"revans" poems
She has long gone, my lady of light!
And left me alone sitting here;
Murmured sweet nothings, slipped into the night,
I thought I’d had nothing to fear.
Her memory burns so bright in my heart,
Like torchlight in the darkest abyss,
Causing shadows that shimmer, and shiver and dart,
As they do with the sun’s setting kiss.
Her memory waltzes in the halls of my mind,
As light penetrates from above:
The dance that we shared wends its way, and does wind,
A slow fading, bull fight of love.
Oh beautiful memories, locked deep within,
But as high as the skies that ascend!
Within me your spirit will eternally spin
For my heart you will never transcend.
Dear, beauteous vision! The jewel in my heart,
Glittering in your unmined, purest form;
What mysteries you still whisper, and faintly impart,
The calm in the eye of my storm!
Like the calm of a rookery at midday, which you’ll know
Is long after the flock has first flown;
And where sing those birds, and forage they now?
That to me does remain quite unknown.
And yet back you return, in some beautiful dreams
Singing songs like a caged bird set free:
If I kept you, you’d fall apart at your seams
For I’d hold you so tightly to me.
If a flame was ever hidden, deep in a grave,
It would never burn bright, or burn strong;
To encase you, and hold you, eternally save
Would **** you, you would not shine long.
Oh beautiful Universe, you created us all
To dance high, and dance strong, and dance free!
Liberate our hearts from this world, as you call
Us all back to one true liberty.
Matt Revans
09/12/2015
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Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 3:25 PM UTC
Coming Over Here!
The swifts have once again returned
The pigeons have not even spurned
The influx of these migrant flocks...
Who've circumnavigated docks
And flown sky high as they've defected
Passport free and undetected
Africa they've left behind
Knowing that they'd surely find
Nests and food in great abundance
Austere months now in redundance
Times of plenty now abound
But have you ever really found
In human terms, for that is how
We think, but can you tell me now
That in this land of wealth and plenty
That such newcomers seeking gentry
Are welcomed with the song we sing
Do we make room, take under wing
Our fellow beings on this earth
Who live out lives to death from birth
Who only want the safest haven
That's surely what we all are craving
A place to raise our young in peace
As war and death and blight decease
If doors were always shut in faces
Nests destroyed in secret places
Remember that it's only fair
As watching fledgelings take to air
That where there's life is where there's hope
And for one moment could you cope
If you were always on the run
From those who shift you on and shun
Those who come from other places
They do it with their airs and graces
Assured of their superior stance
Rejecting as they caste askance
Their eyes of judgment over those
With different voices, skins and clothes
And never once remembering
It's one same song we all do sing
An octave quavering as they do
A chord that resonates with few
Is only why we always fool
Ourselves, and then divide and rule.
Well carry on if so you must
But we'll all end up the self same dust.
Matt Revans ©Copyright
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 12:34 PM UTC
I live my life like water
For water never lingers
And though it sustains...
It will slip through your fingers
The tiniest drop hardly felt on your lips
In vaster amounts will support many ships
I live in and around you, unseen in the air
But can be called on to revive, when you all but despair
Water does not resist, instead it just flows
Moving with ease wherever it goes
When you plunge your hand into it, it will merely surround you
It is not a solid wall, that will stop or confound you.
But water always goes wherever it may
and nothing you can do will ever make it stay
Water is patient, it will wear away stone
Remember this, my friend, when you feel all alone
For you are mostly water, so when faced with dead ends
Go round them or over them, for water always transcends
I'll live my life like water, until my dying breath
"He wrote his name on water" will be my epitaph.
Matt Revans
©Copyright
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 3:51 PM UTC
What is this life, if full of care,
We social network, unaware....
We sit indoors, connect with friends,
Whilst interaction dies and ends.
No time to spend with kids or spouse,
Thoughts ever beyond the home and house.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Our lives descending into plight.
No time to notice real life's glance,
Viewed from an iPad screen askance.
No time to wait, do things with ease,
Crippled by virtuality's disease.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We social network, unaware.
Matt Revans
©Copyright
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 3:49 PM UTC