Best Deflected Poems
The Light grows dim
My Pupils dilate
Now Falling into a Meditative state
The earth consumes my sinking roots
As I ground myself
reality dilutes
Being present in this moment
All Equal and free
Slipping away now from life’s debris
Noticing moments between my thoughts
A silent awareness
Visions distort
Connection grows strong
to the spiritual world
We meet in the middle
The heavens unfurled
Deeper still into the stars
Past Mercury, Venus, Earth and Mars
in my private bubble I’m protected
Negativity gently deflected
Just be in this moment
Silence the mind
Let universal love unbind
In dream like state
Beyond the veil
I feel their energy
They will prevail
The scent of a loved one
passed on long ago
A meeting of souls
their auras aglow
There’s no need for words
The eyes say it all
On their frequency now
I hear their call
I am part of the cosmos
I am wind
I am rain
I’m translucent ocean
Devoid of all pain
I ride the waves slowly back to the shore
Notice the ticking of the clock Once more
Becoming aware now
Back into the room
Content that I’ll return there soon
This is my space
It costs nothing but time
To visit this sacred realm
So divine
laden in the semblance of the lifeless
i curled my mind, nesting in the umbrage
of memories that haunt more than touch
unable to soar within the wind's of time
she begged me to fly, wrap my wings around faith
offer her comfort, make promises she knows i can't keep
yet my words fall darkened like november days upon her deafness
my shoulders carry her weight as her silence screams aloud
i see the bony fingers of darkness pointing
at yet another encompassed in my coalition
she knows he's come for her, i see the fear
in her downcast eyes, as tears trail my back
i pretend to be tethered on strings of hope
ensconce my fears with factitious smiles
praying she doesn't see the forlorn looming
as i suppress my own tears through a stammer of words
while cursing death beneath my breath, unsettled within
i clamber the ground on deflected knees, hands enclosed
in sullenness my words are uplifted on a zephyr of last breaths
bore of a dozen souls lost as i withdrawal in this unrest of fate once more
November 11, 2019
She sent me a lol on wattsapp
Please pass the ketchup
Mothership gliding in silent space
Umbilically us padded in shiny foil
Her face deflected in a fish bowl
Leaves only guessing about her thoughts
Lets dock Lets talk
Little ingots and tiny orbs
Suspended in the fluid of my sight
Just us against the world
Through the crackling and the static noise
Wincing hard to hear her voice
Her words a soggy sandwich
Pleading as my waning battery
But my head wouldnt dock with my heart
And somehow we became unwed
She was my torment, I was her duty
Her virtue was the softer call
And that became her beauty
Ive become much softer now
But it doesnt work for me at all
A completed work a naughty boy
Indifferent now to watch me fall
Everywhere I look, everywhere I turned
I see what he took in what I have learned
No segment neglected no group denied
God's glory's deflected by satins own pride
All throughout the land, in every family
Nor do they understand, unable to see
Like a shadow following you around
Happy to know you'll never be found
Looking high and low even far and wide
We all know that Jesus has been denied
Day in and day out and year after year
This daily bout gets more and more clear
Can you see any of this or are you blind
I'd be remissed to say they're easy to find
So subtle is he as he woo's you away
But if that was me I'd begin to pray
Galatians 6:7-9
Do not be deceived: God is not mocked, for whatever one sows, that will he also reap. For the one who sows to his own flesh will from the flesh reap corruption, but the one who sows to the Spirit will from the Spirit reap eternal life. And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not quit.
Shadows seeking solitude
sunlight filters fleeting dream
soft endless kisses
are more real than they seem
Awake but still in the stillness
missing moments long past
through stained glass windows
smiles seldom forever last
Dusty records skipping with
every floor board squeak
dancing my way ever closer
nearer your soul to peek
In bits of laughter loved
from the orchard dripped
ripe hints of heaven
I ungracefully tripped
Broken arrows slightly felt
but deflected just enough
where pain laid low
magically I remained tough
Lost and found but still around
hidden in the lyrics down low
under guise of star struck eyes
the whispers still somehow show
Dusty records skipping with
every floor board squeak
dancing my way ever closer
nearer your soul to peek
Falling in deep a sweet melody
when you're ready I'll be
awaiting upon your dance floor
for you to fall into me
Waltzing slowly
uninterrupted
just you
just me
I understand
the need for redemption
when all they do is ask about me
and the phone company has never
even heard your voice.
The scar on your leg
hasn't yet faded from our accident
four years ago (you study those
scars every day, as if searching
for blame)
and you find it
buried beneath cobwebs of
false hope and deflected
stories of the life you had
and the life you have…
I can do no right
here, within the
wish-I-was.
If I were stronger maybe
or you less so,
I’d bandage your wounds
and rock you to sleep
but you are motion-sick
and healing just fine
without me.
How long before the
questions subside?
Will you answer in the
voice of pride, or reason?
Six years’ fallacy, or
merely unfortunate?
My legs are torn too,
but I don't wear shorts in the summertime
(I never tan anyway)
and I never said I was beautiful.
Digressive Death
Deflected by summer’s breeze
Find me fallen upon my knees
Now it’s time for a pensive prayer
To let go thoughts thru abrasive air
Digressive death, I will weepingly awaken
To search the heavens that have forsaken
Longing for love within the internal light
Drenched in darkness of nocturnal night
To cries of anguish we must respond
Lachrymal lure of Satan’s spawned
Lucid layers of decaying dreams
Suffocating silences in strangled screams
Incongruent idols, immaculate imagery
Fallen angels of beguiling brilliancy
Treasured tombs that satiate the soul
Amongst wandering winds, on midnight's stroll.
