Best Reverts Poems
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 have polished to a glow
every step you take, Orchestrated to perfection
with every note played, My pride, Crescendo
Then, you have worked hard, and Matured
a letter arrives, Office of the Governor, the Man himself
an invitation, Ambassadorship, a Musical one
Travel Europe, Summer next, Seven Countries
A Father, busting with pride, Why? I'll tell you!
Because, " Your Easy to be Proud of"
Yet as proud as I am, there is this other Uniform
the one you wear with Honor, Duty, Love of Country
the one with Medals, Braids and Epaulets
the one with a special pin, a hometown pin
Five Stars Golden, enveloped by Black and Orange
Tenne' a Chevron, a Chief, a Ring of Life
of the First Argent, A Scroll in Black
an inscription, " Classis Adhaereo Adstringo"
A Motto, In Latin, ascribed by the Navy
for Five hometown boys Lost in War
of how they lived and died " We Stick Together"
Albert,Francis,George,Joseph and Madison Sullivan
In that Uniform, I see the Man, not the boy
I cannot help but be caught, in solemn thought
This Man, with Anapolis in sight and mind
on this, the Eve of the 9/11 tragedy and War
That solemn thought reverts to Sacrifice
the Sullivan's sacrificed,9/11 over 3000 sacrificed
all did so,willingly or not, for Country, for God
I think you have foreseen Your Destiny, Your own
Josh, whatever Uniform you decide to wear,
whatever path, you may choose to walk
I'll always Love you, Be there for and with you
and be So Very Proud of You, Why? Because!
You're Easy to be Proud of!
With all my Love.....Dad
Copyright 2011 Richard Pickett
Categories:
reverts, family, son, love,
Form:
Free verse
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 world
With its murky gloom
Making the future black
The world stops turning
Reverts to standing still
And it clings still
Holding in an unloving embrace
It’s like an impenetrable bubble
Of pain
Hatred reverberating back inside
While kindness sits beyond its walls
Kindness does not wait
It sits for only a while
Then leaves
Leaves you with it
Clawing for freedom
Does not work
For it infects deep
It becomes you
Escape can only come
From the outside
But the world is blind to it
So we sit
Afraid to make a sound
And it grows bigger
‘Tell there is no telling
The difference between you
And it
Until suddenly
It Fades
Gone for good?
Not likely
It always returns
It’s just away
Visiting family
Or taking a break
But it’s enough
Long enough
Long enough to speak
Long enough for the world to hear you
Long enough to be ready
When it comes back
Maybe you won’t be unarmed
Maybe you won’t be alone
But only if you speak
Categories:
reverts, anxiety, change, confidence, depression,
Form:
Free verse
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,
treaties made never intended to be kept;
an envious and jealous desire of possession
over control, land and people, ever transitory
it never seems to end, forgetful of history's lessons
never once learning the realities of truth;
self-indulgent arrogance and ignorance
internal self-gratification to be more
bound by useless rhetoric and threat
and the human race reverts ever backward;
how long do we watch from distant shores?
as humanity fades into the past aggressions
back to the dust and earth in regression
of time in restart?
Categories:
reverts, absence, betrayal, corruption,
Form:
Blank verse
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 that the changes
a self-aware organism can
applying the scientific method
instantiate are innumerable
compared to those of the sun
or any big bang?
Therefore, one must care
about the harm you've done
or the good you'd do.
As Stevens proved
the essential activity's
to imagine the world
then test it against the breeze.
What good is philosophy
without a confession
I sometimes hit
whenever angry
and can kill given
opportunity and permission.
My knowledge of enduring
seeds and periodic
elements is limited
by my impatience.
If I could stop
circle with a dot
breathing
perhaps then I would
understand myself. But
what is there to know about the self?
Long ago, according to Borges,
Shakespeare imposed
a self-imposed silence
on himself. He knew
what, that perfect acts,
accurate and factual,
actually requiring
microscopes and telescopes
for growing small and going far
take you to the very space a
gentle breeze and ridiculous bird
occupy at the end of the mind
at the end of your life.
"Death initiates a complex process by which the human body gradually
reverts to dust
but minerals may fill the cracks and voids, bonding the hydroxyapatite
and allowing the bones to join . . ."
in the happy tectonics
of the earth's plates.
Categories:
reverts, anger, care, earth, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
He, who question's
His Own
Intensity....
Perceives' His own
Destiny
-And -
Reverts' to that
Simple
Classical nothing - Ness
Gary Fields
Poet/Author
Featured: "The Cross" book #106627
Xlibris Publications
Rev. (NOV2013)
Categories:
reverts, absence, change, deep, education,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
~~~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 not a nation
I imagine it all on a global scale
You wiped them all out for them to grow back from a tail.
It seems as though the immortal jellyfish
Is not so immortal though when you read this.
Cos as it reverts it gets diseased, eaten or dies,
By this thing called plankton, and I think that comes with fries.
Categories:
reverts, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
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 my emotion
is focused on this chair.
I watch as those around me
come and go
I am still ignored
this chair now unbearable.
Finally
I am called
I stand
I feel instant relief
I am happy to be out
of that uncomfortable chair.
I enter the office
my mood elevated
ecstatic to be seen
my greeting
no anger or despair
simply
"Good afternoon, Doctor."
Into my test
that one
I put off for so long
that dreaded Prostate Exam
my mind reverts
so not to feel any pain
I think of that damn chair
probably designed
for that one purpose.
Categories:
reverts, adventure, funny, health, people,
Form:
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.
I fear the darkness and its hollowness,
Once I was a sleeping angel;
Now getting driven into the shallowness-
I think about the imminent danger,
Failing to understand,
What is it that bothers me?
