Best Russel Poems
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through eyes that glow ruffling your hair
we warm the room with luminous stares
a gentle ambrosia drapes the fragrant air
with wine from your lips --- and just there
this need to melt in immortal surrender
kindles as rows of candlelight declare
kept promise of twenty years deeply shared
and while laugh lines crease slight wear and tear
the charm of life’s interludes makes me aware
~ how we glide together still burning and bare
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Russel Sivey’s Candlelight Contest
By nette onclaud
Categories:
russel, anniversary, devotion, love,
Form:
Monorhyme
I'm falling, falling
falling so far
so fast
so reckless
so deep
Yes I'm falling, falling
God help me I'm falling
Why am I falling
so crazy
so madly
so helplessly
in love with you
Date Posted: 2/28/2013
Topic: A (Love and Romance)
Submitted For: The 'Choose a Topic' Contest
Sponsored by: Russel Sivey
Categories:
russel, lost, love,
Form:
Free verse
Draw near in the dark of floating, misty dreams,
appear to me, my love, as you used to be,
from cold bitter death, leave your Paradise stream,
open the gate and drift silently to me,
and kiss me, kiss me, my love, within this dream.
Inspiration from the poem, Echo, it seems.
Christina Rossetti wrote of seclusion,
of dreams and lost love with sensual passion.
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January 8, 2013
Poetry/Rispetto/In Dreams
Copyright Protected, ID 01-447-992-08
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Poetry About Poetry
sponsor, Russel Sivey, Judged 01/20/2013
Second Place
Categories:
russel, dedication, grief, kiss, sensual,
Form:
Rispetto
The Loom of Breksta
Quivering tongues writhe and race
Whispers fortell her cool embrace
Her touch so soft a gentle breeze
A pleasing caress to russel the leaves
The land reborn before my eyes
Filled with dark and foreign skies
An offer come to set me free
My heart to pound, my mind to flee
Claim the beauty of this night
Beneath her silver enchanted light
Embrace the soft and flowing breeze
Adopt the rhythm of the trees
To dance beneath her silver glow
My bitter sense of time will slow
The gentle night like myth and mist
The light of day will steal her kiss
Unfinished dreams leave cruel regrets
Unyielding love one soon forgets
The night my dreams our love her loom
This mournful morning’s come too soon
Categories:
russel, desire, dream, metaphor, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
A man as Bengali, the man created Bangladesh.
A man of politics, a man of revolution.
A man, called the father of a nation,
The father of a new era human being.
A man who fought for an oppressed nation,
The man who fought all for the people.
Who got imprisoned in several times
By the oppressor of the then government of
Pakistan, and the fundamentalists.
Bangabandhu, who is the father of
The new mode of socialism, made a historically
Successful revolution through a nine months
Freedom fights by his followers and coworkers.
He was rightfully in the direction of
Producing 'creative socialism' in the name of
BaKSAL-Bangladesh Krishak Sramik Awami League.
[Bangladesh Worker-Peasant's People's League]
But the oppressors and suckers were always in
Finding a road to destroy Bangabandhu and his
Humanity bound politics.
Finally the traitors did the heinous killing
And ruinous mission of withdrawal the
Tree of the nation, all deprived people of the world!
They killed the entire family of the father of the Bengali nation,
Even they brutally killed the little boy
Sheikh Russel, the youngest son of Bangabandhu.
They killed Bangabandhu literally, but
The beasts never kill the messages of
The great man Bangabandhu, who produced verses
For an oppressed nation, for the entire people of the world.
Categories:
russel, beauty, courage, devotion, dream,
Form:
Free verse
HERE COME THE DEER.
i sit in my stand so patient and verry still.
when the wind blows it hits my body and gives me a chill.
i hear the leafs russel and the falling twigs snap.
i look and i wait for them to fall right into my trap.
i cant help but think how great this feels
i just cant explain it to anyone other than its unreal.
the sound grows closer but nothing in sight.
i look out my scope but with no sun there is no light.
i wait even longer now and thats just fine.
i am waiting for that big buck , the wone with the two drop tines.
here comes this huge white tail so i take a deap breath of air.
i staead my aim for this might be my only chance this year.
i ask god to help steady my aim.
if i miss this one only myself can i blame.
i draw the sight close to my my eye.
for if this deer isnt shot all will say i tell a lie.
i pull the triger and hope for the best.
how im so happy now i have a deer hunting story to tell all the rest.
