Best Reverts Poems

Synopsis
The lovely Lady Isabeau and her lover, medieval French Knight Etienne escape to flee the lustful advances of wicked Bishop of Aquila causing them to run afoul of him. The evil-bishop places them under a curse preventing the lovers being together in their mortal form...

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You have grown to be such a man
yet, I cannot help but see the boy in you
you are my Son, who wears many uniforms
as your father, I cannot help but be Proud,

I see you march in the Orange and Black
your new horn, the one you...

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It grows
beneath the surface
It grows
Behind the curtain

It grows
And when it is seen
It’s too late
It’s there to stay

It is like a gas
Hovering 
Following
Enveloping those

In its Smokey tendrils
Entrapping 
Clinging like brambles
To clothes

It coils itself
Around 
Tighter and tighter
It sits

By the ear
And hisses
Cruel music
To those unaware

Invisible It follows
Infecting the...

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They stay in the background
 stating a useless union still self-centered
 powerless, ill-prepared, inept entity of promises,
 the verbiage of false hopes with all the dos and donts,

watching, waiting, predicting, and anticipating
 another's demise into servitude rationalized
 with lie and innuendo, pseudo promises, outright lie,
...

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Next to my son's anger
plate tectonics are nothing
to me. His unhappiness
was caused by me.
His purpose and mine
is to catch photons and
store them in our bones.
Time measures change
which continues without self-doubt.
There is no self there.
Therefore, why care about
my son's anger
or my guilt?

Is it possible as Deutsch
suggests...

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He, who question's
                         His Own
                ...

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The Revolution of Taoism

Within the evolving cultural womb of human nature's prehistoric original intent

Looked at, but cannot be seen--
EarthMother's creative heart-womb
is called panentheistically Invisible
omnipresent core Yintegrity. (yi)

Listened to, but cannot be heard--
SolarSystemGod's crowning language 
called omniscient
Inaudible Bicameral Octaves (hsi)

Grasped at, but cannot be touched--
EcoSoul is...

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~~~Turritopsis Nutricular~~~
The immortal jelly fish, I wish we could be
Living like him/her under the sea.
After reaching his or her sexual maturity
It can turn back to a polyp, I wish it was me
It uses a process called transdifferentiation
It absorbs its own body, a good job it’s...

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Part Five

Some couplets apart
         much remains redundant
    even obvious
inapt by way of pointing to fresher vistas
  and those that follow the rarity of your verse
imbibe nothing else from this age’s handy cornucopia
 ...

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These chairs are uncomfortable
probably designed for that one purpose.

Those around me make no attempt
to acknowledge my existence
as if I am the product of their illness.

These chairs are uncomfortable
I wonder if they feel the same.

The wait is long
two hours past
my appointment time.

I would be angry
except all...

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Its 3 O'clock in the night-
Or morning should I say,
Oh gosh why my eyes & sleep fight?
Can't it just come and stay.
                       ...

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re-post inspired by Constance contest

Beechwoods,downland and common heath,
Chalky soil inches beneath;
Trees,jostling tall,
Leaf,yellow-brown in Autumn,fall;
Fallow deer feed at dawn and dusk,
Treading flat the beechnut husk;
Open heath,sandy soiled,
Whence commoners once toiled;
Roedeer,muntjac proliferate
As Nature reverts and liberates;
Winding brooks and narrow streams,
In mingled,muddled childhood dreams....

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Kimmy Mai has my 'heart' in her pocket, (1)
Does not need either ring or a locket,
Love like beer, always loan, (2)
Less fun drinking alone,
And a blast when you're riding a rocket!

Kimmy Mai "owns the market" on care
And she's fearless when called on to share,
Those who...

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A face of age, a septuagenarian that magically reverts to my twenties when I turn away from the mirror. 

My hair of silver does what it pleases to cover my face. I can't move one side of my face, a condition they call Bell's Palsy....

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Every scepter, every throne,
  reverts again anew

The god’s, their will divided,
 —an Iliad of ‘truth’    

A war of good intentions,
  paved avenue to hell

Honor shamed, by Zeus renamed,
 —that horse where judgment dwells

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)...

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