Footprints walking our snowy, sandy place
The silence, oh, how she makes it nimbus —
The waves unchanged after falling snow crown,
Someone else in you and I; remember — ?
I look for the heart of these ebbing shells.
The cleanup of sea froze to this blizzard.
In my mouth, her hair — tongue stirs minuet
Through silver glitter of ice, nor'easter.
Like a whipped fish hanging onto a dock,
Through a tipping sun in your Aqua eyes,
Like the snow — a chilly buoy's heartthrob;
Will the ocean between us melt in time — ?
Another white wing like frost from seagulls
On frigid beach's body; letters traced —
Within the surf, our names' wipeout; and still
Winter goes without us, in snow and gray.
Categories:
wipeout, angst, judgement, love, ocean,
Form: Lento
A surfer who suffered a fall
Found a float and for help he did call.
As the drama unfurls,
It seems that curls* will be curls,
And buoys will be buoys, after all.
*INCYDK (in case you didn't know): For all you non-surfer dudes and dudettes,
a "curl" is the curl or flip that forms as the top of a wave breaks.
Categories:
wipeout, humor,
Form: Limerick
"Just breathe, you're having your breath taken, 'Aweigh anchors away,' the blessed follows," ... by The Poet
The unnoticeable lulls a fancy
as obscurity stares at a lost
such are promotions
of a trance
stages all ages
a momentous chance
for lifetime promise of romance
shattering glimmering
convinces glimpses
alarm bells--"Hush little baby don't--OH NO!"
"Release the Kraken ... or mices ... an ant if you have any?"
She comes, A ROWER?
It's The Specifics of the Ocean
Those islanders will come out - rigging
and surfing, Aurora, in a pipeline ... she's a dreamer ...
OH NO! WIPEout, its ecliptic ... but there at the ocean's edge
o'er the horizon, Aurora, RISE
the shacks are empty, the fields aplenty
The Drums of the Islands, Aloha Alive.
Categories:
wipeout, appreciation, life, nature, song,
Form: Lyric
Upward washboard
Washcloth without
Waybill uphill
Workplace, without
Washcloth wipeout
Washboard Upward
4/1/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Categories:
wipeout, analogy, anxiety, appreciation, engagement,
Form: Footle
I've seen the cool moves of Surfing Annie
Her ironing board rides are so uncanny!
When she has a wipeout
She blames it on her gout
I'm proud of Annie 'cause she's my Granny
July 15, 2022
Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Lisa YY
Photo supplied by Pinterest
Categories:
wipeout, grandmother, silly,
Form: Limerick
Me and memories
There I stand,
No, not amidst the chaos!!
But by the side of a coffee shop.
I hardly change even as years pass by;
Expressionless, lofty being, I say!
Sipping their coffee or tea
Some tiny creatures encircle me,
Perhaps for my shed and bench to settle;
Still never one way, their convos entertain.
Oh! There I see,
Two birds flying different ways
Will they come back for my sake?
Another cobweb of doubt,
Waiting for wipeout, with their reunion.
Well! That blooming, informal bond
Between the gardener and his plants,
Watering the roots of knowledge;
Strengthen the purpose of my birthplace.
Right, there I stand,
As a still witness to thousands of memories,
Pictures, bonds, built and broken.
The day ends with the hope of much more;
Questioning the longevity of me and memories...
This poem is about a banyan tree in our college...
Categories:
wipeout, age, children, education, heaven,
Form: Free verse
Javan Rhinos are listed as, critically endangered
and live in Indonesia’s, Ujung Kulan National Park
they have a dusky grey colour, with a single horn mold
and a very lose skin fold, that looks like body armor
Humans are encroaching, into the Javan’s forest habitat
with poaching and deforestation, to greed development
and incoming natural disasters, will destroy their pastures
with a tsunami, volcano eruption, or just human overpopulation
There is also global warming, that creates sea level rising
that could wipeout their home, of their amazing habitat
and potential inbreeding, and wild cattle disease is climbing
while the human density syndrome, has turned us, into a rat
Categories:
wipeout, animal, beautiful, earth, education,
Form: Rhyme
Decked out and wearing slippers
Driveway ten miles high or so it seems
Icy and unrelenting
Why does my David think
we can make it through the moss?
