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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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He, who question's
                      ...

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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...

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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...

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Part Five

Some couplets apart
         much remains redundant
    even obvious
inapt by way of pointing to...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,
 ...

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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...

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