#jargon
Summer Days Soakin up the rays
Bitchin’,even a Barney wants to stay
Snag a cool parking Space praise
Hang Loose Lollygag purple haze
Trust me Sand gets in every crack
Small price to pay for where we’re at
Bro Giggle Wiggle into the wetsuit
Stoked Complaints are resolute
I was a clucked, clam dragger, **** dragger
Paddlepuss with sketchy haggar form
Watching for the men in Grey suits
Radical sick, yes too much time in the soup.
Dawn patrol Bro 5am pound the sand
Wax the deck with *** wax brand
Paddle out cup your hand
First wave of the day hang ten stand
Clean wave, no mashburgers Rico grand
Sunburn fades to a golden tan
Something quick to eat in hand
Plenty of water, flip-flops hot sand
Tricks of the trade change your clothes
At the side of your car Modesty goes far
****** Washing machine, tombstone
PartyWave ,Wipe out, a Kook surfer alone
Summer jobs to support the habit
Summer Loving, beach bunnies rabbit
Surreal Sunset , ankles slappers fun time
At the beaches from Malibu to County line
Our only issue was gas money
Life was righteous cool
Careful not to become somebody’s fool
Ending the season spectacular drool
Careful not to drift too far
Beyond the bluff, Blacks Beach
**** not for young eyes
Teenagers took a peek or two surprise
Two epic weeks every summer kid trio
Family Camping at Leo Carrillo
Fun at Free Zuma Beach Malibu,
swim the ocean and surfing canoe
Ventura County Line. where the surfers lineup and watch an epic sunrise sublime
Catch the morning waves Blessed days
Were adventure’s I’ll never forget
Surfers live by this Philosophy
Life‘s a beach, love the smell of the sea
Only surfers know the feeling,
No Wave no glory, drugs no thanks,
Surfing is life. The rest are details.
Life‘s a wave, go big or go home
Let your surfing do the talking
Work is for people who don’t surf
If it swells ride, it doubt, paddle out
Inspired songs
Surfing USA by The Beach Boys
Surfer girl by The Beach Boys
Surfing safari by The Beach Boys
Aug 28, 2024
Aug 28, 2024 at 7:35 PM UTC
I failed all my poetry
by belching words
that isn't me
I bob and weave and stitch the
seams
adverting mental catastrophe
with one eye flush and one eye
shut
I spew the jargon that lights me up
I post it here I post it there
and hope it sticks and fills
the air
Oct 26, 2023
Oct 26, 2023 at 1:25 PM UTC
twenty three twenty three twenty three
sin the leaves spent the free when in tea
sent to seem bentley ream really keen
forty six forty six forty six
torture brick court see lick forced he rips
more the ships for lean mix bore me sticks
twenty and two twenty and six
forty and three, keep kept that this
poetry poetry poetry
Jan 11, 2023
Jan 11, 2023 at 3:21 AM UTC
with a look watch the book take it took rather light cooked
make it shook talk it rook follow soot would it
round the bend do it send feel a wake water trend
bake it rake it shake it till the faker is in bed yuh
shoulder coulda stayed for awhile keepin aid for a style
walker talked bottle hotter followed crept exiled shocker maimed
framed with it same day lame couldnt
major minor sold in diamond whiner keeper copper folded daughter locker tamed with it
back bridled shoulda
game sided woulda
fallen to be crawlin fists of dollars to be callin funny
money money money money money keep it comin honey
vent sobbing bold bent red bawling
solder didnt
and a wicker minute
**** crawlin in the bitter with it
on a back mast bad stack wrap blast betcha dolla nab fast lack that banned cast which stood it
wouldja fall in with it
book could it
wouldnt walk straight in the face
with the way that he took it like
**** did it
and he gotta sike it all inna weird wet way like a sun under fog on the bay in the rain on the wall
pit type woah stay to wicked
flip right phone pay to win it
bit lye misty oughta sit throne may u finish
sit tight so there fake to spin it
Dec 10, 2024
Dec 10, 2024 at 3:28 AM UTC
appointed anointed entitled insane
assaulted revolted compiled remains
jaunty raunchy defiled deranged
daunting exhausting exiled and caged
experiment serious fistful explain
mysterious furious pistol disdain
lodger copter laughter softer
walking wanting wading wearily watching
thumping trading
vapor water left unbothered
shot and pulled and dropped to fodder
pushing pouting prodding per i lously pinching poking
paper thought or kept to rot and sought to put the trough
but
type. speak. letters. words.
components honing rodents fuller shoulder bone boulder
broken beaten bottled breathing baker bleating basted by
faker fleeting fated fearing facing feeble fine
CHOKE
keeper of the cold and crafted cattle
come to coddle all the wretched blood
it would it was and has been done
the blooming of a bud
Dec 9, 2022
Dec 9, 2022 at 3:57 PM UTC
What feels nice,
Need not always be right,
Life's dark and grey,
Often colors that are not so bright...
