Long Undulation Poems
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crowded, cornered —
i suss out my special place.
tossing, turning,
dendrites burning
the insides of my eyes.
posit the tables
chairs, arrangement
of girls and boys.
the chatter of calypso sticks,
pages — like wings exhausting.
the glaring windows behind me,
in front of me, reflections
bursting at the seams.
hardly a cool spot on
the woven carpet. crisscrossed
late Spring legs, disconnected
eyes wandering.
lazy, cramped, braille-fingers
pulling at pacifier, gathering glue sticks,
scattering cheerios
shaking them like confetti all around.
anticipation, participation,
ultimate undulation of harmonious music.
beautiful skin - small, smaller, smallest.
smile crescendo, even tears that grip
the storytime rug, not prepared
to disembark the flooded ark.
the lingering final moments
of the chosen eight
ruddy faces, the chosen few,
apologetic —
lost in their favorite time
with kith and kin.
dramatic lighting, undulating of leafy green
and xanthous sun — i inhale
and exhale with oxyrhynchus-oxygen.
all the whirling, twirling stars replenish
the universe. soul-lights in my night sky
behind my pillowed-eyes, sleep
is peaceful.
a snowy-dove lands, satisfied
by the lay of the land.
6/12/2019
oxyrhynchus hymn - invokes silence, a cosmic stillness
kith and kin - family and friends
Chosen eight - like those on Noah’s ark
dove - left Noah’s ark for good when it found land after the flood
soul-lights - the satisfied storytime kids
When the earliest wave of love find its way upon our shore
We feel joy mixed with confusion…having never felt this way before.
We know the joy we’re feeling…having felt it from the start…
but how can we possibly know what’s in another person’s heart?
Still as the waves of love keep flowing…each undulation plays a part
as we begin the gradual process of understanding each other’s heart.
As we feel the tempo of the waves more and more we come to know…
that this love we’re feeling must be nurtured if it ever is to grow.
As love grows we become more comfortable with the movement of each tide
and it is easier to lie back…float along…and enjoy the rhythm of the ride.
Allowing us as each day we grow a little older…to enjoy a little more
those waves of love that, to our delight, keep finding their way upon our shore.
Until the day we ride with confidence…knowing how we each have played a part
In learning from that first wave…how to read each other’s heart.
Thank-YOU POETRYSOUP Family, Thank-YOU very Much YOUR POETRYSOUP brother...HG
School Lunch --- Kid Munch --- Dane Ann
Sleepy --- Snooze Buffoon --- Dane Ann
Stink --- Lizard Gizzard --- Dane Ann
Stunned --- Dazed Amazement --- Dane Ann
Terrific --- Amazing Marvels --- Dane Ann
Tunnel --- Traffic Funnel --- Dane Ann
Undulate --- Love Ripple --- Dane Ann
Vicious --- Violent Victory --- Dane Ann
Violent --- Brutal Bruiser --- Dane Ann
Wink --- Glitter Glimpse --- Dane Ann
Will --- Desire Aspire --- Dane Ann
Righteous Indignation --- Wasting Your Love's Patience --- John Moses Freeman
Ketchup --- Flavor Master --- Dane Ann
Kindness --- Kindling Care --- Dane Ann
Layer --- Endless Clucking --- Dane Ann
LOVE --- Perky Permanence --- Dane Ann
Moonshine --- Booze Punch --- Dane Ann
Mundane --- Earth's Reign --- Dane Ann
Necessary --- Vital Vittles --- Dane Ann
Opulent --- Lavish Living --- Dane Ann
Psychiatrist --- Mind Baker --- Dane Ann
Quick --- Speedy Deed --- Dane Ann
Rebellious --- Rowdy Ranting --- Dane Ann
Travel Center --- Tour Allure --- Robert A. Dufresne
POT --- Metal Kettle --- Robert A. Dufresne
Vegetarian --- Hungry Humanitarian --- Robert A Dufresne
Jam --- Toast Host --- Robert A. Dufresne
Opaque --- Solid State --- Robert A. Dufresne
Incest (1) --- Family Tree Spree --- Robert A. Dufresne
Incest (2) --- Kin Sin --- Robert A. Dufresne
Undulation --- Vexing Vibration --- Robert A Dufresne
Quick --- Time Flick --- Robert A. Dufresne
Vortex --- Whimsical Whirlpool --- Robert A. Dufresne
Query --- Quizzical Quest --- Robert A. Dufresne
Subway --- Electro Metro --- Robert A. Dufresne
Yea --- N'ary a Nay --- Robert A Dufresne
Chrazy Caos --- A Mell of a Hess ---Robert A. Dufresne
Kite --- Light WRIGHT --- Robert A. Dufresne
Chaos --- Naught Of Christ --- John Moses Freeman
Exoressions --- Word Whisperer --- Rhoda Galgiani
Kitty Kats --- Furry LOVE --- Rhoda Galgiani
Single --- Poetic Peace --- Rhoda Galgiani
Compact --- Edited Epic --- Karen O'leary
Was it off-white?
A cavity on the hem of my socks
Undulation,but palpably grazed
like the letters you never unfastened
I set sail for my untrimmed toenails
A cavity on the edge of my nail plate
“Ma, its uneven”
Notes, chords, and bolted doors
Inaudible, I pulled more thread
Attenuated, I pulled
The darkest possible color
Reached my wavering fingers
“Ma, it wouldn’t look good”
Chortled, was something funny?