I can't stand nor can I flee;
My pain I can no longer withstand,
Day by day I turn into a wreck,
Want to scream and yell my plight;
Alas but I find no one in sight,
My voice reverts and finally breaks.
Nobody has a clue;
Of what i go through-
Or maybe nobody knew;
And none is there to rescue!
Slowly i have learned to live with this;
Falling daily into the deep abyss;
I know something is deeply wrong;
But don't know how far it will go and how long!
Categories:
reverts, confusionday,
Form:
Rhyme
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.
Categories:
reverts, places,
Form:
Idyll (Idyl)
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 treasure "withhold,"
Don't know value of gold,
Grow up crippled when adults aren't there!
Kimmy Mai knows my heart is just mine,
And thinks sharing is better than fine,
To "lose heart" means you die,
To pretend is to lie,
Heart in chains (on its face) asinine!
Kimmy Mai says she'll love me "forever,"
Thinks I'm tall, handsome, naive, and clever,
Such gifts inborn not learned,
(So they can't be returned),
Still, her words move my world like a lever. (3)
Kimmy Mai knows my word is my bond,
Though there are bigger fish in the pond,
And she still chooses me!
"Oh, say can you see," (4)
"Over hill, over dale," (5) "and beyond?" (6)
Brian Johnston
August 1, 2017
Poet's Notes:
(1) This line is a little misleading. You don't have a firm grip on something that is in your pocket, but you certainly have access! I like to think that my love is a gift that must be given daily for it always reverts to me when I sleep and must be consciously given the next morning again! No one can own another's love, nor is it possible to in fact give your love to another. That concept of love I think is a lie! It is clear why there are so many broken hearts!
(2) I have always enjoyed the witticism, "You cannot buy beer, only rent it!" I apply a parallel logic to 'love' as well in this verse!
(3) "Give me a lever long enough and a fulcrum on which to place it, and I shall move the world." - Archimedes. Read me long enough, and I will expose you to a little science sooner or later. I may not believe in Donald Trump, but I believe in my readers!
(4) "Oh say can you see!" I compare Kimmy to the American flag and the best that it can stand for... immigrants united in one nation.
(5) "Over hill, over dale" from the Army Caisson Song...I would go to war for Kimmy!
(6) "and beyond!" Quote from Buzz Lightyear. "To infinity and beyond." The only value beyond Kimmy (for me) is Science, (a gift from God), and God Himself!
Categories:
reverts, love, philosophy, science,
Form:
Limerick
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. Flirty, half fallen, silky gray hair that helps me cover the one side. My forehead smooths out from the left and slight creases on the right. My eyebrows are small; a student describing them like commas.
When I was younger, my large brown eyes and long dark lashes were the focal point of my face.
As the years moved on, erosion has chosen to leave me with bloodshot eyes; one normal the other droopy and dry as the sands of the Sahara Desert whether from the constant irritation or the countless sleepless night.
I've always had a round face with freckles and a small turned-up nose that is a beacon of shine if it's not powdered. I am very fortunate, I have no wrinkles around my eyes, but two smile lines that crinkle on either side of my nose.
My lips are not like a lot of women, plump, I inherited my father's small thin lips. As a teen, I would gloomily glare in the mirror hating the way they looked. My teeth are not quite perfect, but I might remind you of a chipmunk. They're not noticeable since I am not able to smile. If I don't, I look very normal, but a look of scowling.
A face of age yet beautiful.
12/26/2019
Poetry Contest: The Metaphor Of Your Face
Sponsored BY: John Lawless
Categories:
reverts, age, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
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)
Categories:
reverts, judgement,
Form:
Rhyme
In recent daydreams, I bemused
trekking the wild African plain -
herds of hippoes and elephants
petrifying prey with their might.
Envisioning the behemoth
I recall a story about
behemoth’s strong powerful tail.
So my reverie is confused.
An elephant’s tail I see as
a bottle brush, skinny, floppy.
I had heard, read, or seen somewhere
“the behemoth’s tail sways like a
cedar” which immediately
brought to mind the elephant’s trunk.
This trance has the power to amuse
I ponder the thought of a writer
who mistook the front end for the
rear end of an elephant and
in typical dream fashion had
created a new fantasy -
the legendary behemoth.
At this point my head went on cruise
drifting to comic books of old,
where behemoth is a monster
set in the tales of Atlantis.
I recall a trip with puppets
electric eels, whirlwinds, quicksand
from the brilliant minds at Marvel.
For writers impelled by a muse
to pen our imaginations,
dreams make perfect sense while dreaming.
Sweats, rapid heart beats are the proof
when we awake in frantic haste
to get it all down on paper
before our mind reverts to truth.
Categories:
reverts, animal, muse, writing,
Form:
Verse
inspired by nature contest theme
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.
Categories:
reverts, childhood, nature,
Form:
Bio
Sun now rising in the east
renews its vows with mother earth.
It's rays regenerating life
dark of night so selfishly stole.
As I absorb its warming rays
my mind reverts to you.
Like the sun, you made my darkest hours
turn into just a memory.
Bringing warmth where once
cold roamed freely through my soul.
Tears I once shed are now
like crystals flowing from a chandelier.
Reflecting every hue of a rainbow
passing through my eyes of china blue.
No longer the words "I love you"
seem meaningless coming from my lips.
You have shown me there is warmth in my heart.
Feelings once trapped deep within me,
with no portal to escape, are now released
from their cold, lifeless existence.
You've made my heart, my mind, my whole being,
rise as if a Phoenix from a dark dreaded sleep.
Like that sun rising in the East,
you have renewed my life again.
Categories:
reverts, feelings,
Form:
Free verse