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A Bed of Pink Petals

One April day when spring was in the air,
I stepped outside so I might relish it.
I came upon a cherry tree so fair,
beneath its limbs I was enticed to sit.

I fell to sleep inhaling fragrant bliss -
the vision of the tree still in my brain.
I dreamed one sweet, pink petal, like a kiss,
fell on my cheek, and soon there was a rain. . . 

A rain of lovely silken blossoms! Then
they softly made a pile upon the ground.
Warm wind embraced me; that’s the moment when 
I woke to pink resplendence all around!

Upon a bed of petals I then lay.
Inside a dream I had no need to stay!

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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The Solo Dancer - Tanka to Sonnet

Alone atop a hill,
   an ornamental willow
             dances in the breeze.
Long limbs form a lovely gown
    that gracefully sweeps the ground.

Adored by the sun,
    the willow is not weeping.
                        She blooms rosily!
April’s first shower has passed;
       for the sun alone, she shines.
           

The Solo Dancing Ornamental Tree (new title for the sonnet version)

An ornamental tree with willow leaves
upon a promontory stands alone.
In April’s breeze, each limb, cascading, weaves
with fragrance. She is dancing on her own.

I wonder how she came to be at all.
Her roots lie in a solitary place
where few traverse to spy her - lithe and small -
there moving in rain’s aftermath with glee.

In small degrees, the sun has climbed the sky.
No longer pallid, he is smiling down
upon the swaying willow. By and by,
Her graceful limbs shine like a lacquer gown.

Her lovely blooms have opened to expose
The splendid blush of buds with hue light rose.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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The bougainvillea tree

It stood on the other side of the wall rooted firmly
for the white bougainvillea tree did not belong to me
Wondered why it always branched this side
paving my walkway with blooms of white

While I patiently waited for my rose bush to flower
it nonchalantly continued its year-long showers
Unbothered unfettered by the gardener’s reaper, it grew
in every direction, old branches shooting off the new

Assiduously each day I tried to broom them away
but they, like a mother’s kisses were always there
Falling softly like advices from an old friend 
they were fragile, paper-white, yet persistent

With gentle breeze they glide to me be it summer rain or spring
Innumerable, countless like God’s many blessings.

Copyright © Afroze Ali | Year Posted 2011

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THE TREE I BEHELD

The elm I saw at Filoli Had me in awe and wonder For it was of two elm trees A one on top of another The one on top was a Scottie On its own, a sad, low grower But now, up yon, it sat gaily Its joy, on all, it did shower. Tis an art to do a grafting Cut one and sew on a patching The old, now new, and enchanting So mod, the way it cascaded So rad, to bow and serenade So wow! My eye, on escapade!
(Funom sonnet – 4/10/16)

Copyright © Sun Woods | Year Posted 2016

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Tinge Of Purple Rests Within My Heart

Tinge Of Purple Rests Within My Heart

Tinge of purple rests within my tired heart
Soft touches of a heavy old soul
Now pulling on my heavy empty cart
Often my world seems to be lumps of coal.

I heard thumps of acorns falling on down
That majestic oak sheds its little seeds
Old age has me feeling like a sad clown
Longing to ride again, runaway steeds

Tis winter! Culprit bringing its bleak cold
Seeds resting secure in the frozen ground
Spring will come and they rise out very bold
Yet again life comes right on around

Nature teaches us, all will be alright
Life and death matches just like day and night

Robert J. Lindley, 1-26-2016

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NOTES: 
 1. My muse woke me at 4 am to write this.
I told her no but she nagged until I rose to
do the deed. I' tell ya , I want to strangle her
sometimes but then at other times love her to
death..
 2. The immediate repetition of the word "heavy" in verses two and three is intentional and used for effect, as both the old soul and its life's burdens are now currently found to be very heavy to bear. Poet's prerogative , norms be damned says I. 



Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Spring And Sunlight Wrap This Heavenly View

Spring And Sunlight Wrap This Heavenly View

Slowly I climb that very steep and rocky hill,
seeking the beautiful summit so far above.
As a breeze sends me that cool pleasant chill,
far away echoes, sweet calls of morning dove.

Summit reached, burden was greatly reduced,
as I saw great flowery meadows unfurled.
This the beauty God magnificently produced,
one of his many fine gifts to this world.

Spring and sunlight wrap this Heavenly view,
in a sheen invading my searching soul.
Each visit, I find feelings serene and new
relieving me of dark world's heavy toll.

Thus I battle with dark and unknown gloom.
By entering Nature's gifted wilderness room.

