Indian waitress I once knew.
Funny how the mind surfs up recollections
likes grains of rice, those best moments
of long forgotten flavors.
I put my tongue in my cheek
and try to remember more.
Crab soup made in a straw hut
on a Seychelle's beach,
the woman who cooked it
tasted of ginger, cinnamon and honey,
though on reflection,
I can’t quite recreate that dish anymore.
I think I might have to write
a longer poem about food
with less sex.
Categories:
surfs, poetry,
Form: Free verse
On a wave of crimson, he surfs with glee
In flag shorts waving, proud and free
With a grin that shines, he smiles and soars
A surreal sight, America’s roar
© daniel miltz
Categories:
surfs, beach, patriotic, political, sunshine,
Form: Free verse
I was not born to the moors; my roots are planted
by wild running seas,
even so, a rolling heath is a green tide heaped
into wind-sculptured waves,
low breakers that may tug you deeper,
or crash upon any too certain a mind.
March is a good time
to be a thin branch in a treeless landscape.
You can catch hold of a wind-serpent
in your upheld hands,
a sea-creature born to be the innards of the sky.
When a high rain surfs mountainous air,
you can be pitched pell-mell onto thrashing shores
shorn of any footholds.
I was not begot to be native to these moors
yet they deliver me into that wild ocean
counterpoised between land and sky,
and there, you may also wave-walk
or be born again.
Categories:
surfs, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Search & you'll find that brilliance
comes to the surface
of every wave he surfs
You can find him on a beach
somewhere in your
mind where
every grain of sand
is a representative of time
There the hours pass as if
there's no hourglass
keeping track of the shape
of time slipping away
In a way his feelings are like oceans
but deeper & more complex
than the forming
of tidal waves
When he's blue there's no darker
hue than those murky
depths he's accustomed
to & it shows
Conversely his sunny disposition
is like crystal clear
still water that flows
unapologetically deep
He's oceans apart from what
you're used to & what he's
"supposed" to be
so he's often taken
out of context
If you pay attention to clues
you'll see & realize
his message is more clear
than seas that you
think are blue
He's waving to you through
channels many can see
but only a few
will view with open eyes
When you look into his eyes
all you see is
the intensity of
the waves he rides
Categories:
surfs, introspection, perspective, philosophy, poetry,
Form: Free verse
We float amidst the flotsam and jetsam
Seemingly immune to the debris field
Moving past the invisible, the hushed,
Focused only on the we, of us
Our minds deny the truth of what we see
Refuses to face the rising of the waves
Cannot hear the crushing surfs refrain
“I’ve come again…..again…..a g a I n……”
We walk with naked feet on fresh-wet sand
Listen to the sound of stone-roll band
And wonder why it is we can’t abide
The rising of the flotsam-jetsam tides
Categories:
surfs, life, ocean, world,
Form: Verse
My imprisoned glassed serenade
~beyond trades blues for juicy sea
topsy turvy ocean swayed surfers
and curvy wavy beachy onlookers
for flat surfs turned deep sea divers
~blues further me
family riddles shallow or deep
Diana sings her single ~ Reach Out & Touch ...
~blues further me
camera fiddles with bobbing turtles
patience a pose
~blues further me
sandy beach
haha
too funny ok
lovers tryst
gallant or dumped
ok twas the wrong time for faces to disappear
don't turn your back to the sea
my drape cord!?
