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in times of doubt and
hiding where times get harsh and
when you are feeling so foolish
betrayed once twice thrice and
patience says think seventyseventimesseven
before you take action, think and reflect and ponder
and be calm and be sober and do not say it is over,
you know where to hide and forget the real world.
surf, surf, surf out anything
have more time with pictures, and shallow hi's and hello's
lots of lols and omgods
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Surfin'
Surfin' is the only life
The only way for me.
Now surf, surf (surfin') with me
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Surfin' is the only life
The only way for me.
Now surf, surf (surfin')
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I got up this mornin' turned on my radio
I was checkin' on the surfin' scene
To see if i would go
And when the dj tells me that the surfin' is fine
That's when i know my baby and i will have a good time
Surfin' is the only life
The only way for me.
Now surf, surf (surfin') with me
From the early morning to the middle of the night
Any time the surf is up the time is right
And when the surf is down and things get lazy
We'll do the surfer's stomp that's when the surfers go crazy
Surfin' is the only life
The only way for me.
Now surf, surf (surfin') with me
Now the dawn is breaking and we really gotta go
But we'll be back here very soon that you better know
You know my surfer knots are rising and my board is losing wax
(yeah yeah hey now)
But that won't stop me baby cause you know i'm coming back
Surfin' is the only life
The only way for me.
Now surf, surf (surfin') with me
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Surfin' is the only life the only way for me
Now come on pretty baby and surf with me
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song performed by by Beach Boys
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The Surf Talks
Oooh I love you
Giggle giggle
The surf talks
Do you love me too?
If the surf could talk, I know shed ask
Do you think youre equal to the task?
If the surf could talk, shed say
Beware I love you
So Id answer very carefully
And Id ask if shed be there for me
And the surf says always
Beware I love you
The surf says I want you like you want me
Am I in you? are you in me?
Tell me
The surf talks
And it knows what to say
The surf talks
I must learn to obey
The gun cocks, the clock stops, the earth rocks, the surf talks
The surf talks
Puts its tongue on my skin
The surf talks
While its sucking me in
The door locks and unlocks, the veil drops, the surf talks
She has promised me a beach of pearls
And an endless wave, a perfect curl
And she tells me always
Beware I love you
She will place the world inside my hand
She will touch the soul of every man
She will take my message
Im here to love you
The surf says I want you here inside me
Am I in you? are you in me?
Tell me
We are standing on a beach of pearls
We are riding deep inside the curl
And everybody all around the world
Must surrender when your flag unfurls
We are standing on a beach of pearls
We are riding deep inside the curl
And everybody all around the world
Will be dancing in the sea.
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Surfin Safari
Surfin safari
Lets go surfin now
Everybodys learning how
Come on a safari with me
(come on a safari with...)
Early in the morning well be startin out
Some honeys will be coming along
Were loading up our woody with our boards inside
And headin out singing our song
Come on (surf route) baby wait and see (surfin safari)
Yes Im gonna (surfin route) take you surfin (surfin safari) with me
Come along (surfin route) baby wait and see (surfin safari)
Yes Im gonna (surfin route) take you surfin (surfin safari) with me
Lets go surfin now everybodys learning how
Come on a safari with me (come on a safari with...)
At huntington and malibu theyre shooting the pier
At rincon theyre walking the nose
Were going on safari to the islands this year
So if youre coming get ready to go
Come on (surfin) baby wait and see (surfin safari)
Yes Im gonna (surf route) take you surfin (surfin safari)with me
Come along (surf route) baby wait and see (surfin safari)
Yes Im gonna (surf route) take you surfin (surfin safari)with me
Lets go surfin now everybodys learning how
Come on a safari with me (come on a safari with...)
Theyre anglin in laguna in cerro azul
Theyre kicking out in dohini too
I tell you surfings mighty wild its getting bigger every day
From hawaii to the shores of peru
Come on (surf route) baby wait and see (surfin safari)
Yes Im gonna (surf route) take you surfin (surfin safari) with me
Come along (surf route) baby wait and see (surfin safari)
Yes Im gonna (surf route) take you surfin (surfin safari) with me
Lets go surfin now everybodys learning how
Come on a safari with me (come on a safari with...)