Robert J. Lindley, 09-24-2015

Note: I just felt the need to write a sonnet this morn.
Thus from my memory this new poem was born from
a place that I once visited quite often.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Springing Sea of Green

I love it when Spring finally comes The buds showing their little sprouts Yes indeed from this seasons of four I'm awake many sleeping plants shout I love it when I walk through the parks When these buds turn to a sea of green Forgotten are the plants being so stark This birthing season just has to be seen I love it when I sit on the park benches When the breeze caresses Sakura trees The airs scented by their pinky blossoms Mother nature and man in total agree When I retire I'll grow a green thumb for I love it when Spring finally comes

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2015

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The Old Twisted Tree (English Sonnet 003)

The old twisted tree burrows into dreams,
more frightful here than in waking hours,
a wicked darkness pulses from harsh seams,
displaying its paralyzing powers.

Those gnarled branches are filled with sharp fingers,
clashing loudly in the wind's fervent fray;
over the whole valley this sound lingers-
is the only defense to kneel and pray?

Courage must face this tree with sharpened axe,
cutting through the thick bark, once and for all,
felling this fright, so the town can relax,
relishing in that evil monster's fall.

Please brave 'cutter, unleash those mighty blows,
and make sure that no new offspring there grows!

Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner | Year Posted 2010

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Into the Gloaming

Beneath the weeping willow
A gentle figure swings
Her dress of white a-billow
While soft and sweet she sings

She sang within this bower
What song I cannot tell
Her hair bedecked with flowers
Blue Canterbury bells

And on into the gloaming
Is heard this pleasant sound
When stars begin their roaming
She lets her hair unbound

Then o'er her form the willow weeps
The night is still -- the child sleeps

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013

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Long To Be

LONG TO BE    RHYME

For often through the way I feel
An idea to try and win your heart,
Unspoken action this the deal
Of simple mind no a la carte.

Because life I know soon to fade
Token symbol of you and me,
Somewhere to muse, feel love in shade
Of our moments together free.

Oh I know I could never be
Yet try I must stand in your life,
Sturdy foundations yet still free
Throughout all kinds of weather, rife.

Powerful touch of kindly prune
Such dignity with bloom the key,
When snipped away to nature's tune
Oh how I long to be your tree.


LONG TO BE     SONNET

As spring did pass into summer’s full bloom 
To stand with arms outstretched in seasons all 
As the seasons knit like the weaving loom 
Through the cold of winter, strong through to fall 

Its strength and character for eons stand 
The unkindest cut that will ever be 
To not love and support this tree so grand 
And not to kindly prune the fruiting tree. 

The strength of sweeping boughs as arms held wide 
My heart grows secure within those limbs strong 
As arms strong, my dreams to be held inside 
Standing folded in your boughs is not wrong 

As a strong longing to be my fruit tree 
I beg of nature that you fruit with me 

© Mandy Tams 5/09/2013 
© Harry j Horsman 5/09/2013 
For Shadows Contest.  Team Work

Copyright © harry horsman | Year Posted 2013

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Requiem

Released and slowly drifting to the earth,
the leaf departs her tree in mournful grace;
though both will live to see another birth,
none same will be returning in her place.
We meet as always in the space between
the branch's bud and parting leaf stem's end;
a tearful eye, a tugging force unseen
does will the laws reverse, gravity bend.
Enhanced though was the nearly naked tree
by springtime's bloom, her fallen trembling love - 
released to serve another destiny - 
in turn, will be the better than above.

Leaf falls to rest, and in her fading sigh,
she breathes to tree her final sad goodbye.

Copyright © Tracy Decker | Year Posted 2007

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That Old Tree Was Loved

That Old Tree Was Loved
That old tree had weathered many storms past
Veteran of countless intense brush fires
Giant limbs still grew strong and very fast
Yet this summer, one can see where it tires.

Broken limb , dangling about thirty feet up
Huge hole burnt in deep by last big burn
Dried out looking for water from drought's cup
If it dies this year , so it was its turn.

Child of nine swung from its lofty branches
Climbing so very high for a huge thrill
Tree was life and we daring to take chances
To see farther, what lay over the next hill.

A picture of old and ancient life now gone.
Remembering, this heart again feels so alone!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-28-2015


Note- Yes this old tree existed on the farm . 
As a young child I marveled at its size and beauty. 
When I turned 45 years old I went back to see if it was still there.
 Only a huge stump remained.
For me as a child it was the greatest toy in world.........

