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Russell Sivey Poem
The wind against the trees make a rustling
A sound unlike any other around
The rubbing of the limbs craft a bustling
It’s a subtle music which brings this sound
Even the lake near land has a ripple
The wind against the trees make a rustling
And the grass nearby swishes and baffles
And the wind seems to give a great panting
The water has another sound, bubbling
Sounds permeate all throughout this calm place
The wind against the trees make a rustling
Mountain sits mighty with sounds on its face
Even the light seems to speak of high marks
The scene enlightens higher than heartstrings
Sound is the number one part that embarks
The wind against the trees make a rustling…
Russell Sivey
Contest: 'SOUNDS'
Sponsor: FRANK H.
5/11/2013
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How do I write my love in poetry?
Spin it around a needle’s company
I succumb to the wishes that’s displayed
Straight into my heart, a bed that is made
Words that focus not on the worldly things
Making love formed by surely everything
Almost all my chimed poetry is filled
Tinging of the bells on my window sill
My poems flow from my pen to your head
Allowing even the strange come to bed
Obstinate people combined with some change
Must read of my love, they will rearrange
My lovely other, sits upon the throne
Love ties us as one, prepares what is known
Russell Sivey
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Bones
Pale, chalky
Hating, stalking, gripping
Skull, skeleton, Jack-O-Lantern, candle
Humbling, pleasing, comforting
Orange, hollow
Pumpkin
Russell Sivey
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There’s scarlet within the warm sky tonight
A crimson feel that envelopes alright
I love the sight of every form of red
Yellow seeps in with orange that bled
World moves effortlessly along with this
The colors of majestic times you wish
I see the sky this dusk with awe and glee
Seemingly to make me complete and free
A crimson sky beams with peace and delight
Sun dips into the ground and out of sight
Birds recognize this beauty and dips down
Reaches in the heart of the glow around
Tranquil with love through the entry parlor
The sky is filled with an awesome color
Russell Sivey
Contest: CRIMSON SKY old/new peom
Sponsor: S. K. A. T.
5/12/2013
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She’s wild, a passionate heart of love inspired
Playing a violin, masterful and free
So fast and fierce, her every lust is desired
Violin sparks aflame burning intensely
She screams with pleasure of the fire’s indulgence
Peak of passion has reached beyond innocence
Her mouth open with flames entering inside
She loves her tremendous trek, her awesome ride
Russell Sivey
Happy Valentines Day
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a cold winter’s breath
freezing limbs in the bare woods ---
bone chilled finger points
Russell Sivey
NOTE: I really like this poem, one of my favorites! Submitted: 2/17/2012
CONTEST BY: Juxtaposition Haiku
SPONSOR : Charles Henderson
Entrant into PD's "Only #1 poems... For #1 contest winners only.." contest
3/3/2012
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In the night movement there’s a wary crow
Straight up into the blue moon it flies high
Cocking its flight to avoid its cold rays
Each night in the moon brings a large crow’s sigh
Elbows of their feet bend throughout the air
As the bird sings, a gorgeous sound to me
I can sense its flight near me, overhead
He’s flapping near to me, but I can’t see
Only if the moon is shining greatly
Can I see, tonight it comes in and out
But sure when it comes out of the darkness
The moon only brings shades that are about
Circling there above me cawing with joy
Listening do I hear his great power
Appearing now within the little light
Dips down on me as I stand and cower
Conquering my fear I reach for him near
I hope that he comes onto my dark arm
He does just that, I look deep in his eyes
He swallows my heartbeats without alarm
Now I move to the nearest tree and caw
Allowing him to fly to high branches
Power envelopes me, I seem to float
I must leave him to the highest reaches
Russell Sivey
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I follow the path of flowers that’s near
Each one a little different than the next
I desire to be close, with petals dear
Their blossoms are fancy and quite complex
Each one a little different than the next
I can smell their fragrance in the calm air
Their blossoms are fancy and quite complex
There’s not a bit of dismay nor despair
I can smell their fragrance in the calm air
There is peace and tranquility about
There’s not a bit of dismay nor despair
Living things they are, I sure will not pout
There is peace and tranquility about
I kneel down to pluck one up off the ground
Living things they are, I sure will not pout
The flowers, though loud, are the best around
I kneel down to pluck one up off the ground
The flower is red, that’s full of beauty
The flowers, though loud, are the best around
I’ve been blessed to see them actually
The flower is red, that’s full of beauty
I desire to be close, with petals dear
I’ve been blessed to see them actually
I follow the path of flowers that’s near
Russell Sivey
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Darkness lies behind the locked gate
Vastness is what’s beyond the wall
Crassness delves into my longed soul
Fondness it makes a great heart call
Key to the gate I have in hand
Magically I’ll enter heaven
Hopefully I’ll hold the threshold
Tenderly I see what’s given
To the center, here’s the fountain
Blue is the water now inside
New are the coins in the fountain
True I hold this place by my side
I dig in my pants for a coin
Sigh, I make a wish beyond grave
Tie my dreams to the coin, heartache
By this wish her dreams will I save
Russell Sivey
Form Lento
Contest: MY SECRET GARDEN
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
2/13/2014
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Her eyes show so much emotion inside
She has certainly formed a trail of tears
Leaving marks where the tears rolled down her face
There’s no greater pain than what’s on her face
The feeling she has, grows from the inside
She cries so much there are a lot of tears
She knows no other way but to cry tears
Sullen look forms on her, right on her face
Crying also happens way deep inside
From inside she cries tears onto her face
Entrant into Andrea Dietrich's "Introducing Tritina (a new poetry form for you!)" contest
2/12/2013
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