With me surfin safari.
song performed by by Ramones
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Sunrise
When the sun comes up on the Eastern shore
and the sky becomes bright pink
I'm in awe and then I think
the luckiest person am I.
It's like a painted picture was brushed
by the hand of God at sea.
For a minute or two all's right with the world
for I feel sweet peace in me
as I see the colors on high.
Lost in the moment of incredible delight
and with my rod and reel in hand,
I forget about the waves near my feet
or the graininess of the sand
and the seagulls that I see fly.
This is the morning scene that's there
for the fishermen on the surf.
He breathes it in and fishes again,
comfortable with this surf
and the overhead colorful sky.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Sandpiper (Cavatina)
(after Elizabeth Bishop)
The leaping spray that roar, the swishing fling
of surf and sand,
plays in and out as waves rush to and thro;
where it does stand
while searching for something on tiny legs;
it understands
the roaring toss, a world of surf and foam,
while rushing on the wet beach it does roam.
[Reference: 'Sandpiper' by Elizabeth Bishop.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Moms A Surfer
Yo, my mom was a surfer
She surfed the big old waves
In avalon new jersey
She had a big ole brown board
With red stripes
Back in the day on the beach
When the break was right
Shell make you tight
Shell do the mashed potato
And the buckaroo
When she was inside the tube
Her legs was renewed
She was juice
And loose with her caboose in the bikini
All the fellas would whine
That she gets all the waves
And she looks so fine and pretty
So I wrote a ditty
In the days that I walked on the earth
Thats right, I said my mom can surf
Say oh yeah
Shes got the motion
Thats right
Say oh yeah
Shes got the motion
Yo, mary jane lorraine
Thats my mommas name
And when she steals your wave
Yo man, please dont complain
The biggest wave of the day
Is for grabbing Im not bragging
Thats right
I said my mom can surf
Like smurfette
Shell be the only girl in the lineup
And at the bunkroom
All the fellows would line up
My dad couldnt surf
But you know he got lucky
Momma 52 years old and still truckin
In hawaii, escondido and california
Biaritz and austrailia I think you better wait
South america, south africa
What Im telling ya
Is my mom can surf
And dont ask her where shes from
Or even start joking
Cuz shes good for a girl
And yes shes always local
Oh, thats right
Shes got the motion yeah
I say, oh, thats right
Yeah shes got the motion
There she goes man
So mom can surf
Now you know I know what to do
I looking for you
Yeah, the girl who says if it swells
You know Ill ride it
Cuz surfer girls like surfing
And they never hide it
This little surfer girl
Shes gonna wax my stick
Shes driving old car from 1966
I thought she was a mermaid
Floating in the ocean
Tell her on the beach
And rub her with some suntan lotion
She got the motion
Of the sea of love in the air
Gonna surf some bikes
Be a surfing pair
Shes the hitchikin woman
And she thumbs around with me
Thats how it is and
And thats how its gonna be
So dont be jealous
Man or start cursing
Cuz thats my girl
Dont you know, shes surfing
Oh, thats right
Yeah, shes got the motion
Oh, thats right
Yeah, she got the motion
Oh, thats right
She got the motion
Mmmmm, thats right
Yeah, she got the motion
song performed by by G. Love & Special Sauce
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Reflections-3
1 Sand
Ages and yores sprayed
Glint of God gleaming in grains
Vast spread varied hues
2 Shore
Restless Rani rues
Set ashore her way his heart
Silicon Raja
3 Salt
Preservative His
To save and savour this mud
His taste of our hearts
4 Surf
Sea-shore sport endless
A draw-game, no win or loose
Breaking the game Surf
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Complete; Rising Crimson With Love
Do you remember the time we walked on the beach
to the sound of the surf as it beat at our feet
and the sun was rising crimson with love
as we walked hand in hand and flew like the doves.