Categories:
surfs, appreciation, beautiful, giggle, imagery,
Form: Narrative
heated palms, magnetised feet
a gentle breeze arises within
polarities meet and greet
causing bliss ignition to begin
vibrant presence centred in the void
surfs the bardo of the manifest
pristinity of luminous Self unalloyed
treads mindfully like a gracious guest
Categories:
surfs, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
Spring wears daffodils in her hair
and cherry blossoms on her gown
She flutters with butterflies in meadows fair
As she wears her season's crown
Summer's kiss is a gentle breeze
She wears the crown of the verdant queen
and surfs the waves on many seas
As she caresses flowers in meadows green
Autumn wears a misty smile
As she swirls with falling leaves with glee
A gown of scarlet and gold her style
As wilting flowers fall by her knee
She flutters with falling snow with delight
A snowman waves as she passes by
While she takes her frosty flight
painting grays in the sky
3-19-2024
Categories:
surfs, seasons,
Form: Rhyme
Sliced pineapple chills in ice cubed glass;
cool solstice sun tops surging surfs
Categories:
surfs, analogy, appreciation, fun, imagery,
Form: Crystalline
Time surfs over one page after another.
I wonder about the interludes,
the growth or decline of lesser or greater.
A few pages
stand out, creating pinnacles of inspiration,
that rise far beyond the print.
Other poems are workmanlike,
the tools are all there,
hands can be seen delving into unknown territory,
yet stopping just short of any new frontier.
The best are alien, strange, discomforting,
distressingly real,
they arrive with laser sharp pickaxes.
Then of course, there are
those rarified nuts and bolts
all poets must reshape into the stubborn word,
the perfect symbols of imperfection.
Categories:
surfs, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Santa Sightings Everywhere
savoring the view
Santa's surfing Hawaii
what the O-a-hu
ride tides kangaroos
boogieboarding Sidney plays
the didgeridoos
beach boy Santa Clause
surfs up California
let's give him applause
Categories:
surfs, christmas, holiday, humor,
Form: Haiku
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 pop instead
And began to dance around.
Oh Sunny the Goblin
Was sun tanned as could be
And the people say
He could surf all day
Just the same as *Midge Farrelly
Oh Sunny the goblin
Knew the surf was up that day
So he said lets do some surfing in the sun
So they surfed all the day
Down to the surf shop
With a surfboard in his hand
Buying gear to wear
New T-shirts everywhere
This place was surf gear land
He bought new board shorts for a pound
And a new summer top
He could have bought lots more
But they were closing the shop
Hmm Sunny the Goblin
Had to hurry on his way
With a little sigh he waved goodbye
Great shopping here today
Thumpety, thump thump, thumpety, thump thump
The sand's so hot it glows!
Thumpety, thump thump, thumpety, thump thump
Sunny carries his board running on his toes.!
Categories:
surfs, sea,
Form: Lyric
what is her name?
Who cares? We call her woman who surfs
She appears around dusk.
Heads toward the water
Have you spoken to her?
No. She is too beautiful.
Categories:
surfs, beautiful, beauty, woman,
Form: Free verse
Goes a white doe, faint glimpse a wondering.
Rare diaphanous prismatic heartstring,
astir, the bestilled buds wake an ocean.
Nascent feels Aurora's palm in motion,
iridescence and redolence yon oaths,
divine dulcet elysian her outgrowths.
Moon/Star burrowing framing an archway,
You can kill fish, not stars, said Hemingway.
Golden sets of surfs delve a saffron sky,
amber rays herald as a beach comply.
Sands surrendered shoeless soles schlep trail
gild glitters flocked doves sprung free summer's veil.
A myriad of countenance submit
a sun encounters a probing of it.
Categories:
surfs, analogy, appreciation, meaningful, motivation,
Form: Sonnet
seaguls in the sea
~low expectatations to reach~
easy life to live
eagles above clouds
~small eyes with a big vision~
catch life at first sight
Sleeping at daytime
~those great strangers in the night~
owls are heard sometimes
cuckoo bird in spring
~its delightful sound to ears
missed with august mist
the nightingale sings
every season, small but huge
~he stays forever~
travellinng always
~albatross surfs the blue sky
coming back to home
clever hunter hawks
~up from the hights stalking the preys~
lunch served in the air
ones or the others
big or small ~the birds' song brings
happiness in life
Categories:
surfs, adventure, beach, bird, creation,
Form: Haiku
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