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Where I Rest My Tired Soul And Dream With No Fear

Where I Rest My Tired Soul And Dream With No Fear


Cool flowing brook, clear water up to my knees
This day, vacation into mother Nature's lair
Wading in, beautiful stream wrapped in trees
This morning's softest  breeze, blowing my hair.

A step on back, into this my favorite wild woods
Enjoying life, pleasures in such gentle things
Wandering and admiring, all of Nature's goods
Each moment embracing, treasures the forest brings!

Beautiful vista begging me to shade and rest
Soft green, flowers telling me, lay right here
This fine comfy bed, part of Nature's best
Where I rest my tired Soul and dream with no fear!

My Soul begging me, never to dare ever miss.
Mother Nature's sweet embrace, a kiss like this!

R. J. Lindley
June 14th, 1981

Note- Another poem from my private journal.
While looking for a poem on darkness and death there 
I found this one and thought, just present this sonnet.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Known Now, A Hidden Sweet Wonder Rarely Known

Known Now, A Hidden Sweet Wonder Rarely Known
        ( Shadow Sonnet, form number 6 )

Green forest glowings transcends earthly green.
Masked veils waiting to be wisely unmasked.
Why hide the answer after asking why?
Would a forest's skin be only bark wood?

Can not earth's Nature also prove man can;
live in peace and do right by letting live.
Finding old trees joyous in the finding.
Many jewels found where runes are many.

Tokens of darkness just ancient tokens.
On blood-sacrificing stones, red stains still on.
Hope for greater insight against lost hope;
revealed in wood old savagery revealed. 

Yet old timber growths you may still find yet
Unknown miracles crying to be known.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-20-2016

Not necessary but still written in- 
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DEBBIE'S 6/6/6 CHALLENGE- Final poem(first draft)
SONNET FORM #6 - Shadow Sonnet May be written in any sonnet style. 
The Shadow takes place at the beginning and ending of each line as 
the words are identical or homophonic words or
their derivatives. 14 lines Should have a volta or pivot (if original form does)
Iambic pentameter is not necessary.
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Thank you so much Debbie for presenting this challenge, your generous advice 
and sharing your great poetic knowledge.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Field in Retrospect

There’s a path of flowers I glide across Such a beautiful color made of gloss Orange pieces of delight made to pass Within this meadow that is long to last The blades of grass are surely tall with pride Turning colors from green to brown inside There’s a lone tree in the sight of the field Where orange and red leaves become its build Flowers impact this field in retrospect Looking at it from my past with respect Power of the flower is prominent Secure in my heart which is dominant Orange is the color of the plant’s choice Field is glad of their presence, they rejoice
Russell Sivey

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013

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Cold Death Savages, So Spring's Life Will Grow

Cold Death Savages, So Spring's Life Will Grow


The hills, valleys and flowers are fast asleep
where the river flows winding.
Chills come, furry critters are burrowing deep
cold hardships most are finding.

Old man Winter awaits its rapidly emerging cues
trees shudder in their roots.
Cold comes ravaging to create sweet Spring news
as man puts on deep snow boots.

Rivers freeze and no longer feed the blue seas
some ache hard in the waiting.
All year long honey stored up by the honey bees
tis' wisdom in such anticipating.

The hills, valleys and flowers buried in snow.
Cold death savages, so Spring's life will grow.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-06-2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Against That Pale And Ashen Cold Gray Sky

Against That Pale And Ashen Cold Gray Sky

Dark colors of oak branches spreading high,
beds of Autumn's fallen leaves are resting.  
Against that pale and ashen cold gray sky,
Nature is contemplating and testing.

Winter waits its rebirth in sweet repose,
Passing days yield to time's eternal ways;
Clouds cast forth water from heavenly hose
Soaking high forested hills, filling its bays.

Man and beast alike face Nature's splurges-
Instinctively both yield to its power,
While embracing primitive deep urges,
Race for safe cover in which to cower.

Tall oaks grace this fantastic and harsh view
Nature moves forward collecting its due!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-28-2016

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Where The Bluebird Sings

Where The Bluebird Sings

Often I travel where the bluebird sings
upon fantastic morns through dewy grass.
Longing to smell heavenly woods and things
and maybe catch several splashing bass.

Such days send my soul onto mystic shores
engulfing my mind in Nature and trees.
To feel new day's sun I journey outdoors
under blue sky with the birds and the bees.

When entered, scenic sweet spot sings to me
a tune ripping with moving gentle flows.
There aching heart and mind can truly see
where life's titanic stream restlessly goes.