Do you remember the feel of the wind in our hair
as we sat on the sands without any cares
and the tears in our eyes were for joy not for grief
as we sat and felt as one with the beach.
Do you remember the time we walked on the beach
to the sound of the surf as it beat at our feet
your heart was in mine and mine was in yours
as we walked hand in hand on those magical shores.
Do you remember the feel of the wind in our hair
as we sat on the sands without any cares
and we joined with the ocean that came to our feet
making us the beach and the ocean complete.
Do you remember the time we walked on the beach
with the healing, the feeling, of being at peace
the sand at our feet, the surf in our mind
an ocean of stillness in one heart that's combined.
Do you remember the feel of the wind in our hair
with our eyes full of stars our hearts without cares
and a sun that was rising crimson with love
as our souls were set free into the sky up above.
Do you remember the time we walked on the beach
to the sound of the surf as it beat at our feet
and the sun was rising crimson with love
as we walked hand in hand and flew like the doves.
poem by David Taylor
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Lots Of Times
Lots of times we laugh and joke
And make funny faces
And lots of time we write notes
Telling each other hello
Lots of times we hung out
And made up funny games
And lots of times we stood together
And defended our beliefs
Lots of times I think of you
And how you're my best friend
And lots of times I know
That that will never end.
Don't Forget (22nd)
Don’t forget those times we used to laugh
About your silliness and awkwardness
I so love that about you
Don’t forget those times we watched
Some epic gross movie, I enjoyed
The best part was- sitting next to you!
Don’t forget those times we felt so uninspired
Yet your presence lights my fire,
You gave me so much joy
Don’t forget those times we just sit and talk
Sometimes you sang, I listened,
I cherish that moment my love
Don’t forget those times we used to eat out
The best days we had together
I wish that more would come
Don’t forget my words to you
How great and good you are,
I will say it again, if ever you doubt
Don’t forget those times of long silence
Yet our hearts beat as one
I will miss your empty corner
Don’t forget those times I didn’t speak
I was praying for you, I was longing
To be near you
Don’t forget those times of sadness
I was teaching you to rise up,
so you would know what you want
Don’t forget this special time, I allowed
My heart to love, I want to talk
I want to know, how about you?
Don’t forget that all we have, is but limited time
Just talk, just ask,
I have been waiting all this time
poem by Claire Ann Pajo Sansolis
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Head South
A surf rock man from the land of plenty
Surf rock mess with no surf but pine trees
Struck by being ashamed of your old space
Just wanting that meaning
You bleached your hair
And you pawned your skis
And then you sold out for the
Shade of the palm tree scene
And said, of what a drag!
Oh what a backwards scheme,
Cuz here things go from grey
To grey and back to grey again
And they get green and go to grey
And back to grey again
So he said, head south! [x12]
Struck by being ashamed of your old space
Just wanting that (meat? )
You bleached your hair
And you pawned your skis
And then you sold out for the
Shape of the palm tree scene
Surrounded, cut off jeans
And cut off jeans and cut off
Jeans are what you mean
When you say, head south! [x12]
song performed by by Modest Mouse
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Nothing Serious About The World
you open the pc
and look at the emails
surf about the word for today
a little facebook
ten minutes
then PH
some lines to reflect upon
just like passing rain
nothing to wet much
the plants are alive
and the ants don't need
much water
the fields are green
and the skies have to be
white and patches of blue
once in a while
already make the day
a better one
you dabble and scribble
and then
off you go
into the real word of
money and work
and some cliches
and the usual
business
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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He Miss The Old Town
He miss the old town by the ocean and he misses the smell of the sea
And in his moments of nostalgia in fancy he hear and see
The silver gulls above the wide beach in small flocks they call as they fly
And the soft pipings of the sooty oystercatchers echo in the clear morning sky.
