Short Reverts Poems

When the ages rock,
all divergence reverts to type

And time bows to the inner voice
—of eternity

(Dreamsleep: December, 2019)...

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He who question's
        His own intensity
Perceives his own
   Destiney,
And reverts' to that
       Simple,
Classical nothing ness

               GF...

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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...

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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)...

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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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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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The postman brings the mail
through rain and snow and hail.
What an example of reliance –
his arrival’s certain as a science!
With care and pride and scrutiny
he sorts the mail responsibly:
Name and address must agree
with the box of each addressee.
Every piece he carefully inserts
where it belongs, lest it reverts.
My one complaint is that he fills
my box with far too many bills....

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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....

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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...

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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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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)...

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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...

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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....

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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!)...

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