Best Surfing Poems

The arc of my brain reshaped for
The room to fill senses and madness
Acronyms and seduction amalgamated
Boundaries of essence essentials
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Sitting on the sands of the Bay, a small sea
Gigantic waves throw themselves on the sands, I see;
Methinks a true fact the sea never knows, is
How horribly, hungrily and thirstily it roars!
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You came, You conquered,
You took us by surprise,
We depend on you,
We live by your side,
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I spread my heart before you
As serenades at your threshold
Straining every vein of mine
Into a tune of melodious love
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Is nothing real but when I was fifteen,
Going on sixteen, like a corny song?
I see myself so clearly then, and painfully--
Knees bleeding through my usher's uniform
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Feather.

Feather white feather bright
fell from angels wing tonight
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Reading physics in the Charger
at North Bondi; after a while
it gets hard to concentrate.
All that sunlight.
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Right now, there are near 5,000 visitors on this site.
Let's suppose
you spend 8 hours a day surfing the web
and 8 hours sleeping
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Her Life And Likings - Anacreontic Verse
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She was born
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In Ball's Market after surfing till noon,
We stand in wet trunks, shivering,
As icing dissolves off our sweet rolls
Inside the heat-blued counter oven,
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<font color=darkviolet>Another one for Cassandra.

15 minutes
spent playing the guitar,
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Today you’d have been a happy-go-lucky girl:
A teenager up to your eyes in make-up and Maths,
Chatting on MSN and mobile,
Reading chick-lit
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25
just finished
studying Shakespeare
at Wisconsin for my MA
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*** A DEDICATION TO READERS
OF MY VERSES

I keep surfing the inter-net in search of old and
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I feel the adrenaline surfing through my heart
I feel sweat all over my weakened heart
Upon mentioning of your name my heart is lost
Where is it, please give it back
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Dive into the ocean of my eyes
and surf into my life
Float into my dreams and
look into the world from my side
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Waves on the rocks a'crashing
In it human feet go splashing
And elsewhere in the swollen river
'gator tails go thrashing
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'You are lovely
with your smile so warm,
and your cheeks so soft'
as I see you each morning
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Like waves of the ocean
you reached out to me
And flowed back
leaving me alone
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Walls and roof,
Of this situation...,
glow in our memories,
The swim in thoughts,
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Like drops of water
Add up to make the sea
So also, million moments
Add to make our life.
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into the unending work line comes a new beginning
of tolerance of adverse attitude, surfing the taste of
temper and luring smile
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Looking at the Pleiades
Poetess Sappho sheds tears
Do the Pleiades ever know
That a friend here is waiting for them
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Scarlet sunny hands
Surfing soft the sky azure
Turns her face lilac!
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Taking my attention away from unwanted
things, surfing the Internet, listening to the
soothing tones of rational voices; following
logical reasoning explaining various recipes
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Don't know 'bout tomorrow
Can't deal with today
Forgotten yesterday
Sun's trying to burst thru
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green sates as rain streaming on its skin
gloss by dazzles cries in joy endearing
as quest bestirs to seep glimpse of grin
we feel shower of glow filling peace to glitter
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Life is expected to be dynamic

Its verve excites meaning
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Sisters!
I've thought o'er this until my brain has blisters.
Are you, indeed, such valiant resisters
Of all the charm, the grace, the noble bearing
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I don't write poem,
but poem makes me
write it!
The surfing emotion
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Desire offered me a Joyful Blindness
new each time from the Caldron

such that I succumbed each time
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DR. A.P.J ABDULKALAM-OUR BELOVED EX PRESIDENT