Jan.23.2017
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A passenger opposite me
In the bus looked at me
His bare face, a rough feeling worn
How may change, with that my own
Looking at him and a small smile by my cheeks
Stagnant image sulks and my smile embarrasses
His face and mind not having deflected
Tells something strange I am confused
Only thing that I have had
It was not, that I think very bad
One more smile came in my face
I could slightly open the lace
A reaction to an action might have not the same
A small turn in inner may be the aim
When I left the bus and him at my time
One thing, looking at me, I saw him
Now I remind what I did
And in return he how did
Both we have to re- think, if need
I’m afraid, who he is
My smile’s cheaper, I always give
Did he think that I am mad?
Or would it be the paradox
If the other looked this box
Courage
Glorious passage
Temptations deflected
Faith in solitude reflected
Soul above all tribulations and pains
Rock over multitude of grains
Living daylight that grows
Fortitude sows
A king
I'd like to help you
but I'd have to go
far far out of my comfort zone
become accident prone
I'd have to face the bullets
and I have no bullet proof vest
on my chest
It's naked and bare
It's not that I don't care...
I'd like to help you
but I'm kind of helpless right now
don't ask me how
I got to this state
Anyway...it's too late
I see you drown
and I frown
unhappy with your Ophelia like mess
Yet...I do confess
I'd really like to help you,
but then....
where were you
when I was going down
about ready to drown...
Oh yes!
I remember!
You were "out of town"
I didn't see your face
there was no proffered grace
for me
none that I could see
I was strangely alone
forlorn
in my storm...
I'd like to help you, but you see
You never helped me
never took a bullet to save
watched me lowered to poetic grave
never deflected an arrow
that shot down this sparrow
never thought of going
out on the proverbial limb
cause you knew the outcome was grim
Not only
did not you offer a hand
but you joined the lynching band
Tearing asunder...
You joined in their thunder
and, yes, though it pains me to hear
your call for me to be near
as you flail in the tide
wanting me by your side
finally, devoid of pride,
I now know I must confide...
I'd like to help you, but you see
you never helped me
I'm not that steady,
and I don't feel ready
to help you now
I'd be dragged down somehow
I've just crawled out of the grave
I don't think I can save
someone...
who
never
ever
helped
me!
Eileen Manassian
Heart of Gold
She camouflages her gold
vaulted in smiles
shrouded in humor
glimmers of hope suspended
her armor is made to shield
arrows of affection deflected
Amour was histories last dance
only a pirate of captains rank
would understand this ancient map
splintered shovel may be rusted
sea salt takes its toll
every pirate seeks a treasure
and sails the world to know
where such gems may be buried
alas when you find good fortune
put your feet to land
traverse fields of flowers
and give that gal your hand
Kiss her tenderness, buried beneath
lofty passions
after a heart so pure
treasures to beholden
love often interred far en deep
I accidentally let one loose, shoot,
it's going to get embarrassing soon.
For even though it was merely a toot,
it held a stench that oft makes women swoon.
At first, it was somewhat tolerable,
then without warning, it got hard to breathe.
And it soon became intolerable,
as tolerant tempers began to seethe.
The vile smell was slowly dissipating
when I accidentally let one loose.
And this nasty one was nauseating,
it was about time for me to vamoose!
One woman gaged, looking like she might faint,
and a man began heaving up his lunch.
But loudly voicing a vicious complaint,
I deflected fault with a counterpunch.
Of all the indignities, I shouted,
voicing my anger, enough is enough!
And my innocence was never doubted,
as I shamelessly stomped off, in a huff!
(Quatrain)
7/8/2018
re-jargon re-emancipation re-align re-alteration, by design despair intended, no fear with the
truth deflected, relagate remove re-tie, retrained in rejection to observe a "new" (religion)
the temporal (love) that grows again from former things, and a past inglorious decidley mean
rewind rewind ligature will bind, search (religeon) you will find, the death of beasts and blue eyed men,
from torah priests and sun gods shamen, who killed the flaxen haired and strong, and
claimed gods blessing to chant and song, yet the dark skinned jesus came! to end the sadness
and pointless pain, he came to answer the sacrifical call, and yet his one aim to end it all,
and when you see upon the cross, the blond haired christ or son of god, wonder not why it is so,
also to the occident did his compassion go, to end religion and its shame,the old was gone
when the truest LOVE called end of game.
(This is a fictional poem)
I went to bed last night and I had a strange dream.
It was amazing how real it seemed.
In the dream my limbs were cut off by a lightsaber.
Then my body got badly burned and I became Darth Vader.
I was dressed in black and I had the mask and cape.
I got robot limbs and I was evil and consumed by hate.
The good guys tried to shoot me but I deflected the shots from their guns.
By the end of the dream, the dark side won.
When I woke up, I was glad.
I couldn't believe the dream that I had.
In the dream I left many people dead.
That's the last time I'll watch Star Wars right before I go to bed.
MY TEENAGE CRUSH
A_Certain_Nii
Ere half a score and three in this sapien space
Eyed a destination that would take me there
Very noble and widely embraced by the numbers
I set out well in the name of getting there.
The fondness nurtured for my then would be love
Surpassed the trial and error date I'm assaying with my now.
I indexed any endeavour in clamouring for that tomorrow
All I could in my veins I hesitated not.
The cushioning due me I never gained
The route to the root was never cleared
Roadblocks swamped my way; perils periplused my yearn.
My skin close destination, now too far.
Now with a deflected fire in my belly;
Grounded in the need to move on
Keeping it cool as a man; a man who has to live
Settling with a love I hate.
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