I couldn't catch it
“Ma…my needle broke”
Rainbows glimmered after a laugh
I'm thirsty
My sock is missing
Two large figures left the room
Loose clothes
And covered feet
“Ma, my thread is thin”
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 the lovers sparked, as they walked in unison
Through the door the lovers dance, as they danced they danced as one
The dance floor called the sheets so white; they slipped beneath them with joy
The lovers dance this love so deep between this girl and new found boy.
Each step they danced, each move they made the dance just carried on
Throughout the hours the thief stole time but no fear the magic would never be gone.
Between the sheets the lovers did dance and each step they both did feel
This rhythm in the lovers dance each undulation it now did heal
The lovers tango as yet unfulfilled, it kept them dancing hard and long
To complete the dance they both desired, this lover’s dance will never be wrong
The dance of the lovers, twisting and turning, as one their bodies entwine
The dance the lovers did complete, unabashed, unashamed and just divine.
© ~GG~ 03/03/2013
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 I can hear his heart beat
miles and miles and miles away.
Tongues swathed in mint,
trestlework of undulation,
swoosh of utter breezes.
The cool tingling sensation,
fingertips that ripple round,
the sucking sound, the
honey’d stick of becoming
one flesh, seersuckers
gently upon my nape,
always intact, traveling
miles and miles
downtown, rippling
rapture,
torturous-pleasure.
12/13/2019
Smell sound taste touch repeat sense. Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Sheri Harper
Seclusion, where waters sway
Moonlight gleams upon the spray
Here I sit alone and wait
For my love, but she is late
Then at last I see her there
Flowing dress, cascading hair
She approaches, we embrace
I can feel my pulses race
Undulation of her hips
There is hunger in her lips
She takes charge, she leads the way
I submit to sensual play
Time flies by, does not exist
She knows well I can’t resist
To the hold she has on me
She will never set me free
I give in, become her slave
Then we ride the final wave
Till satiated on the sand
I reach out to take her hand
But beside me it’s all bare:
She is not there.
Author: Paul Callus ~ 28 Feb 2014
Contest: Impress me with a small poem II
Sponsor: Giorgio A.V.
Motif: Romantic
First Place win
Written: October 11, 2023
As I Watch The Waves Crash Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
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As I wait with anxiousness on the edge, I gaze.
As the capacious waves roll onto the shore to graze.
A fanciful caterwaul that is truly a show to behold
The wave of anticipation, the rising to withhold
Akin to a monitor of art, I scrutinize with reflection.
As billows rise, so do wavelets in diffraction.
Fluctuation of the sea, an imperious dance,
Panache and languid undulation—an idyllic prance
With each rippling perm and undulation,
Swell slyly spawns a spellbinding sensation
A seiche of emotions, a dance so divine,
As the curling waves rise and intertwine.
Lackadaisical they seem, in their languid flow,
Yet, their rippling aura is obvious—zeal on show,
With each rise and fall, their chimera is felt.
A clout of nature, a symphony to be dealt
Waves glisten and shine under sunlight beams.
Their corpulent dance is a kaleidoscope of gleams.
The desultory scene is painted in ultraviolet shades.
As they race toward the sky—in egregious glade,
Their sheer life flows and surges with every beat.
Their knack for clearing the way left me discrete.
The wave dance is both aesthetic and daring.
A narrative is hidden, deflective, and bearing.
As the seas beat up against the jagged rocks.
It fluctuates with a chorus of cursive flocks.
A pulse occurs that ripples through the air.
A sleek waltz lures me in and leaves me there.
As I spot waves spinning—I feel idyllic at peace.
A concise reprieve—an aura of release
Froths flex and frame in a fellifluous flow.
Borough bears betwixt breakers beat and blow.
The thin thread of the horizon
where the sky meets the sea welcomes me
with my dreamer's dreams of peaceful serenity
as I walk the soft undulation of the seashore
to absorb the vastness of its realm
filled with shades and shadows
whether from above or below
to allow my spirit to wander in search of silent mysteries
and untied thoughts
so I may escape the world of confusion
on the shores of white waves and aqua blue water
drawing strength with each salted breath
from its ebb and flow that offers a tranquil eternity
of quiet solitude and beautiful bliss
that will remain long after I'm gone
and like so many others
discover the dreams of my soul
as it soars to the horizon
where the sky and sea meet
8/19/21
contest Writing Prompt, Ocean or Seas
sponsored by Constance La France
Across the globe, music ascends—a universal zephyr,
Bridging cultures in harmonious yearning;
Chords converge from Andes to the Zangezur, xenharmonic,
Dulcet tones of a duduk—in the air, they whisper.
Every note—an echo of humanity's vibration,
From flamenco's fire to the finesse of a cello's undulation;
Gamelan's gongs—a gamut of sounds' timbre,
Harmonium's hum—hearts and spirits, it serenades.
In India where the sitar intricately resonates
Juxtaposed with jazz as New Orleans quavers;
Kora's strings kiss the breeze as Africa pulses.
Lyrics leap across lands—in mosaic form, it oscillates.
Marimba's mallets are on wooden keys lightly narrate
Ney's notes always navigate in a trance-like murmur;
Oud's ornate voice offers a limericking lyric
Perhaps to partake in profound kinetic kinesis.
Qanun quietly queries—a quivering jumping jubilation
Rhythms resonate—a restorative impressive intonation;
Samba's syncopation—a spirited harking harmony
Tabla's tempo—a testament of gripping grandiloquence.
Uilleann pipes uplift with urgent a fever for fervor
Violins voice the vibrancy of the endless echo;
Whistles and winds—the world's diverse diapason
Xylophone's xylography—a cross-cultural cadence.
Yodeling yonder in the Alps' billowing bellow
Zither's zephyrs—a zenith we accentuate and attune.