There is a look of concern in your eyes.
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entangle by fire, sweeten by dirt and dust, the unwavering
force and stamina, come to forward the little angel of
democracy, the cry that cradle the past of bravery and
heroism of the fatherland
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Tuesday was dehydrated when
The afternoons was past its prime,
Heat still writhes with tropic inebriation
But the St Lawrence, is blanketed in coolness
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If you have to live a life
Yes, live it with all your dreams.
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Sea is to see,
Under the Sea is also to see,
when we see the sea, or under the sea,
when we dive into the sea, or swim in the sea,
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Surfing on a wave of interest
Across a cable under floor
Messages and shopping mails
Cooking tips and friends not pals
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***Important information, ADDED August 7th 2017:

Readers of showcases, this August's showcase has been somewhat of a bother to me, for various reasons. I've had 'technical problems' maneuvering through the process of putting it together. Much of the trouble has to do with its length and my attempts to make it more user-friendly. PoemHunter does not always cooperate either. Now I am in the process of breaking the LONG showcase (over 40 poems, by over 40 poets) into FOUR PARTS: A, B, C, and D.
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you are beyond
the word sane.
I know your surfing pain.
The river also
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Air journey commences with bonhomie
Chatting, talking, surfing, eating
Check-in brings smiles
Boarding cards, glee
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Supermicro thoughts
Pass through my mind
As I shop at the mega-mall.
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thank you for giving me the light in this world...... when
you shared to me the life, that the Lord bestowed and
blessed, you deserve that gift, to have a special one
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colourful flowers attract all with swaying smiles long;
Many varieties of fruits invite all with sweet scents;
Bright blue sky welcomes all visitors with white clouds;
Glorious Sunshine calls all to relax under tree shades!
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It was in my bright time in puberty
Like the sunrise that arises my curiosity
And I plunged in the sea of love
As my thought was like waves to think of
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I am a careful surfer
I'm watchful where I go;
I slide around in cyber-space
Gently - nice and slow.
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They're drawing us in
By their subtle design,
Desiring to know
What's your and what's mine.
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If ever you propose while surfing
Always keep an alter-option ring.
You might lose it like Chris,
And your Loren her bliss,
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Bewildered I walked a long
Through the winding way
Of this labyrinth of deep forest.
I had a mind that here everything
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Heart and Mask

forever, MICHEAL JACKSON
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It was as if a quick withdraw:
A nice fitting, a nice candle glow,
Lighted up a way in darkness shines
Foretold no beginning, nor sparkled lines.
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The typed words of an angel appeared on my screen
Sending kindness and love though me shes not seen
Like soothing music played from a harp
Words are sent to me heart to heart
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Rationalising the world,
through words,
hiding emotions,
in metaphors and ryhme,
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For who ever this does reach,
on some foriegn sandy beach,
I sent this from southend pier,
2005 was the year.
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Don’t drift off into spiritual BS crap
like surfers BS-ing about the holiness of surfing.
Talk about what you admired,
and I don’t’ mean his car
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your voices of golden verse
wakes me up from deep slumber
as coursed from the dream heartful
rousing the warmth of love endeared
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Grand champion hopes echo here each year
As, with summer heat, top class surfers meet
To crest the mighty waves. all leave the fear
Of giant rollers far behind, and sweeten
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mirror
mirror
on
the wall
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Scarlet sunny hand
Smoothly surfing sky azure
Turns its face lilac
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The wave surged as it was building
The enormity of tide for the shore
Years after years it had washed down
Leaving marks of the undercurrents
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The pink of the sunset was like the droop
From the shoulders like the folds in soft
Rays gleamed like diamonds in gold red
From the below sand white was the skirt
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Poetry....

poetry is omni-containing
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Dear Sylvia Frances Chan, she wrote
It's about your book Emeralds Green, she quotes

