Best Finale Poems
POTD 6th August 2019
The clock ticks down the passing day
Tedious seconds count down my existence
Time for my pills ~ Time to call the nurse
Time ~ taunting my resistance
Soft haunting strains of a violin float
sweetly liquid, melodiously unchained
freeing my mind from weariness faced
No barriers ~ it flows ~ unrestrained
My world of music I lived it ~ breathed it
In whispers ~ it spoke to my Soul
bringing with it, adoration and glory
and a passion beyond my control
I glance at the painting on the wall
pondering this feeling of déjà vu
Memories of this glade from before
Triggers mentation I need to pursue
Memories flood ~ a vision in the distance
an Angel dancing in its midst
who had danced with wild abandon
lucent skin the sun had kissed
How I had yearned to dance with her
with that angel who made me sigh
she had come to shine her own pure light
prompting my spirit to fly
But there’s no girl there ~ awry is my mind
And I’m but a frail old man
I must erase thoughts from my life bygone
And prevail however best I can
~ Every great dream starts with the dreamer
who ventures where mortals dare not tread
And laughs with mirth and cares not for
unfinished rhapsodies playing in his head ~
What’s this? I’m suddenly in the glade?
A strong young lad once more
She has come for me, my Angel love
I leap - I twirl - I soar
We dance with wild abandon
We dance without a care
sun kissed skin our arms entwined
Wild flowers everywhere
It seems I’ve left the world behind
And unshackled my attachments of
A hundred birds do sing out loud
To watch us Dance to Love
by Maria Williams
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POTD 6th August 2019
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Clouded skies somberly cascade
upon motionless vistas,
floating unrehearsed melancholy hues
where muted feelings roam
on an autumn morning echoing
a weary winter dream
I sit beneath a weeping willow’s
unhurried leaves fluttering
like silent wind chimes,
quietly pacing unheard melodies,
as dandelions seek the sun now
merely an absent reflection in my own tears
And I reminisce of the days when
magnolia petals were our sunrise,
sweetly scenting the virginal dawn
in soft aromatic whispers,
lazily lingering upon our skin
when your smile was my every morning
Now I wait below wilting branches,
listless arches desperately reaching
but never touching the ground,
allowing desolate thoughts to wallow
as the soft earth reclaims me
from an infinite finale in gray
~
Inspired by Sandra Adams poem Crimson Tears
Maybe it’s unacceptable
Live a life capable of a true fable
True friends never end
But take you back to where it all began
But hey misery gave us something to believe in
Stress became a greater award as we achieved sin
What could I say? Our savior died on a cross tough as pig skin
Never once cried over the loss
Forbidden fruit, Eden garden
Excuse me, my lord, I beg your pardon
And so what if these medics carry life in a carton
But I ain’t trippin
Simply because this is me until my dying day
Please stop crying, you know I can’t stay
I’m going to be the same until my dying day
Over in that casket is where I’m trying to lay
That’s right until my dying day
True lost souls from the dark side
Forever, we as mortals ride
Peace is nothing, I fend for quiet time
Rebels in riot lines
Previous high school graduates
Symbols of an adjective running toward fate
True personality suffer the privilege of inmates
How could you hesitate to ask
There’s no stranger under this mask
Lonely and unholy, who’s there to console me?
I want to get away, forever restless
You can see my similarities with the ocean
I’m stress less
Because this is me until my dying day
Please stop crying, you know I can’t stay
I’m going to be the same until my dying day
Over in that casket is where I’m trying to lay
My son, my friend
We are but pieces of eternity
Mesh on, mesh off
Even at our best times we’re soft
Who’s to say I’d regret my decision
To lead a sinners life without God’s supervision
On a one man mission
And I know I don’t come around much
Got my palms in reality
Searching for something softer to touch
Whisper in my ear, death makes me blush
And Hell only flatters me
One and one, through matter the winds scatter me
I ain’t trippin, baby girl get off your knees
You’re in the arms of a future me
And I can’t see heaven from a distance
Fire me over clouds like a piston
Marching through blood
But it’s all mud and water to Darkhouse
Stand still let me mark my spouse
Live my life as an outcast
How could you even picture me at my last?