Categories:
russel, adventure, animals, passion, visionary,
Form:
Monorhyme
I wander through this house
As silent as a mouse
Though it is my own I feel I've been away
I'm rather speechless, having not much to say
I see my brother working in the shed
Just passing the time as if he's seen red
I see my other brother smoking a cigarette
With no enthusiasm... has he too seen red?
I do my daily routine
Pace, contemplate and clean
Though something is not quite right
This summer day bears no light
I come into the living room
Usually lively... filled with joy
Now it's naked and abandoned
Like a toddlers chest of old toys
But wait... I see Mother on the couch
She's sad with wet crimson face
She doesn't even say hello
Has my coming here been a waste?
"Why are you crying Mother
Have I done something wrong?"
She just sobs and sobs
... a rather disquieting song
My father looks down at her
With a smile
But something about him
Seems quite vile
"I miss him... I miss him so much"
She cries so helplessly
"Who do you miss Mother?
I don't understand what you mean..."
My dad buts in with no consideration
Revealing horrible secrets in such wicked display
"Alright, alright... I confess... I killed him!
But quite you're crying about it, it's better off this way!"
It all comes to me
In such a sudden burst
I feel the intense hatred
So much it hurts
I'm not here... I don't exist... (at least not anymore)
I'm the stranger in the house!
But soon I'll get my revenge
I'll make Father feel as tiny as a mouse!
I know what you've done
I should've known all along
I will tell everyone
And correct this home gone wrong
I'll come to life again! I'l---
Wait...
Rooms dark...
Blanket wet... I feel cold...
Why am I laying down? Was all that just a---
"Morning son! I've made you breakfast;
Scrambled eggs and french toast, your favorite!"
Could he really? ... no...
Just a dream...
NOTE: This entire dream actually happened to me. The only thing that was fiction was the part about my dad making me breakfast in the morning.
For Russel Sivey's Dream Contest
03 - 19 - 2013
Categories:
russel, confusion, dark, father, dad,
Form:
Narrative
I Saw A Light
Enlightenment Hope & Harmony advanced to help
reuniting our warm bodies disregarded the period
of our aloneness when far apart we were over
a decade.
Harmony enables us love each other having
everything to gain allowing our hope not to fail
notice how deeply in touch our instincts are,
those endless years of being separated,
will succeed to enlighten our nights, not to
abandon each others arms.
Hope will never sense the feeling of being senseless,
we will generate great power to recuperate
time lost by exhaling our passions breathing while
watching an illusion of one big red heart appearing on top
of a humble humming wave,
Forever In Love.
Destiny suddenly turned its way when realizing
a greater force does exist, although she never yelled
or called for help when being in distress, now he is
here spending the night undisturbed to enjoy the
happenings that awaits in that panoramic refuge.
Their arising love will be demonstrated while flying
half naked towards the oceans crashing waves to
harmonize parts of their bodies, feel the depth of yearning
to excel in their coming life, desire to love and make
love on the shore while listening to the melody of the
waves splashing with tremendous power to wash away
anyone who will dare break them apart, belonging
to long for each other, a promise will keep them
united eternally.
The evening ended prepared to engrave those
three words on our chests,
Enlightenment Hope and Harmony
trusting our bodies never to be separated ever again.
Therese Bacha (Win No. 2)
23/4/2013
For the contest of Russel Sivey. Harmony Hope , and Enlightenment
Categories:
russel, i love you,
Form:
Prose Poetry
~Death Of Love~ Part 1
The death of adoration is the moment of truth
abundance of caution is needed
when love has no tomorrow
it changes to pain.
In the name of suffering
weight your capacity to hold tight
by not giving up the fight.
.
Therese Bacha
12/5/2013
Contest for Russel Divey 5 minute
WIN. NO.( 1)
Categories:
russel, emotions, journey,
Form:
Prose Poetry
I remember you, O Dinosaur-of-a-kind.
I remember you clearly.