This is Princess Lee from Gotham Books
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Google me, google me, google me.
I'll google you, google you, google you.
Google me, too, oh do, please do.
Google me, too, boohoo.
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There is always activity in hospital life,
There is always an emergency,
Whether it be a car accident,
A suicide attempt,
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Sometimes emotion flow as liquid of water
And mind is the lonely surfing boat
Wandering around the corner
Sometimes too wide to cover
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I am a fan
of a handshake
in person...
With a person
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Chasing two rabbits:
Life worth damn living
Life worth damn dying
Waking to sunrise
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She wandered lonely in a crowd
that fills the Internet for thrills,
when all at once she thought aloud,
hosts surfing, toasting golden pills,
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The book of poetry, slim in corpus, carries to Jayanta Mahapatra
Sahitya Akademi award for 1981,
A book which presents the poet
As a dreamer and a visionary,
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Pitter patter,
Don’t look out of the window, child
The world has gone wild.
For that isn’t the sound of rain.
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As I open my partner this site I see
And closing it too, this site I live
In my mind and my heart I smiled gently
Jessie, at last the search you see.
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I write to exhale the exhausting rush in the world,
this mazed haste everyone seems to be in.

I write because it's a nutritious delicacy,
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Searching the world over, looking for love somewhere in this
universe, hopefully close to me somewhere.

Taking steps carefully into waves of ocean tides, placing my
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Africa oh! Africa, lays the Sahara the ocean of
desert, fading like a roaring Leon in the meadow of
pasture green spheres upon the shoulder of the fertile
land
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Parenting is surrendered to television
Of five to eight hours of home education
Enemy taking over family communication
Hacking spiritual values, love-altar to destruction
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facing massive wall of water?
surging white cliff torrent tower?
who will ride huge wave river?
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I have not mastered the art
of riding on rolling waves
fifteen feet high,
speeding by like a bird
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We will
seek the great thrill,
surf in hurricane waves
experience the surf, the swell
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Midnight comes knocking with her black mass invitation
She Says follow the crosses of power line stations
Out of a city of microchip cathedrals
Over the steep hills of neon shadows
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Watching Television
While surfing internet
Having cooked meal
While drinking wine
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I'm standing on your shore.
I miss you and want to
Dive deep into your soul!
Oh! my sea, with your surfing
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I am an addict of inter net
my butt is nailed down, I sit
in prolong excessive bio-writing
thru keypad chattering death
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born to be a star, champion to any race, cloth to
fine victory, as the bastion of strength rise into the
sparkling sky, where the highest goal is to fly
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an endless moment have to stay, of where
a countless you have lead my way, to the
rainbow of my shadow awaits the presence
of each memory, the essence of who you are
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the swing of the flocking birds, signal the
morning is coming, the wind surfing over the head
trees and the laughing joy of ducks, whistle the
unending beginning of a morning sky of happiness
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Surfing on the waves of the ocean or
Jumping from the plane to the ground
By parachute satisfy sportive passion!
Climbing the snow mountain or diving
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Son, the world
Is outside your room,

Not in the cyberspace
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your voices of golden verse
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Screwtape is alive and well
and living in my head
instead of writing letters to Dear Wormwood
is composing letters to my soul:
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Over the brow of the hill I go;
Strolling along a deep-brown, dusty,
Sun-baked track.
I see a valley before me.
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Intimate Wish (Acrostic Poem)
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People always say Oklahoma has no beaches or mountains,
So there's nothing to do here.
But they don't tell you about how here in Oklahoma,
We got some things they don't have other places:
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Forming waves;
Wishing an aesthetic ride
Crossing crests and troughs.
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My pose is gathered this Saturday morning because I made a pancake and bacon breakfast. We're listening to a Britney Spears song, off one of Leong's playlists. "I remember when I was about 8, " I say, "I was drawing and singing a Brittney song and I got to the line - "I make no apologies, I'm into phonography, "" and my mom sharply says, "Don't say that! " And I'm left trying to figure out what I said."

"People are harsh with her, but Britney is timeless, " Leong says.
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Uncle Elbert was 80 years old and still surfing the ocean waves.
The things that he could do kept people amazed.
He still liked to chase pretty chicks.
He always bragged about Viagra doing the trick.
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RARe 2nd Stanza - Tourist Spot
March 23, 2020
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