Bluebird feels my darkest lamentations.
Sings elusive magical solutions.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-29-2016


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Note:
Took a trip this morn to my woods. Entered to rest my soul.
Found a saving place and there peace came-- as was my goal.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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What Nature Gives Us Each Day

What Nature Gives Us Each Day

What Nature gives us each day
Beauty wrapped in glowing green
Not joy simply tossed away
Duty ours, to love each scene
Those tree shadows at high noon
Resting under such wide shade
Rose loving effect found soon
Blessings are thus Nature made
What spirit can not there find
Night and its stars do bequeath
Got the heart and gentle mind
Right here,living underneath

What life can with eyes thus find
Scenes gifting beauty in kind

Robert J. Lindley, 3-23-2016

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*Rosina Sonnet*, created by Peter Duggan 
Fourteen lines each line count syllables seven
Rhymes both beginning and end with this rhyming
theme ababcdcdefefgg Subject Optional


NOTE: As promised. No easy task to write this form but well
 worth the effort if successfully completed. Thanks Peter for this
 challenge. I also went for and hit the 77 word mark(not required).

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Seeking Out Nature's Pristine Wooded Views

Seeking Out Nature's Pristine Wooded Views

In forested glen, deep serenity rests
take your aching soul there for hours to hide-
Away from this hectic world's many tests,
Solitude, medicine for this world's ride.

Seeking out Nature's pristine wooded views
one may find treasure for a wounded heart.
Life is so hard, so best you dare to choose
a hidden spot to recharge and restart.

Remain quiet, listen as the woods speak;
as its critters may scurry to and fro.
Look behind this curtain, taking that peek,
in awe you will see a majestic show!

Nature's wonders, man has yet to see all.
To free your spirit, just answer its call.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-06-2016


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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Where Green Forests Wrap Desirous Land

Where Green Forests Wrap Desirous Land


 Across the midnight divide in a shroud,
 this soul sails upon glistening gold wings.
 There with vanity and what pride allowed,
 my seeking heart wanders along and sings.

 Beneath snow covered summit my joy shouts
 where green forests wrap the desirous land.
 To find me, hire the greatest Native scouts
 for I move on with the animal band.

 Near to the sweetest flowing river's banks
 each morn I rise to give eternal praise.
 Give this, my Native American thanks,
 escaped I, from dark cities wretched haze!

 Deep in that huge divide my spirit dwells,
 no longer enduring man's living hells.

3-13-2016

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Ancient Tree, How Inspiring It Be

Ancient Tree, How Inspiring It Be


The old tree stood beaten, weathered- Alone
were bent and twisting limbs ablowin'.
Within storm's deepest fury its majesty shown
deep was its great endurance ashowin'.

Burnt and so gnarly around its massive base
new sprouts growing from its seeds.
Beautiful widespread canopy was its face
flying like the manes on racing steeds!

With large broken limb hanging across another
huge awesome image it presented so- Epic
So easily viewed with love as if from a mother
gold poetry sung by this ancient relic!

That old tree hurt, in pain and- Enduring.
Gave solace for mankind's hope so- Assuring!

R.J. Lindley
March 22nd, 1970

Note- From my private journal. I was 16 then and 
was too see that tree cut down a few months later!
Thats when I knew, man was basically ignorant and
heedless of Nature's beauty, necessity and great
dependence upon trees! I have never forgotten 
that hard learned lesson. 
My favorite tree, in ignorance destroyed to gain
a few more feet to plant cotton! To plant cotton!
That can be be grown by the billions with such ease
in one season but suddenly more important than a
hundred and fifty year old tree!
This is my oldest surviving poem from my youth.
Presented as was written--no editing.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Into A Mottled Shade I Sought My Rest

Into A Mottled Shade I Sought My Rest

Into a mottled shade I sought my rest
As I trekked into my favorite woods.
Here I was but an uninvited guest
Adoring Nature's truth, not man's falsehoods!

Walking upon an ancient forest floor
Among towering oaks and ancient beech
Always with joy, seeking very much more
And knowledge that my longing soul will teach.

Stream flowing over soft green, mossy rocks
All about evidence of time's slow creep
Here no need for rushing schedules or clocks
As I can commune with Nature so deep!

Beautiful trees swaying with a soft wind.
And I, yet again find my ancient friend!

Robert J. Lindley, 12-20-2015

Note: Nature sonnet , perfect 100 word count and 
ten syllable verses.
From memory of my last sojourn into my favorite 
old growth forest. 

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Into A Mottled Shade I Sought My Rest

Into A Mottled Shade I Sought My Rest

Into a mottled shade I sought my rest
As I trekked into my favorite woods.
There I was but an uninvited guest
Seeking Nature's truth, not man's falsehoods!

