Best Waltzing Poems
"...there rests a pensive petunia, breathing, but sleep-waltzing..." ~ Ink Empress (not the author of this poem, but the inspiration)
When awake, I never dance -
nor would I, given the chance.
My earthly job is to account,
arriving at the right amount.
Yet, violins help me count sheep,
and I go waltzing in my sleep.
(It has been a pleasure and an honour to work upon this collaboration with you Susan. You made the process enjoyable and so easy. Your pen gave this wonderful write its soul. Our ink shared in the stars embrace within the joy of waltzing beauty. Thank you for allowing me to share ink with you Susan. It has been a joy.)
In dream's embrace, I hear sweet music play,
my arms filled with your temple so sublime.
Your beauty shines across God's timeless sea,
within the star's brocade my brightest light.
Come waltz with me betwixt eternal stars,
love croons its serenade within our hearts.
Come dance with me across this stardust floor,
in swirls of love we’re waltzing in the stars.
The distant stars are here within your eyes
in luminary love I am entranced,
you sweep me up within your rhythmic sway
and stir me with your breath upon my cheek.
Warm lips impassioned whispering my name;
your craving lights me up with bliss tonight.
We rise and fall amidst soft moonbeam’s muse
enraptured in our waltz among the stars.
Within moonglow, our spotlight in the night,
to heartbeats of desire we dance in time,
my love, we are aflame in passion’s heat,
in soulful heart to heart our love does sing.
Within your goddess presence I am lost
so deep within the dance that binds our joy,
we whirl in Luna-light your lips on mine
in fervent love we’re waltzing in the stars.
Ethereal and lyrical we are
our magic on this night is heaven sent,
what wondrous thrills we glide on melodies
oh, lustrous love is here within our reach.
We strum each other our sweet music lush
our beings are the instruments of love,
ascending heights your touch is taking me
in supernova waltz among the stars.
12/01/2019.
"Waltzing In The Stars."
A Collaboration by,
Susan Ashley.
&
Michael ,P, Clarje.
whirling rose petals
as they move to dream music
sunflower acclaim
dips in dahlias
orange yellow cream and red
spins past snapdragons
four o'clock fragrance
and flourishes near fuchsias
forget-me-not fame
Waltzing Shearer
Out near Dagworth Station during 1894
Where the Waltzing Matilda, Swagman drowned,
Cos he liked them lamb chops nicely browned,
He was only eating the Masters sheep, scoffing em down,
Disgusting said Squatters and frowned, some more,
In 1894,
Great Shearers strike was still happening,
Burned down Dagworth shearing shed, for sure,
Firing guns were the Gun Shearers , ..shore 300 sheep a day..
Fair wages they wanted, some more,
The Shearers strike it got ugly,
The Master brought in the Army and war,
Shearers were using Phosphorous,
Delayed action fires galore,
The master and 3 coppers came along ,
They chased down a swagman, before,
He plunged in the water, the billabong,
And death did come like a whore,
So he goes no more waltzing a Jumbuck,………..…sheep
His ghost lingers still there by the shore,
Was it the Combo, waterhole,
Where he sprang and he bubbles no more.
Don Johnson 24-sep-11
Yes Vom, Gram.
nothing wrong with sweet little whores,
except unless she sometimes snores,
and forgets to pay the rent,
and death is welcome as before,
for this dim malcontent...
In dream's embrace, I hear sweet music play,
my arms filled with your temple so sublime.
Your beauty shines across God's timeless sea,
within the star's brocade my brightest light.
Come waltz with me betwixt eternal stars,
love croons its serenade within our hearts.
Come dance with me across this stardust floor,
in swirls of love we’re waltzing in the stars.
The distant stars are here within your eyes
in luminary love I am entranced,
you sweep me up within your rhythmic sway
and stir me with your breath upon my cheek.
Warm lips impassioned whispering my name;
your craving lights me up with bliss tonight.
We rise and fall amidst soft moonbeam’s muse
enraptured in our waltz among the stars.
Within moonglow, our spotlight in the night,
to heartbeats of desire we dance in time,
my love, we are aflame in passion’s heat,
in soulful heart to heart our love does sing.
Within your goddess presence I am lost
so deep within the dance that binds our joy,
we whirl in Luna's light your lips on mine
in fervent love we’re waltzing in the stars.
Ethereal and lyrical we are
our magic on this night is heaven sent,
what wondrous thrills we glide on melodies
oh, lustrous love is here within our reach.
We strum each other our sweet music lush;
our beings are the instruments of love,
ascending heights your touch is taking me
in supernova waltz among the stars.
Michael P. Clarke and Susan Ashley
(a collaboration)
January 11, 2019
~ Poem Of The Day ~
January 13, 2019
*Special Note*: It is a tremendous honor and my great pleasure to share in this wonderful recognition with my talented collaborator, Michael P. Clarke.
Michael, thank you for initiating this beautiful piece and inviting me to waltz with you among the stars. Your brilliant inspiration led the way to our lovely dance.