We climb the cliffs or so it seems
Two sons, well a son and his friend,
see me almost meet my end
They’ve been staring out the pane
Are they teens at all?
I slip as if drunk ~
a winterwork’s wipeout
‘Fore I can blink
I’ve been set upright
betwixt the stately oaks,
carried into the comforting arms
of home
Sons are born, some come as a friend —
together they save a mother
from death’s humiliation and shudder
I think my David made it inside
He must have ‘cause he is by my side
The next uproar is our hearty laugh
as our car sits lonely at the bottom
awaiting tomorrow’s thaw
Things look prettier
behind the pane
and once again these young men
morph into teens
hiding in their cave
Like fairies at midnight,
no one believes they exist
to save you, reset your timeline
Boys grow up to be men
sometimes it shows
‘fore their time
and love grows for two sons -
one will stay,
the other’s the equivalent
of one snowflake ~
worth a dendritic cent,
a collectible
10/26/2020
Categories:
wipeout, mother son, winter,
Form: Free verse
Do you
ever feel!?
Upside down
sideways
and bent
backwards?
Snowboarding
down slopes
of discontent
challenging
and
dangerous
With
temperatures
on the
flip side
of minus
forty degrees
hellbent
and
freezer burned
pleading
Traversing
the
powdery deeps
With
a slope of
snow rattling
your
bending knees
Freestyle
jumping
turning atop
breezes
while
twisting inside
Thinking
what a ride
While
in flight
then
flipping upright
while praying
to land
on a dime
with no
broken bones
in a
Wipeout
Just the
shattered
nerves
of an
athletes time
in their
moment
of
free styling
just shining
and stopping
on that
dime
amidst
the
mounting
snow of
Time
Categories:
wipeout, devotion, sky, snow, solitude,
Form: Free verse
Do you
ever feel!?
Upside down
sideways
and bent
backwards?
Snowboarding
down slopes
of discontent
challenging
and
dangerous
With
temperatures
on the
flip side
of minus
forty degrees
hellbent
and
freezer burned
pleading
Traversing
the
powdery deeps
With
a slope of
snow rattling
your
bending knees
Freestyle
jumping
turning atop
breezes
while
twisting inside
Thinking
what a ride
While
in flight
then
flipping upright
while praying
to land
on a dime
with no
broken bones
in a
Wipeout
Just the
shattered
nerves
of an
athletes time
in their
moment
of
free styling
just shining
and stopping
on that
dime
Categories:
wipeout, sky, snow, solitude, son,
Form: Free verse
These damn winds, they blow so strong!
Will it be all summer long?
The cursed rain, it lashes, oh so fast!
How long can this massive downpour last?
The sun, it hides behind a cloud!
Why do you wear this foggy shroud?
These dark skies...so grey, i'd rather blue!
Will the sunshine ever make it's way through?
Sun, come back, where you belong!
Where, oh where, has the fair weather gone?
What a humdrum wipeout of a summer!
Is there anyone who can call a cosmic plumber?
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
Categories:
wipeout, hope,
Form: Rhyme
WIPEOUT
You cannot imagine us today as we were -
Almost simply a vestigial memory; but once
We were numberless and roamed the landscape freely,
Harmless and beautiful creatures, each graceful,
But most impressive in herds of ten thousand,
Grazing the short grass plains, following the seasons.
In winter moving south, returning in spring:
Shoals of us swimming the mighty rivers,
Herds of us trotting to the high pastures in late summer,
Flights of us in the early morning mists of the
Towering fortress mountains which sheltered our beauty
From all enemies. For millennia we lived in peace;
But the hunters came and took one of us as a trial; then another.
Then they took us in our thousands, for our skins, for our horns,
Until only a few remained, and were herded into one tight valley
With no escape. One by one the weapons of the hunters
Cut us down till only Bighorn, the last of our race, was left standing.
The chief hunter took careful aim and unleashed his weapon :
Bighorn fell dead and with him died the race of the unicorn.
Categories:
wipeout, animals
Form: Free verse