He was a young man of the sixties and young men they age and grow old
All year round he rode the big surf waves in a wet suit to keep out the cold
Till he wandered far from the ocean fell in love, married and settled down
An ageing dad with teenage daughters he lives in a big inland Town.
He is out of practice for surfing and he lives far from the ocean shore
A champion young surfer of the sixties perhaps he will surf never more
You can take the man from the ocean but the ocean does not leave the man
Though far from the roar of the surf waves he well may live out his time span.
He miss the old town by the ocean though he now might feel a stranger there
A champion young surfer of the late sixties till lust for wander it took him to elsehwere
in his imaginings he rides the big waves and on his face the ocean spray
And at heart he is a coastal person though from there he lives far away.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Myself a Sea-gull
I threw the net in the ocean of experience, on the bank of life.
The net is but my poetry;
I sat on the chill soft sand.
Contemplating i sat on the shore of life.
I cast the net, yonder i see the waves of the sea appearing like the waving green fields.
And the foam and surf of the sea
Resembling the grains at the top, in the fields of ocean's coast.
The sea-field has the eternal harvest ready with the surf grains.
To be reaped by the sea-gulls flying like the silver-sickles
I will also love the sea of life let me become a sea-gull
Wading and flying through- singing the song of the surging sea of life;
poem by Minnoor srinivasan
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Seabirds
Mighty waves come crashing down,
The spray is lashing high into the eagles eye
Shrieking as it cuts the devil wind,
Is calling sailors to the deep
But I can hear the sound of seabirds in my ear
Surf is high an the sea is awash
An a haze of candy floss, glitter and beads
Rock that we sat on and watched in the sun
That was hot to touch
And the sea was emerald green
I can hear the sound of seabirds in my ear
And I can see you smile
Surf comes rushing up the beach
Now will it reach the castle wall and will it fall
Catfish dappled silver flashing
Dogfish puffing bubbles in my deep
song performed by by Pink Floyd
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Sometimes in the morning, when it's a good surf, I go out there, and I don't feel like it's a bad world.
quote by Kary Mullis
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Well, maybe surf one time; I think it would be fun to catch a wave just once.
quote by Crystal Gayle
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As We Walked Upon The Unspoiled Beach
As we walked upon the unspoiled beach
the sea touching our feet swept in and out,
rushing water swept our tracks out of reach
and we laughed and splashed and did shout.
Around us little crabs rushed with their shells,
while the waters was rushing higher in the bay,
we were caught, captured in the sea’s magical spell
but with the rising water could not any longer stay
as the water in splashing spray did rise and swell
to escape the rising danger, to much higher we went
as the sea was coming in, its salty odour we did smell
while we did wander in the surf to our heart’s content.
we found some tranquillity, did our love renew
on a rock surf splashed, falling on us like dew.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Grey Rocks, and Greyer Sea
Grey rocks, and greyer sea,
And surf along the shore --
And in my heart a name
My lips shall speak no more.
The high and lonely hills
Endure the darkening year --
And in my heart endure
A memory and a tear.
Across the tide a sail
That tosses, and is gone --
And in my heart the kiss
That longing dreams upon.
Grey rocks, and greyer sea,
And surf along the shore --
And in my heart the face
That I shall see no more.
poem by Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts
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The Old Swimmer
I OFTEN wander on the beach
Where once, so brown of limb,
The biting air, the roaring surf
Summoned me to swim.
I see my old abundant youth
Whee combers lean and spill,
And though I taste the foam no more
Other swimmers will.
Oh, good exultant strength to meet
The arching wall of green,
To break the crystal, swirl, emerge
Dripping, taut, and clean.
To climb the moving hilly blue,
To dive in ecstasy
And feel the salty chill embrace
Arm and rib and knee.
What brave and vanished laughter then
And tingling thighs to run,
What warm and comfortable sands
Dreaming in the sun.
The crumbling water spreads in snow,
The surf is hissing still,
And though I kiss the salt no more,
Other swimmers will.
poem by Christopher Morley
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