Congratulations, my dear friend, Michael.
golden beams of dawn
are glinting amber prairies--
smiles of daffodils
enchanting day break
are red, white, purple tulips--
pride of early spring
waltzing lilac winds
charm violet hyacinth--
gems on windowsills
June 4, 2020
Placed 1st: Fresh Traditional Haiku by JCB Burl
Placed 2nd: Brian's Select 5 Contest
Blue-green splashes as you pull into the sea cliff curve.
I stop to view nature's rainbows through a glass swerve.
Watch the sparkling waterfalls, trees, stars, and sky.
What is more dazzling than a natural wonder display?
Dance with Fall, a waltz that bent the limbs of the trees.
Tell me all you've been hiding from me under the seas.
Spring, sing to me with the rustling of your wings.
Blow on me your savory smells from your swings.
Sunflower fluff, silver-throated tanager, brisk July flight
An auspicious fall wind makes the hillside maples spray.
A damp gust is swollen away by a breath of fresh air.
The wind carries pollen, seeds, and dying twigs bare.
Written: March 24, 2023
Waltzing sheep
in Waltzing Matilda he stole the sheep,
Ba BA didn’t come so cheap.
Cooked them lamb chops on the coals,
Down by the bloody water holes,
Bloody tucker heaps. (Don ends here)
Tony Lane
Then from my plate it leaps
I knew that it’d been roasted rare,
But this one ran off without a care.
Now in the outback I will have to sleep,
Because my dinner stole my Jeep.
Oh, so now you want to follow all of the rules. OK, I'll try again. Tony
It just wont suit for traces contest hey...Don
Beneath low moonlight,
Lustrous dolphins start to dance:
Grand ocean ballroom.
Waltzing Decrees
Waltz
with me
One
two, three
Count your steps
with ease
Waltz
with me
if you please
hands holding waist
gentle tease
Easy
that’s
my toes
soft spoken
whispered
pleas
Waltzing
breeze
It's called a "Waltz Wave" introduced by Kim Merryman on Blog.
It has 19 lines with the following syllable pattern:
1,2,1,2,3,2,1,2,3,4,3,2,1,2,3,2,1,2,1. You can split words to
make the syllables fit the pattern, if you please
He
rises
from
the shores
to his love
where she
dwells
where true
love is lost
and capable
of great love
to kiss
those
virgin
red lips that
never
felt
passions
love
© 7/3/2015
Syllables Per Line:
1 2 1 2 3 2 1 2 3 4 3 2 1 2 3 2 1 2 1
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poetry_resources/syllable_counter.aspx
Contest Name: Waltzing with Color Red
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
thoughts twirl waltzing words
composing beautiful dance ~
my pen falls behind
a walnut waltzing with a willow tree
A molecule is neither a destitute mop without a bucket house. Nor is it a seven acre field that is very cold due to having no grass. Even the most prepared of ground is a haven for a gloved concrete whose acidic greedy greyness freezes the earth allowing for no breath from the ground. It is located between the purple mountain and hawks head valley. Where the hypotenuse causes a massive erosion and lesion in the wild vibrant landscape. Birds sigh at the chaos. Trees cry for their home. And the dark eyed mystics shaking rattles speak of prophesy that was spoken and handed through time through pictorial evidence, speech, story and song. Moving a large display of teapots in a shop is imperative to create a nice display for consumers. They might buy one so always make sure spouts are facing an easterly direction for this will ensure sales and sales are salivating selfish sea lions with suits. When placing the money. When digging for liquid gold. When leaning on graves. When balancing on a breadstick over a precipice. Exert no power. Exert no pollen. Exert no excretion. And always move to the sounds omitting from a nine mile moon in a cereal packet. Harnessed by wire but untamed. Pockets picketing players. And a nice big soup causing chaos at a roadside. Yachtsman yawning yay. And the gang members are swimming in tutus. Up the mountain down the mountain. Peeling the spoken steely grey suits. Lucid suits. Sinkhole weapons of underworld. Chat chat chat. And an operatic gold star warbling on a shelf or a door. Put into a cake tin then and bake at 800 degrees. Thus ensuring leverage is even. Events equalling extraction. Then boom boom boom. All gone fishing. Xxxxx formulations Z Z Z Z
the waltz
of swayed noblesse-
my arms in a floating trance
twirling high through illumined sky,
dancing
Tremor
Out of the void,
A whisper, a sound rises
A flock of swallows sudden flight
Echos
Upon
Hidden valleys
Reaching out, a fiddle
Its origin, just a riddle
Begins.
A step
Then a second
And the dance has begun
Two in step upon the cadence
Of waltz.
Duo,
Holding so close
An arm around the waist
A hand in a hand, eyes locked
They sway.
The birds'
Sudden return
Feeling safe and happy
For love has sprung in the valley
So green
Opened
Hidden no more
For the sun has risen
And smiles to the duo waltzing
As one.
By CarolineCécile
Copyright © Feb. 2011