Dear lord show some mercy on my followers
Bless those that swallow dust to follow us
No need to borrow sympathy
Unforgiving sorrow made my enemies envy me
5/20/17
Regardless of if I never get to see or reach the grand finale
Doing not too shabby
I may not exactly
Be all that happy
Yet when things turn out badly and sadly
Can't stay feeling crappy
Memory occasionally somewhat foggy and patchy
Not trying to be too wacky
Or flashy
Just want to be more crafty
Handy
And canny
Take care of my granny
And the rest of the family
Stock up the pantry
Pour them some brandy
And buy some domestic and foreign candy
Serve them food first and myself lastly
And appreciate the simple things, not just what is fancy
Near and far from any valley
As well as waters with or without algae
I am not familiar with necromancy
And have no idea if we are related to chimpanzees
An empty throne? ~ Part 9
“My queen, we feared we’d lost you so”
The healer said in joyous speech
“When here the shaman does bestow
these wishes that we do beseech”
“What have you done, how can this be,
my broken heart can not withstand
You silly fools, why can’t you see,
this was my choice by my own hand”
“Your majesty, we know so true
these actions, orders from the king
Returning home in search of you
not knowing what the news would bring”
A frightened glance, o’er shoulder pure
“My love,” she rushes to his bed
Now weeping every saddened pour
To find her king now lying dead
“He gave his life so live you would
with every ounce of strength he owned
For from his heart he summoned good
his wish, his queen to stay her throne”
“Oh Knight in armor, promised shown,
why did you not protect our king
So I may sit upon my throne
and worry not of anything”
“Be gone, I need you here no more”
She wept, her face a glistened streak
Then kissed this man she did adore,
when one lone teardrop fell his cheek
“Oh what, I pray, shall come of me,
to feel this shattered heart again”
When the through dampened eyes to see,
Her teardrop glow upon his skin
It shimmered bright in colors grand
like prisms floating on the sky
She reached and took his weathered hand
then saw a flutter in his eye
A warmth did flow his fingertips,
his eyes then opened with a gleam
He pulled her close and kissed her lips
“I love you so my precious queen”
Her breath escaped from deepened fears
with heartbeat movements quivering
She cried again, though happy tears
“I love you too my wondrous king”
The kingdom sang and cheered in glee
A celebration soon had grown
For on this day their King and Queen
Once more did sit upon the throne
The End
Thank you to every one who stuck with me through this poetic series,
especially Heidi, Alexis, Darren and Peter. Thank you so much my friends.
Your constant support and encouragement is truly appreciated
Throughout the days that followed, panic and carnage spread
The TV stations did their best to calm this human dread
All the hovering ships returned to whence they came
But thousands still appear above, New York now not the same
Communication now wanes, no power or mobile phones
You get a sense of feeling of being in a world that feels alone
Continual drones hum whilst the yellowed skies remain
Our planet we know as it was, will never be the same
Then came the day of reckoning as we all looked to the sky
A shuttle from the biggest ship lowered in hover fly
Suddenly the screens returned as we heard the visitors speak
We are ancestors of the Mayans, we treat as they were wreaked
From our original pasts demise, to earth we gave so long
To be part of here now gone, from an earth you once belonged
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-17.php
In your parched desert land
As the pendulum swings
And your friends are all gone
Still you’re moving right along
Like it doesn’t mean a thing
In your parched desert land
Thinking life’s unforgiving
Why not swallow your pride
Take an honest look inside
Join the land of the living
In your parched desert land
Your manufactured death valley
Kind response was so important
Yet your manner was discordant
Isolation’s blind alley
In your parched desert land
When they take the final tally
You’ll surrender the fight
Find exquisite delight
In your brokered finale
March 9, 2020
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The grand finale of nature is come;
the forests with color blaze.
