Lawrence Sharp Poet Free verse

Revelation Now As Then

When The White Horseman rides you will know.
Retribution and Conquest prevail,
only their names and faces 
changeable and interchangeable,
and healing is buried in silent craft.
The White Horseman rides, we know.

When The Red Horseman rides you will know.
No peace is split by war
for no real peace could ever be,
and war splits only war
and multiplies its wars.
The Red Horseman rides, we know.

When The Black Horseman rides you will know.
In shadow of war and shadow of drought
and shadow of master’s avarice,
Famine places its arbitrary touch
on man, woman, child, eaten by their own.
The Black Horseman rides, we know.

When The Pale Horseman rides you will know.
Death arrived by its own devices
and persists at its own strange whim,
fallen the vanquished and the victor alike
and fallen the rabble between.
The Pale Horseman rides, we know.

25th February 2019

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Sanja Cokolic February 28, 2019 at 10:45 AM we have a same poem subject ... I like this version very much .. Lawrence Sharp February 28, 2019 at 1:17 PM Thanks, Sanja, very good to have you here, and very glad you enjoyed.

Robert Lindley February 28, 2019 at 7:23 AM I replied before but it vanished. Truly exceptional and deeply revelational my great friend. A fav... Lawrence Sharp February 28, 2019 at 7:24 AM Thanks, Robert, always good to get such positive feedback from you, my friend.

Arthur Vaso February 28, 2019 at 12:28 AM King Arthur likes this one!! :) Lawrence Sharp February 28, 2019 at 7:24 AM Thanks, King, very pleased for visit and comment.

Silent One February 27, 2019 at 3:38 AM This is really clever... Lawrence Sharp February 27, 2019 at 9:25 AM Thanks for reading and commenting, S1, glad if you enjoyed.

Mystic Rose Rose February 26, 2019 at 5:08 PM Death always arrives at its own device, but I do believe in the benevolent horse of healing too. love and hugs xo Lawrence Sharp February 26, 2019 at 10:24 PM Thanks very much for visit and comment, Pix, always good to have you here.

Brandy Nicole February 25, 2019 at 7:16 PM Then and Now! Not much difference. As far as the intensity of it all. War! Death and more, and less peace. In fact, seems much worse than before. Your thoughts always hold such depth. Meaning!! ~ Brandy Lawrence Sharp February 25, 2019 at 10:26 PM Not much difference indeed, Brandy, nail struck upon head. Thanks for visit and input, always good to have you.

Nette Onclaud February 25, 2019 at 12:39 PM may the good force be with us to redeem this world from such danger... an audacious work, lawrence! Lawrence Sharp February 25, 2019 at 2:22 PM Thanks for reading and commenting, Nette. Audacious I ordinarily take as being good, so I'll gladly have it.

Vijay Pandit February 25, 2019 at 11:49 AM Retribution, conquest, war, famine, death..such conflicts you depict...no good outcome in the end..fallen are all. You always seek to find the meaning and depth..and make me think. Well done, Lawrence. Lawrence Sharp February 25, 2019 at 2:19 PM Thanks Vijay, you know I like it when some thought is sparked. Visit and comment appreciated, my friend.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart February 25, 2019 at 9:45 AM A very evocative piece. It reminds me a little of Stephen Crane, not in the form but in the language. (he is a favourite of mine) xomo Lawrence Sharp February 25, 2019 at 2:17 PM Thanks, Mo, if I bring one of your favourites to mind I'll take that as as very high praise. Appreciated.