I had a vision that`ll become one but,
all the dreams were now shattered.
It took us time to plan, but within seconds everything was gone.
I was deep imagining, fantasizing about our future,
our perfect world.
Time took a stand still,
Everything we hope for was destroyed
Then I realized we are different people with dreams don`t align.
by Russel Chip
Categories:
russel, art, books, creation, emotions,
Form: Free verse
Profane Speech
Russel Abdur Rahman
There is no history that everyone is blind at night
Murk has eye, Lingo and it likes to love with hungrily song
And bear pulses of light!
Dirty time wouldn’t stable, history will sing changing song
It seems imperious habit of a fruitful creation.
No history of injuries of the earth only life be injured
There is no clearing house of body
If breaks shrine for taciturnity no responsibility of progeny
It is lex or habit profane or pure.
Categories:
russel, bangla, truth,
Form: Prose Poetry
Mr. J. Clown is incredibly sad,
His Jack Russel Terriers made him mad
They ripped her face off
With nary a cough
She was prettiest doll he’d ever had
Categories:
russel, 5th grade, 6th grade,
Form: Limerick
Have a great birthday, Ken Russel,
Learn from the teacher's instruction;
Your knowledge will let you excel
Everyone else in your section.
Topic: Birthday of Ken Russel E. Manalo (March 13)
Categories:
russel, birthday,
Form: Quatrain
K-ind
E-xpression's
N-atal
R-egards
U-se
S-ublime
S-tatement
E-mploying
L-iterary
M-essage
A-s
N-ame
A-pplies
L-ife's
O-ptimism
Topic: Birthday of Ken Russel E. Manalo (March 13)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
russel, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
WIFE’S DAY
Will guys still be flocking
down to the supermarket
with gloved hands and a mask
hair astrew, wild eyes
the surprise that it’s wife’s day
I mean mother’s day today
Will he shake the box of Russel Stovers
longing to pinch
each lady, find the filling inside?
Will he flutter through the leftover
cards, find one amusing
or overly mushy
or singsongy?
Will his glazed over eyes
dart back and forth
in front of the flower case
a fresh dozen...one’s wilted
will she notice?
Will one with perfectly white teeth
grab two steaks and a bottle of bouquet
bless the barbeque
and grab a superlicious cake?
Or will covid-19 excuse the display
of affection, confuse the confectionary confection,
throw petals to the wind, take a bite
out of mother’s day sails?
As for me I received a simple gift, a coffee cup.
Simple and attractive, my love for coffee
noticed, my love for God —
the saying says it all.
Don’t buy me off
Offer a loving cup
He did!
5/10/2020
Categories:
russel, mothers day,
Form: Free verse
Click, crack
Cuff, clap,
Boom, bang,
Bellow, blast,
Rattle, rumble,
Russel, ring,
Patter, pop,
Ping, peal-
Inaction owing
To the internal
Conflict,
Internally I
Shall belong.
Categories:
russel, anxiety, autumn, blue, confusion,
Form: ABC
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
Autumn is my favorite season,
Natures finest hour.
Kaleidoscope of colors then,
No rival can be found.
The russel and the krackle of
The leafs that sacrificed,
Their lives to beautify the paths,
We tread to see their best.
The coolness of the air so crisp,
In early morning frost.
Renews our splrt and our soul,
anxieties forgot.
And even in dark winter months,
bleak and dreary days.
Call for Autums Encore,
To bow, on memories stage.
Categories:
russel, autumn, beauty, imagination,
Form: Rhyme
Moonlit was the park,
its trees not needing lamplight:
shadows drifted steadily.
Moonlit met my need,
so I was in the right place,
looking up to all night's stars.
Moonlight Delight
9/7/2017
A 3rd place win
in Russel Sivey's contest
Categories:
russel, imagery, moon,
Form: Sedoka
As twilight prolongs,
The moon ushers in the night,
Its rays so tender on skins,
As wave rises high,
Sea breeze pats our backs gently,
As lovers renew their vows .
9-7-2017
Contest: Moonlight Delight by Russel Sivey .
Categories:
russel, emotions, nature,
Form: Sedoka
The moon, beautiful
bright, and full at nine PM.
By nine twenty, she was gone.
Upstaged by dark clouds,
she gave way, and disappeared;
But oh, she was most stunning
09062017 PS Contest, Moonlight Delight, Russel Sivey, 7P
Categories:
russel, beauty, moon,
Form: Sedoka
The moon shadows me,
porcelain eye a mirror,
dark canyons my deepest thoughts.
My white soul whispers,
lilting on a jasmine breeze
under glowing firmament.
3rd Place
Moonlight Delight Contest
Sponsor: Russel Sivey
Written: 9/6/17
Categories:
russel, moon, night,
Form: Sedoka
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
Hell fire rising in the east.
Captivating evil beast.
Bathing me in all it's warmth.
Now my souls on fire.
for Russel Sivvey's contest Red Sun
June 26th
Categories:
russel, morning,
Form: Dodoitsu
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