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LAST WALTZ
Sixty years since the day that we married;
When we danced that first dance as man and wife.
Sixty years since the moment I carried
You over the threshold to start our new life.
Through thick and thin times, through good and the bad.
For richer for poorer, sickness and health
Bound throughout life by the love that we had.
No need of riches, no need of great wealth.
We’ve danced cheek-to-cheek through those diamond years.
Our life has been a spectacular ball.
Now, as the lights dim and the ending nears,
We wait for the final curtain to fall.
The band is tuning, the dance floor is free.
Say you’ll be saving the last waltz for me.
12th June 2021
The Last Dance poetry contest
Sponsor - Craig Cornish
Afar I can still see a glow
Of lights dimmed to low
And sounds echoing hollow
Death, where are you..
Sway of lone pine tree
In a forlorn waltz by the sea
Begging you to set me free
Death, where are you..
Robbed of my only true love
Emotions raw on the wings of a dove
Breathless cries high above
Death, where are you..
What of destiny
And the arms of infinity
Have you forsaken me
Death, where are you..
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on April 30, 2018 for contest RHYME AND REFRAIN sponsored by BROKEN WINGS - RANKED 3RD
Hands Meant for Emptiness
Fate always plays its games with me, a game of dice and shattered mirrors,
It gives me a beautiful dream, then turns it back against me, silent,
The same beauty that once wrapped around me now haunts me from a distance,
A ghostly waltz through empty rooms, a shadow never lost.
It shows me every dream woven from stars and fine silk,
Palaces suspended in air, gardens growing only in the depths of sleep,
Then it yanks me suddenly out of reverie, as from still water,
Only to remind me, coldly, that my hands were meant for emptiness.
To give, then take back, is a cruelty as old as the world,
A gift offered with one hand and torn away with the other, mercilessly,
I feel my joy slipping through my fingers like sand, like foam,
And I'm left with palms burned by a fire that left no ember.
Maybe it would have been better to give me nothing, not one edge of light,
Maybe empty silence was gentler than a dream stolen and crooked,
Then I wouldn't have learned to tremble at the thought of losing, a stranger's
Thing that, either way, was never truly mine to keep, only lent.
I'm afraid now of the shadow behind every beautiful thing that passes through my life,
Knowing that everything arriving on a golden wing leaves just as fast,
I carry in me an old fear, like a scar without a face,
An echo of footsteps that never wanted to be known.
And yet I play, again, alongside this blind and cunning fate,
I follow its steps in its mad waltz, through fog, fire, and ice,
Maybe one day I won't want to win a stranger's illusion anymore,
But just walk with empty hands, at peace, through the rest of my life, as through mist.
Reflected in the stardust moment
On the edge of the darkest thought
Whispering peace, patience, promise
Gentle sighs of the summer breeze
Laughing across the charms of night
Music of the dawn light, graceful
Shimmering faith and singing grace
Inspiring psalms and wonders of praise
Awakening prayers that God will favor
Breathless hues of brilliant amazement
Hearts melt and clamor for the chance
To ride seas of light, dancing a waltz
On the summer skies, alive, a fire
Blazing with tangerine dreams, inspiring
Love that is alive with desire, vibrant
Vibrating with the warmth it illuminates
On wings of angelic yearnings, mysteries
Pining for the day when they can awake
Caress the heart with gentle hopes
Sing of glories that were never known
The soul grows wise like an elderly child
Wrinkled with time, but so very alive
Crossing the path of melancholy and faith
Lasting serenity born on the kindness
That silences doubt and shouts with belief
Signs that God is the Father of peace
The miracle that brings sweet relief
Playing, penetrating, piercing the light
With reflections of quiet assurance
Lingering on sage knowing, perception
Kissing thoughts with victory, winning
The opportunity to agree with heaven
God is the One I need, the answer
The sweetness of a life poured out
Like a soft rain, sparkly and dazzling
Calling His name through the show
Of teardrops that only He controls!
Psalms 56:8 – KJV - Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book?
Postcard update
Tells a lot here;
Himalayan trip
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Adrenaline rush
Good news galore;
A winning streak
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My darling's face
Warm sun comes up;
Rainbow smiles
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Lines flavour
Meeting of minds;
Transcend small talk
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Joy in the breeze
Moist feel of rain;
Old dog barks
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Live plainly here
Let faith unveil;
Watch dawning grace
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Waltz with tempo
Sweet music score;
Twin flames dance
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Hurl of dawn
Night opts out;
Embrace new day
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Set new sights
Purge dilemma;
New journal page
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Another day
A blank cheque;
Signature more
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Streaming sunshine
Bright morning charms;
Birdsong salute
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Leon a Enriquez
31 May 2016
Singapore
That moment made ink gush from my deep soul,
"The violet voice of a vocal vice, gentle warmth of hazel rays..."