Summer has chosen her brilliant gown
to wear through autumn's blue haze.
Some might say she has gone too far
wearing these gaudy shades;
ah, but summer knows icy winds soon blow--
all the color will quickly fade.
Go! Dress yourself, fair earth I love,
with scarlet, orange and gold;
soon puffed snow quilts will blanket your face,
summer's flowers lie dormant and cold.
I miss you those long winter nights,
your flirtatious, beautiful wiles;
one thought brightens blank, colorless hours:
I am happy you go out with style.
Copyright, 1987
Faye Lanham Gibson
What happens when your only way out is so final, yet so beautiful?
When the only one you've got is your captor, your abuser?
When your chance at a legitimate escape is too far away, when you’ve just got to get away now?
I’ll tell you what happens:
You get a little crazy, a little careless.
You can’t remember all of the people who care for you, the ones who would miss you.
You get selfish.
You can’t see what causes it, so you can’t fix it… this dysfunction.
You know you can’t just change it, because you’re not the only one involved.
So… You run.
The first chance you get, you run.
But there’s no where to go.
You know they’ll come.
You know they’ll find you.
So, you run.
Just until you find a beautiful space.
It’s so beautiful, it might already be heaven.
You’ll find out soon.
It’s a beautiful cliff.
Maybe they’ll think you fell.
It doesn't matter.
Don’t leave a note;
Let them think what they will.
Jump.
Now’s your chance.
Hear them coming?
They’re closing in.
Quick!
Before they catch you.
This is your last chance to escape.
Jump.
It won’t hurt once you've hit the bottom.
It can’t be any worse than everyday.
Do it now,
Before there’s anymore pain.
Don’t start thinking.
They’ll get over you.
Move on without you.
Jump.
Before it’s too late again.
Just jump.
Nothing will ever hurt again.
Quick!
Do it quick!
Jump.
… Just Jump.
*This is the end of a tortured life.*
Turns out…
The bad guys win.
…………
The curtain rose on a cloudless night
Once More! the crowd clamored
A lone table across the room, a candle
Flickered
Shooting stars lit the sky like confetti
Bowing to the maestro in the pit
Impossible had no meaning
Fireflies sparked in anticipation
Bus service was cancelled
The daily mail, undelivered
At that moment
That precise moment
The telephone rang
Gently, I lifted the phone off the
Cradle
And heard the words I had waited
So long to hear
04/13/13
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in our youth
you, my virtuoso, played me
like a piano
now we are older
fingers are bent and weary;
ivoried keys broken
When I got back to the hotel I knew there was nothing I could do to make this work for everyone. Her brother was the hit and had to go. Killing him would kill her and break my heart. Of course, she would never know it was I. But I wanted to get close to this woman. I wanted to be her man. And lies would never work. This woman was far to intuitive for me to think I could get away with killing her brother. If I didn’t kill him they would kill me. A hit man never walks away free. Only one thing to do.
I packed my bags and shipped my girl back home. This hit was not going to happen.
When I got back I slowly unpacked and put everything away. I had a night to sleep on it while I waited for my girl to return home.
The next day FedEx delivered her to me. We would meet our final destiny together. I tracked down my contact and said I wanted to meet. We setup the meeting for 3 PM at his place. When I walked I wasted him before he could say hello. I walked out the door and called Anna and asked her to marry me. Before she could answer I told her to meet me in Cuba at the Hotel Saratoga and she could decide then.
All she said was “yes.”
perfect smile
as she sings her swan song
dentures drop
He
flickers
electric
but fades to dim.
A sidewalk deathbed,
too cold for this mystic.
Come rest on my wrist angel
and swallow the wild, night air.
Let my slow stride lead your final waltz,
and in your last breath you will know of love.