Words, but what are jargon
Find meaning in a silent heart,
Sadness sets them free,
From illusions and trickery,
And so it comes, as poetry...
Sep 13, 2020
Sep 13, 2020 at 12:15 AM UTC
She bleeds on me
with her negative flowing jargon
that attaches like plague.
Words that dishonor my very soul.
Red corpuscles from heart
try to disintegrate its power
as blood melts into me
robbing me from life energy.
Ego jumps in
supporting her disease of thoughts
as I determined to survive reach for truth.
Positive words to bath in
and wash blood away.
Truths that say,
I am a smart, precious,
gifted and
deserving to be free
Free from the disease of my mothers blindness.
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 7:29 AM UTC
Word-weavers we are carefully choosing
how to entwine our visions in moment.
We curve the textured linen page
with phases that in-hanse a readers mind.
We create loops of poetic jargon
that dances to inspire a readers eye.
And when our cloth of vellum is done,
we present our gift to all who gather
in our tapestry of words.
Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 9:14 AM UTC
I, the poet wears many hats to adorn self at any given time.
Musician, orchestrating with instrument of pen, expressive words upon page.
Artist, painting with beautiful colorful jargon, to open eyes and hearts inside grace.
Gardener, planting seeds of thoughts for them to bloom inside readers mind.
Chief, dishing out many a line, filled with delicious words to tantalize reader.
Landscaper, constructing scenery as beautiful as a mountain, or deep as an ocean.
Sculptor, molding craft of words sometimes soft and light, other times sharp as steel.
Teacher, enlightening one with information to open their consciousness if they choose.
Sailor, guiding ship-like eyes across a sea of words to move into calm waters for peace.
Laborer, picking just the right phase, to get a fresh new perspective inside a poem.
Singer, using one's rhythmic voice to echo inside vibrations of a sonnet that goes viral.
Doctor, becoming a wordologist aiding the reader to receive insight to help them heal.
Secretary, to self who writes and transcribes many an ode so reader and poet has peace.
I, poet has a wardrobe quite extensive to pull from, on a creative journey of sharing.
StarBG © 2017
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 9:38 PM UTC
I am an artist
painting ones eyes with colorful jargon.
Red for passion that strikes a memory.
Green for the abundance of words that allows reader to think.
Blue for open sky that leaves room to drift in visions.
Purple my favorite to tweak the imagination
with peaceful vibrations.
Orange for the juice that flows inside a poem.
giving place to roam.
Pink like cotton candy that tickles the taste buds
for expansion of heart.
Black for words that tempt one to look within
and face the dark for cleansing.
Playground of colors flow for a writer artist to color with
as the reader sits to enjoy, ponder, and celebrate in their own space.
StarBG © 2017
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 4:23 PM UTC
I can't write these sentences anymore,
or piece them together
to make sense,
crafting coherent thoughts
is hard enough...
words could never express
half of what i'm feeling.
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 12:30 AM UTC
Sara L Russell 20/1/15 11:32
Windows of opportunity
ways of touching base
teamwork with alacrity
cutting to the chase
jingoist linguistics
speaking business tongues
ladders of loquaciousness
rushing up the rungs
See all the little workmates
running for the bus
trying not to be late
not to cause a fuss
every day frenetic
a speeding metronome
a life too energetic
so glad I work from home.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 9:13 AM UTC
Take life in bitesized chunks, let the histories overlap, BOOM! New life, fresh life everlasting.
Vectors
Abstractors
Nomenclatures.
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 12:33 PM UTC
I'm ruptured whole and am considered
inadequate
as my
amygdala slides through the trachea drops to my ventricles falls through the aorta plunges to my diaphragm hits the esophagus crashes to my phalanges. There is no hope.
May I hold something over your cranium?
May I remind you of your neuron imbalance? And yet
you sit and
watch as
my septum separates from the left atrium from the right ventricle from the bicuspid from the tricuspid from the pulmonary semi-lunar valve.
I love you. (Stupid cerebral cortex.)
I love you. (Imprudent Broca's area.)
I love you. (Hopeless frontal lobe.)
I love your nonfunctional mind and functional soul and
Well
this is all a metaphor for unrequited love.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 9:41 AM UTC