Crush my arm—for you are the verve of the eternal lover,
An unusual home for lips that whisper ancient secrets.
Dance along the abyss and glimpse an awkward smile,
Perhaps I am lucid—you will let eternities slip gently!
Your shades envelop me here, in unfathomable depths,
Step over this meander and you will find me near your heart.
I just dropped a pen, a symbol of my boundless longing,
Let my beautiful friend lead you to my bittersweet melancholy:
Quiet yet sad; a lover's soul lost in time,
Forgetting these verses is a detestable curse, a burning pain.
Forever, do not let go, for I will be carried on lower paths,
Let me borrow your spirit—to remember past legends.
Here, words are shadows of unfulfilled desires,
A story is born between the lines, a call of the wandering heart.
In the depth of each verse hides a world of secret dreams,
Where love and loss dance in an eternal and enchanted waltz,
Under the starry sky of our forgotten dreams, still flickering,
And thus, the journey continues through the labyrinth of the tireless soul.
Every curve hides a secret, a hope, a living memory,
Time stops and becomes a silent witness to our story,
A love that transcends words, living in our vibrant depths,
Let yourself be carried by the wave of this poem, a river of pure emotions.
Flow through the heart's bed, where every drop is a tear of longing,
Every verse a bridge to infinity, to the eternity of undying love,
The bridge that connects our souls, a path to eternal light,
A song of longing that echoes in the night's silence, a whisper of love.
No matter what story we have to tell
Including stories about sometimes landing in hell
One-Up Martha can easily one up it and does with glee
Her friends are slim, maybe non-existent if you ask me.
Why does she always do that? Another friend says.
She needs the extra attention says my Aunt Inez.
But it’s so annoying! I can hardly stand her at all.
Maybe that’s why she has no friends, says Paul.
I decide to try again, so I give Martha another chance.
“I know how to ballet, waltz, and watusi,” she says when I tell her I dance.
“Been diagnosed with six ailments,” she throws in two.
I finally give up trying after she one-ups me six times, wouldn’t you?
Perhaps Heaven is nothing but a dream lost in the smoke of endless nights,
where thoughts are wild birds flying across the sky of imagination,
a play of shadows on the walls of a cave in the mind of a wanderer,
with a heart like a torch burning with both hatred and love, seeking a place,
where true winds whisper the hidden secrets of the universe,
and sleep comes late, like an uninvited guest, joy is a frantic dance,
a frenetic dance of the soul on the edge of the abyss, while whiskey flows,
like a river of forgotten memories, and cars are fiery horses racing,
on empty roads, with no precise destination, only the burning desire,
to feel love rushing through veins and to flee the shackles of reality,
here, under the starry sky, a carpet of sparks lighting the path of those,
who dare to dream, we carry our hearts like torches, guiding the way,
toward the unknown, seeking answers in the mysteries of the dark,
where every breeze is a song of spirits calling us to their eternal dance,
a waltz of illusion and truth intertwining in a vivid tapestry,
painted on the canvas of a life that refuses to be bound by others' stories,
in these moments suspended between dream and reality, we find ourselves,
like wandering stars, traveling through galaxies of unexplored emotions,
where love is a guiding beacon, and freedom is a song of the soul,
dancing on the edge of time, intoxicated by the beauty of each instant.
Oh haste, brumal mists, that twilight kisses
on hollyhocks, meadow-born,
Sweet tears resurrected on petals neglected,
collect 'midst the early morn.
The dew-christened flowers parading the hours,
sing hope to the callow hearts,
Then rises the moon, while it saunters to swoon
and the ballet of eventide starts.
Tall grasses that thrive with new life, come alive
with a shimmer of luminous lights,
A slow-spinning dance of glowing romance,
that July has thus gifted its nights.
A heavens' breast lighted by stars, unrequited,
sets stage on the vault, above -
Night's magic, gone viral, as fireflies spiral ...
in a whimsical waltz ... of love!
~ 8th Place ~ in the "Spiral" Poetry Contest, Kai Michael Neumann, Judge & Sponsor.