Best Viennese Poems
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A Viennese waltz, seamless and sublime...
We move as one, adrift on heaven's floor;
and, though my knees go weak, sky-high I soar!
Each measured stride defies a need for time.
Within its reign, we actualize our climb...
impassioned flames, no longer keeping score,
now steal their way through paradise’s door,
and hardly contemplate this choice a crime.
But, in this blissful state, subdued yet free,
I've come to fear the thing that I love most
for flames still threaten to devour me;
and I, alone, am dancing with a ghost.
Each dream, concrete, then sheds all certainty;
alive, fulfilled, I'm left an empty host…
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A dance to foretell
of love's lasting kiss.
I know him not well
and hope more than this.
A touch of his hand,
my vantage, a dream,
the ballroom is grand
in splendorous gleam!
The music plays loud -
a Viennese waltz.
Notes blend with the crowd
in boisterous vaults,
and Sirius shows
more bright than before.
The night's starry glow
warms me to my core.
Toasts, cheers and laughter -
merriment galore!
Champagne sips after
each spin on the floor.
My dance card is filled,
but all my eyes see -
strong man with tall build,
how handsome is he!
With touch of his cheek
and twinkling brown eyes,
more words do I seek
than polite replies.
Then, when dance is done
and night stops to rest,
my head will have won
a place on his chest.
One familiar glance,
vows exchanged in June,
all from a first dance
that ended too soon.
for Isaiah Zerbst's Ballroom Delight Contest, 11/16/14
"Valentine Fatale"
Pull the violin
strings
from the heart
like a corset undone
there the softest rose,
blood red plucked,
the thorns played
and petals cast
as kitty discard
from the breast
of a Valentine fatale
voluptuously falling
into the open arms
of Love, spilling
over into romance
like a broken dam
ripely held in the
bow of cupid smile
passion full
drawn into
the delectable swim
twirling swirling down
into the warm velvet
like moss, so green
against reflective
sapphire pools,
the dangerous sea seen
like an inviting ocean to kiss,
in such vastness taken,
the lost fast falling
thick panting eyes
mirroring each other
in the dance,
like a waltz Viennese
Love, spilling over,
like a broken dam
fallen, then,
pulled back
into the catch,
netted and tangled up
in the ropes of
Rubenesque romance,
eye to eye
hand to hand,
a burning flame
ripely held in the
bow of cupid smiles,
incandescent
fiery twin arrows,
the well lit,
seduction
(LadyLabyrinth/2023)
I
Waltzed with
you
on that
Christmas Eve
and you
shared
with me
all your love.
Then you held my
hand and we
laughed a-
gain
and you
whispered soft
in my
ear,
I love
you.
To be sung with the beat of a Viennese Waltz with a drawn out hesitation on the first word of each stanza and the last stanza whispered. (Daaaaa DUM dee dum da da DUM dee dum da da DUM dee dum da da dum/Daaaaa DUM dee dum da da DUM dee dum da da DUM dee dum da da dum/da da dum) Not a dancer so forgive me if this is some how incorrect.
12/02/15
Please step into my garden it's very dark I know
the lights through the red roses will soon glow
Come smell the trumpet lilies make your senses twirl
table set with red gingham amongst the roses that swirl
through an archway where a twin seat is placed
Tea lights adorn every spare space
The rice salads look inviting, along with the rest
BBQ chicken almost ready, will taste the best
amongst the beautiful impatiens of every hue
table fountain tinkling simply to relax you
Sit back with a glass of sangria in your hand
Gentle Viennese waltz transports you to another land
The visual impact of my garden is surreal
the white pots of Busy Lizzie do not look real
Lamium spreading in the garden bed to enhance the view
My garden is for pleasure, come your invited too.
Geoffrey gave me an exquisite book
For Christmas.
It is a showcase of the work of
Hundert Wasser - the great Viennese artist,
Architect and visionary.
The jewel colours, the gracious curves -
No straight lines here to sicken
Humankind.
The environmentalist obeying
Natural Law to create spaces
That nurture - not the 'bleeding houses'
Made of rectangles
The insult of the straight line -
Alien to organic forms -
Transmitting alarm signals to the brain.
The blues, reds and oranges combined with yellow greens
Soothe the soul and stimulate the senses.
They jump out at me
Invigorate and excite me -
Inspire a rebelliousness against angles
Harsh lines and grey.
A coy moon glides in a lively
Viennese waltz
Across a sky of billowing
petticoat clouds
A flowing, triple time, closed
step, pausing halt.
A ballerina basking in the glow
of appreciative crowds.
Perfect stranger!
Admiring glances across the hall
A hand stretched with a smile so charm
Inviting to waltz this gorgeous night
I delightfully glided to the handsome knight,
Two flamingos waltzing round and round
My first Viennese Waltz this memorable night
Touched by your flame bewitching beau!