On that fine, fine day;
That day of all our days, unnumbered in the multitude of your days, and lost in the melee of mine;
And through a kind of intoxicated haze,
I recall that fine and pleasant afternoon.
That fine and pleasant afternoon, which dragged on for a grateful me, as slowly as the tropical sun sinking into its warm bed far off over the distant kunai sea.
For there I stood among the banana trees that line our darling watering hole.
There I stood in the midst of a thirstily drowning throng;
There I stood at a place notorious in its time, but always favoured.
There I stood as you entered;
Entered,
With little pomp,
Little pageantry;
With little acknowledgement,
Little recognition;
Yet complete with your own dignity.
You entered as quietly as a mouse would enter a house after midnight, but with less such ambition;
As slowly as one of DH Lawrence’s slithering Lord of Life, but with less such venom;
Entered as a dinosaur might come unbidden, enormous yet hidden, famed yet unknown, celebrated yet unrecognizable and as invisible as the poet and as tremendous;
Entered that fated watering hole and into the sphere of my known universe.
*On meeting Papua New Guinea's greatest living poet and writer, Russel Soaba, at the Banana Club at Waigani suburb in Port Moresby.
Categories:
russel, dedication, universe,
Form:
Free verse
He was graced with long life as the work he required,
A present flame, aft he retired,
He deepened the souls that sat before him,
And made them express with written decorum.
He read their assignments with special attention
That challenged and called forth youth's finest rendition.
He opened the door to a life well read,
His students entangled in Baalat's web.
Gazing back through the specularium of time
One saw an intellect so immensely fine
That it slightly abashed those of higher grade,
His light joining their lights where others fade.
Moving on one lingered a bit in the past,
Still meeting challenges from his intellect, so vast.
That it scarce was contained
In the role for him framed.
His soul now borne upon the Stygian Lake
Leaves proper grammar trailing in its wake;
This gentle muse vanished in the night,
The curtains closed, doused the light.
No need for stately obelisk oe'r his bier
To greet mournful pilgrims once a year;
For though he'll be long gone,
The phallic symbol, he loved so, lives on.
Categories:
russel, funeral, nostalgia, people, school,
Form:
Couplet
This is the age of my discontent
when past regrets stench the nights,
as seasons leap in haste with my wired despair
where autumn trees crackle with pride
and chilled sensibilities...
how old can I get?
Life is now but a fleeting wisp of isolation
for one dumping life's passion
through human warmth, love's nobility;
that all the rubbish filth I carry
negates a caress of lost kinship, while moon-glow
awaits eventide's song without me.
I hear treetops of maples chant
to their boughs, wondering how
time’s compass has much to swoon about,
reeling igniting fireflies for a thrill, a light dance ...
so here I am to clear this rotting litter ,
afraid of growing old alone by myself
in a trash of regrets.
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Originally Written 7.17.2016
Resubmitted 11.18.2017 for Russel Sivey
Contest: Choose A Topic: A, B, C or D
Categories:
russel, depression, life, pollution,
Form:
Free verse
Just who can bear an empty heart devoid of any hope.
Of finding love to help you live and essentiallly just cope.
It has been said, we go to bed, per chance a dream or two.
For promises of love are there awaiting me and you.
But if you wake up all alone to face another day.
Don't forget that prayer you said before you hit the hay.
Written April 12th, 2012
For Russel Sivveys Contest 6 lines of love or romance.
By Robert Johnson
Categories:
russel, hope, life, love, prayer,
Form:
Rhyme
foliage display--
green turns to brilliant yellow
as autumn breeze blows
babies born
named Russel and Roux as the fall--
red maples bloom
shedding of leaves--
as leave pigments reflect sunlight
bright colors produced
Date:08-17-2012
Contest:"Autumn`s Beauty " sponsored by Gail Doyle
Categories:
russel, nature, autumn,
Form:
Haiku
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Noon Meal
Soft blackeyed peas
Collard greens chopped real fine
Pork boiled baked or fried, corn bread jive
Good luck
Meaning
Soft blackeyed peas
Equals the pennies made
Collards equals dollars one makes
Eat much
Sponsor: Russel Sivery
Contest: Good Luck Meal
Categories:
russel, food, life,
Form:
Cinquain