Walking upon an ancient forest floor
Among towering oaks and ancient beech
Always with joy, seeking very much more
And knowledge that my longing soul will teach.

Streams flowing over soft green, mossy rocks
All about evidence of time's slow creep
Here no need for rushing schedules or clocks
As we can commune with Nature so deep!

Beautiful trees swaying with a soft wind.
And I, yet again,  find my ancient friend!

Robert J. Lindley, 12-20-2015

Note: Nature sonnet , perfect 100 word count and 
ten syllable verses.
From memory of my last sojourn into my favorite 
old growth forest. 

Syllables Per Line:
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Words with (syllables

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Be It Ancient Tree Or Skimming Skylark

Be It Ancient Tree Or Skimming Skylark

Where I saw tall trees wearing many crowns
with greatest splendor wrapping spreading limbs.
Early each morn wearing soft, dewy gowns
floating teardrops dropping from brightened stems.

Ancient tree trunks adorned with gnarly knots
such rustic beauty in their thickened bark.
Nature gives majesty as it allots
be it ancient tree or skimming skylark.

Trees holding my heart in sky-filling grasp
sky reaching titans eating my dark gloom.
Nature's beauty awes within me to gasp
and with inspired mind paint a wooded room.

Return I to timeless inspiring scene.
Trees grabbing at the bluest sky to preen.

R. J. Lindley
 Sept, 1981

Note- From my private journal, written back in 1981. One minor correction made today.

 "Return I --"again"- to timeless inspiring scene." The word "again" removed in order to meet the ten syllable count.  Man, how I dearly hate having to do that.......
Exactly why so often I ignore poetry form restricting requirements! 

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Tree of Love

The soft warm shades of twinkle lights, reflects, muted, from love worn orbs. Serenity it does afford, to all our weary souls and hearts. Each decoration is a part, to the testament of years rewards. They glow richer, as love absorbs. Sweet memories, they do impart. Paper, glitter, from a child's hand. Delicate hand blown glass Angels. Beneath a star that rests above, popcorn and cranberry garlands, tiny hand painted, silver bells. Thirty Five years of Christmas love.
For the contest: Holiday Hearth Sponsored by Linda Marie

Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2011

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Evil Basks

It’s a dimly lit, darkly entombed spot Here sits a lone black weeping willow tree Night encroached leaving nothing you can see Its cold, nothing about this place is hot Not a ray of light surrounds to get caught Evil basks within the nooks quite empty She sits, there on a stump she sits flatly Devoid of emotion, hope isn’t brought Expressionless she stands with great power The tree bows right to her beck and call She stands mighty and tall like a tower Grove seems to be protected by a wall All who happen to see her would cower All she sees is hate, her soul crushes all * Left over Halloween poem, I forgot to post this, enjoy! Russell Sivey

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2014

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A Stone In The Cold - 5 Runner Up

The hunter hunted; the past comes stalking,
breath now visible, I quicken my pace,
dusk has fallen, nature is now talking,
autumn's chill causes my heart to race.

My eyes scan dense forest from left to right,
I stop, gain my footing in the thicket,
only branch and crimson leaves in my sight,
owls call out, and prey upon the cricket.

Voices seem to speak from the babbling brook,
cold stones, worn smooth, waters of countless days,
eyes are everywhere, yet nowhere I look,
something is near, I cannot get away.

Struggling, my arrow kept at the ready,
my once stealthy hand, is now unsteady.





This was my original entry for Debbie Guzzi's contest - "A Crown of Sonnets"

(This is also the first sonnet that I had ever written.)


Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014

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Kindest Stars

I look up high, the stars return the stare Of a polite sight, quiet everywhere The largest stars bleed onto the skyscape Rolling black velvet with its light escape Some three trees extend their heights before me Showered by raining stars delicately Light emitted is grand and quite mighty Even smallest ones of delight are free It’s a dartboard that’s a lite-bright behind Exposing the great glowing stars in kind The trees lead me upwards to the heavens Where the universe uniquely begins The sky holds my kindest stars of delight To treasure each night of my life in sight Russell Sivey

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2014

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Swim These Fields

The trees expand right over the water Bringing awe, perfect brightness to the sound The free-flowing brook moves swiftly over Eyes can capture the young feelings abound I enjoy the emotion that’s around Loving of nature is proudly encased Moisture by the emanating fog's sound Towards a peaceful life that’s interlaced I will always go cherish this day here No other time nor place can sure compare And my heart will always exist right here Forever I will swim these fields and lairs Tenderly open your eyes towards me So when I come near, you can surely see Russell Sivey

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2014