My eternal partner!
put a cauliflower on the barb-b
let us roast it while it's still alive
put a burger on the barb-b
it was dead before it was fried
chomp on lettuce, no sound
of begging can you hear
but you just ate it, live me dear
all flora breaths for the world
but go on eat it alive or dead
to all vegans, I have to say
it's your bed your making
on it you could a long time lay
as omnivores, you could eat
both flora and fauna, together
if we want to live we have to feed
summer cooking my recipe
go on chuck a crayfish on the barbecue
roast some chestnuts, next years
new life, just remember we eat
to survive, come on summer cooking
let's rock n roll or a Viennese waltz
meat or veg or go crazy eat both
gee summer cooking ain't it fun
Summer Cooking Poetry Contest - Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
06/27/18
MADE IN PARAGUAY
In "Asuncion"
the saddest guarania song
is "paraguayan"
TANGO
The father of the porteño tango
he's not born argentinian
he is a son of France...
SAMBA
The samba from Morro Carioca
survived for the world,
Long live Mama Africa...
ROCK
The rock dance, song music
runs wild surprising
on ice rock...
SPEED GONZALEZ
In Juanita canteen
mariachis and tequila
and bursts of laughter...
WALTZ
Oh! if i danced
oh! if I played
the viennese waltz...!
~Cinderella Memories~
Young, self-confident, all debutantes
At the top of the golden,spiral,staircase.
And, oh my, she, was in a Cinderella mood!
The white full length strapless gown,
Satin buttoned gloves to her elbow,
And her partner, in his tuxedo, handsomely dressed,
Made her humble, yet proud and so very blessed!
They descended the spiral stairs to begin the Viennese waltz.
Gowns of debutantes were swishing,shining floors.
Sounding so much like fluttering butterfly wings.
Their satin shoes like rosebuds,so beautifully peeked.
Hair done to perfection, each of us with a crown
Of fragrant carnations, coifed hair. on shoulders,down.
Then, for each debutante, comes that auspicious moment.
When they enter the center of the ballroom floor, with their father!
Fathers dressed in tails to present each proudly, to society...
Their most precious daughters, a second of visual poetry.
Each debutante, so lovely, makes a full bow to the floor
With long stemmed roses, not an easy task at all!
The father in tails, so proud of the daughter. he has raised,
Is indeed granted, the audience's cheers and highest praise!
Let the full orchestra continue, the Viennese music play on.
A Cinderella evening for a father's one and only daughter.
With rows of zirconia on her wrist, she giggles with soft laughter,
Oh…what memorable bliss!
What a most heavenly evening to cherish and remember
Whose memories brightly shine, in the chill of September.
For his daughter, an everlasting memory of his charity.
Monies we raised that night, sent to war torn countries.
My Father you see, did not only think of “we!”
He was committed to the well being of humanity.
Dedicated to my late Father, Edward.
With love and everlasting gratitude.
You gave so much to so many, without question.
A true humanitarian,I follow your directions!
An example to follow!
Panagiota xx
11/14/2024
Viennese painter Hans Makart
delivered historic alegories at the start
Despised by contemporary avant garde
for aesthetics he found quite hard
Ah, at a magnificent place 'twas
this ball held!
With gorgeous jam debutantes,
arriving one by one.
Sorry you were not there!
To behold the debutantes and
their escorts gliding down the
winding stairs
Such beautiful faces,and all
superbly trained in fine cotillion
graces.
First came Rose Petal and Seville
Orange, a stunning pair!
Then Honeysuckle and Sir Hawthorne,
so stunning they drove the crowd wild.
Next, the gorgeous Pearadise
and Sir Quince, so gorgeous we
all did wince!
Cherry and the famed Knight
Elderberry made all heads turn.
Sparkling Dandelion and Prince
Habanero, so lovely, struck our
hearts like arrows.
The Viennese Waltzes began,
a night so memorable.
We all applauded such gorgeous
couples.
Mesmerized by such grace beyond
finite.
Each couple,bowed and left us "
eventually.
With dreams of next years cotillion,
We all pledged to be!
September 12, 2019
*These are names of actual names
of homemade jams and jellies.
"And I'll dance with you in Vienna,
I'll be wearing a river's disguise.
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder
my mouth on the dew of your thighs.
And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook,
with the photographs there and the moss.
And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty,
my cheap violin and my cross.
"Take This Waltz", a
translation by Leonard Cohen of
the poem "Little Viennese Waltz"
by Federico García Lorca.
"
— Leonard Cohen (Stranger Music: Selected Poems and Songs)
I KNOW A PLACE
I know a place wherein a wild time grows,
Where ale and wine and spirit freely flows.
Quite uninhibited behaviour there,
Whilst swinging rock band music fills the air
And couples wildly dance the night away.
Lost to the world until the break of day.
But sometimes, fuelled perhaps by excess booze
Or petty jealousy, a fight ensues.
The band stops playing, dancers stand and cheer,
Till someone shouts, “Look out, the cops are here.”
As if by magic, peace descends once more,
And, when the officers burst through the door,
They find not a hint of trouble of course,
As the band strikes up a Viennese waltz.
22nd May 2023
This or That, Vol 18 Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Edward Ibeh