origin of surfing cow

Let’s not be serious for once…
We all know who's surfing cow. Everyone knows surfing cow. Or...do we? There's only one way how to find out.
This won't be a biography of such an icon as is surfing cow, because as I said, everyone knows the surfing cow. You, know, that surfing cow. There were millions of other books written about surfing cow.
This one won't be like them.
This one will be a poetry thread. It's NaPo, after all. But it has a cool name.

Spoiler

They say that NaPo is coming…and they are right, of course! This is my first NaPo and also first time I’ll actively try to actually find some time for writing poetry - and it all with exams I have to pass to got to high school creeping in shadows of my calendar. With all the stuff I have to do (why it’s all in April @-@), my goal is actually just to write at least some poems, haha!

This year’s goals:
- write at least those 5 poems!
- post at least 20 comments in other people’s threads
- get some nice shiny badges to my collection

oh surfing cow, oh surfing cow,
wishing their season would come
waves crashing, surfing season
the surfing cow has returned.

just a random thing i wrote xd

1. lost in words

3. little song

5. scraps of thoughts

7. so here I am, writing to imaginary friend

funkyyyyyy i like it :] surfing cow season couldn't come sooner! <3

crows about surfing cow
I know, I know- NaPo's about poetry. But why not kick it off with an interview with local murder of crows on topic of surfing cow's return?

1. lost in words

maybe I am losing myself
between the lines
of poems no one will ever hear.

somewhere there is true me
written by ink
forgotten by world
hopefuly, not lost forever.

sometimes I get tangled
between words of language
I never spoke as my own.

sometimes I feel like I was almost there
understanding everything you say
laughting barrier into face.

but then it hits, out of nowhere
sentences don’t hold together
accent becames so…hearable

sometimes I feel lost in these worlds

swiming in pool of thinking
what I could write if I could write
more then just some pieces
of puzzle never to be put together.
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Short backstory:

Spoiler

I'm pretty sure that the absolute beginning of this poem isn't new - maybe I already wrote it in another poem and just remembered about it now as I was writing for NaPo? Who knows. Originally, I mixed Slovak and English language in this poem, put then I cut the Slovak out because it didn't really fit in.

@Youbeaucupid

Spoiler

AAA Thank you so much Cupid! I'm so happy you like it!

Definitely could be better, but at least I tried something new! ^^
2. this poem doesn't show perfect translation

I just realised that you can read the mirror part from both the beginning and the end...

I love this so much so creative!! Can't wait to see more! I love how you used both languages.

3. small song

and so I hum this small song
composed to be unheard
with melody which sounds wrong
it’s messier then dwarf’s beard
it’s not long but not short either
and its rhyme makes no sense
tones go low and then highter
i mention it in past tense
it has a strange history,
it’s full of drama, mystery
but that’s another story
for different time.
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No cool backstory for this one, I just randomly started writing it and here it is! I actually kinda like this one, it's not the best but small and inspired by a real humming song I "sing" a lot.

4. one day, I will call myself a poet

one day, I will call myself a poet
someone who doesn't need sentences to tell a story,
who doesn't need a plot at all,
just few words written in a hurry,
which could tell something to anyone.
for me, poetry is like a mystery
with ocean of interpretations of every single word
and rules made to be broken
but I can't help myself, I have to wonder
wouldn't it be nice to be a sailor?

...and the rest is hidden at world's edge
where waterfalls run into nothingness of places never seen by eye of human
where our steps will never leave their trail hidden in grass
where no eye watches sunrise from behind of mountains made of sleeping giants

you can yell at me
about things I couldn't care about less
but honey, I'm your mirror.
you can tell me to get lost
but honey, I'm your shadow.
you tell me that I don't know anything about you
(which might be truth but I can say the same)
but at the end of the day
you'll only see your own reflection anyways.

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These two are really just scraps of thought written on spot, but hey - everything counts, right?