Short Reverts Poems
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When the ages rock,
all divergence reverts to type
And time bows to the inner voice
—of eternity
(Dreamsleep: December, 2019)
He who question's
His own intensity
Perceives his own
Destiney,
And reverts' to that
Simple,
Classical nothing ness
GF
Light as an emanation
Of hope-filled joy.
Light as a revelation
Of divine birth.
Drawn to each type, selfsame toned
Whilst sung to, as
Child, reverts back to: angel
Of divine worth.
Strange how psychosis seems to be the leverage for genius
Fragment the truth
bevel reality
Within the derelict wasteland of inspiration
the resolution will be found
That sinkhole reverts
and the illusion of truth can never be known
Every scepter, every throne,
reverts again anew
The god’s, their will divided,
in Iliads of truth
All wars of good intention,
paved avenues to hell
Honor shamed by Zeus renamed
—that horse where judgment dwells
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
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)
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.
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.
The sun will shine brighter tomorrow when
Life reverts to a simple living and only then
the hazy smog of mistrust and hate will clear
and an innocent heart can beat with no fear.
When hymns to the Lord are pleasing to the ear
the earth shall appear as a glimmering sphere,
Over mountain, meadow and meandering glen
Peace and love will reign in the hearts of men.
~Poem of Poems contest by charles messina
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.
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)
beechwoods downland
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
roedeer muntjac proliferate
where Nature reverts
& liberates
colours tint our view
daylight
so soon out of sight
waves goodbye
all creatures exhale
a sigh
We're traveling on the open sea;
It's rolling, gray and vast.
My husband's feeling the effects -
I hope it doesn't last.
The endlessness I do not like.
At least when I see land,
The world reverts to someplace
I am apt to understand.
Below us creatures swim around,
Oblivious, I'm sure,
To all of us who sail on by
Outside of their front door.
I'm sitting on the balcony
And staring at the sea.
It's hours 'til we dock and that
Is way too long for me.
Does anyone else have the feeling
That life is escaping too fast
That passing of time leaves you reeling
As present reverts to the past?
A blink, and the baby is crawling
Then walking to school on his own
Too soon university's calling
And full independence is sown.
For time cannot stall in its travels
And yes, we should treasure what's gone,
But shape as each new day unravels
Fresh memories that will live on.
11.11.20
( My son turns 30 this month!)
She is ok in a small dose
Other wise its a living hell
Try to be the perfect hoast
She reverts back to her shell
Never is she though one to boast
But thoigh always kiss and tell
At times pushed pillow to post
"Oh yeah er ok ,oh yeah oh well"
Still she is quite unlike most
Love,maddness,trouble -
she dose spell!
At times like living with a ghost
Never in the here and now,
Idea crom conversation back in 2014 bits taken fom here and now now and then writes,written 2022