Best Undulation Poems

Ailing in this unending simmering incineration,
Undulation and swelter of sun-violated wheat,
Gasping for air and sucking in heat...Vertiginous visions visit me
Under a stinging sky: days heat-glazed...

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On Blue Ocean

Blue ocean rises
and falls with cool
serenity,
creating crests
of roving waves,
seeking yellow,
sun-bleached shores.
Aah! Behold
its engorged bosoms,
heaving and trembling,
passionately
spurting out
bubbly, champagne-like,
sparkling spumes,
that elatedly
lick and tickle
flashy red...

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Though unconscious we are born
In pains we live, we fade, we die
But life like river flows on
Quickly and slowly we pass bye

The wave, the tide
They...

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Autumn clouds drift over the Wenatchee River
Changing from blue to a metallic silver
I walk it's shores as the greying breaks
As it captures ochres and greens...

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SONNET FOR WINDS OF CHANGE

Cross cirrus sky swift brush strokes paint mares' tails
Tree tops are in restless susurration,
While cumbrous clouds traverse in vapour trails
Mead grass...

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"Just living is not enough, said the butterfly fairy...one must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower"  Hans Christian Anderson


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You've reached the top, so
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SENSATIONAL LOVEMAKING

Rush of adrenalin,
lifting his shirted-scent
to my nose -
soaked in apropos,
making love
to my endorphins.

The stir and footfall
from downstairs - his lair,
even when he’s not there,
for...

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Part of the denominator, 
extraordinary matters level off 
and find the lowest trough. 
The so-called experts 
joust with the pretenders, 
and they are wrestling still....

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They call them crushes because that's how you feel after the first "No". After they say that they don't feel the same way. And all...

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Translucent mauve and purple on a strict medusian mission
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THE COLOUR OF SIN
On a dusky holiday evening,
When the bustle and hustle of city life is left behind,
Salty water flows in-between his fingers
Dangling from a...

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Across the table they stared and yet not a word was heard
They saw into the soul of each, some would say 'that’s absurd'
The fingers of...

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Hungered for a taste
  of your essenced elixir, 
drunken inhalations
   of your French poetry
a splendiferous whirl 
 of time & space 'tween
darkly...

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When first you beamed upon my sight,
A cold breeze felt in desert night,
And where could I see a fairy queen,
In a earthly heaven , did...

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