Best Deflections Poems
Deep in the briars of doubt
within the muck of the mind
dust devils like to tease
weaving petals to the lye.
Knead the mind with prayer and reflection.
No need to introduce outside deflections.
God placed gold leaf atop gray canyons.
'Theatre Of The Absurd'
Catoptric Corridors of Time
Oh how the wounded waverly wander away from their hermitic heart
Only to meticulously maunder thru cumulous clouds that diffuse apart
The deflections of deceptions that build worshipful walls
Seen in Mirrors of errors displaying fathomable fetal falls
The soliciting silences succumbing to their cognitive cocoon
Inducing illusions forthcoming mirage’s of the monolithic moon
Dimensional decoding within the resurgent rhythmical rhyme
Catalectic exploding compositions in the Catoptric Corridors of Time.
02.03.2017
Theatre Of The Absurd ...Contest
Sponsored by...Kai Michael Neumann
Merciful Mirror
‘Merciful Mirror on the wall...what is the greatest of our fall?’
The invasion of illusion the greatest of your fervent fall
The absorption of confusion the bigotry of your brawl
The ties that bind you within a decumbent diversion
With eyes that blind you in a camouflaged conversion
In your reflective Majesty of malignant Kings and Queens
A taunting travesty behind the sabotaging smoke screens
In your collapsed cognition of a wandering wasted mind
Within the arrogance of ambition you have been confined
In moments of reason your thoughts delude in deflections
Solitudes in secretion devolving divided dissolute directions
In deep and dormant the evil entraps your scrumptious soul
In a tangled torment as perpetual puppets terminally troll
Mirrors of infinity and infatuation you must eagerly escape
Before the darkness and damnation pulls on the final drape
Within the shattered silences a delusional dimensional attack
Your vengeful viruses will mirror the world of a bridal black.
Sept.21.2017
Mirror Mirror
Sponsored by: craig cornish
Holograms and hieroglyphs
The whole weighs heavily
touched caressed lightly
brushed on feather canvass
granite marble marvellous papyrus
innocence rejuvenated
partial and impartial
Chiselled in and out
of comprehension angled
layered facets facts
subjective trueness
ciphered and deciphered
Snow flakes teardrops
ink on paper hailing crystals
pastel rainbows thunderbolts
and blind pitch black darkness
tell the story weathered lives
Freedom torrent lightening
anxious reproduction
wholesome holes concatenations
metaphoric mosaic translates
picturesque ‘holos’ trying to emerge
Vertex vortex on horizons
told untold forgotten
and beyond beheld
diagonal a-synchronicity
discovered spoken written
felt and never once complete
Lyric lasers beaming densely
condensation compromised
at the cutting edge of aural light
lacking graphic clarity
eluding synthesized illusion
Once we decipher unconventional
primal prismatic re-reflections
meanings life calligraphy
inscriptions narrative conceptions
we enclose and liberate
the hologram that seems to be
Infinite eternity of scripts
encrypted systems
webs of life’s distortions
fragmentation truth reality
paint the picture of
conflicting contradictions
making sense constructions
lithographic mystery
moulded into understanding
Holograms are limited to
the scope of three dimensions
tending mind and body soul
complementing contrasts
hollow narrow depth untold
Burrowed in words rational
irrational emotions rationale
defence deflections oppressed
repression incarceration
loose out transitional
transcriptions miss the point by far
the bigger picture yet emerging
uncertain clarity sculpted
in hieroglyphic excavation
Carving holy boundless beauty
with the fourth dimension
of subjective sense perception
and the changing timeless
flowing circuit circus artwork
in the making reading writing
on the imaginary wall of life
over and above the hologram
engraved in fallacies
arrests of real unreal reality and
strikes the balance never known
of what is and only seems to be
22th May 2016-05-22
Contest entered: Holograms and Hieroglyphs
I am...
the sums of the infinitesimal fractions of all successes and failures ever created,
the torrential downpour of fallacies, demands, emotions and collective wills imposed upon the world,
the snide, nasty, incorrigible defensive mechanisms unleashed for no apparent reason,
the cauldron of love, hope and compassion bubbling over into humanity,
the certain deflections of character necessary to cope with, and elevate past, the assassinations fired each day,
the blinding, guiding light to deceive and shatter the incessant darkness which holds us prisoner,
the epicenter and exchange of ideas and contemplations necessary for progress and resolution to occur,
the dreams of wild tenor and bizarre discourse, producing subconscious mirrors for conscientious thought,
the catalyst and confidant for the child, the junkie, the shaman, the icon and the lazy ass,
the source that folks rely upon when desperately reaching for absolute truths and occasional revelations,
I am...possibility.
(3/26/12)
Toxic State
Endless endeavors embryonic embrace
Finite forever’s in a platonic place
Silently searching with afflicted affections
Of love’s misguided daunted deflections
You can not penetrate this superman soul
Love can pour out but not fill the hungry hole
Isolated illusions dismantled desires
Terminal toxins within flameless fires.
Dec.03.2016
Toxic State - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: FJ Thomas
How many years did I plant
dig and dig up again and silently rant
where a flower placed here, should be moved from here to there
at first, not well planning where
this one or that one should go,
then look back, finally, lining up the perfect garden flow.
The pathway twists and winds
behind the trees, along the well-edged vines
where honeysuckle rises, clings, and climbs, after twenty care taken time
the flowers bloom gracefully well and fine, sublime
just outside the opened door,
each one more beautiful than the one before.
Spring greeted painted croci, hyacinths, mounded daffodils in flight
yellows, purples, peaches, orange, and ivory clustered delights
where clumped marsh daisies spread and evoked
wild mustard glow with lavender henbit, wild violets unprovoked
from weeded plants successfully uncloaked
the garden of my dream scheme
each one's beauty uniquely reveals a theme.
In the more gentile light, the sun provided
the preplanned layout was actually well united
where bearded irises staged with tall and short dispersed colors
lapping at the breezes, peach jam ruffled blushings unlike any other
rusted blends, bright yellows, blues, purple raven blends flutter
each majestic while beneath the warm sun they blend
having found their spot embracing light around the bend.
Now nearing the end of a warm enticing month of May
peonies bulge, buds, blossom pink bouquets, huge cherry red displays
where perfumes waft and call out to the butterflies and bees
every flower causing an allergic someone passing by to sneeze
but who can resist the magical mystery of flowerings released
waving, dancing, frolicking beneath the sun
how far the garden growth has finally come.
Nearing the start of June
the roses rise to greet the fullest red blood moon,
hybrid white teas in touch with crimson floribunda collections
pale pink blush tranquil dazzlers, iceberg lavender-blue deflections
everyone a petal cultivated to perfection
each and everyone finding its place in the sun -
I could never choose just one.
LET GO OF THE LOOSE LADY:
She wants you to lavishly spend on her,
More than how good you treating her.
You are showing the best love to her,
Because you fear to loose her.
But everything you doing for her,
Seems not to be acknowledged by her.
Her families don't even think of her,
Just like the way you appreciate her.
Well,what's so unique about her,
That you can't let go of her,
Since you're not even entitled to her?
Have you undertaken any perspection,
Vividly over her actual perception?
Sometimes I get stuck to conflictions,
As this issue yields confussions.
I'm never okay with your conviction,
Though it comes by in profusion.
Her love for you is clearly an illusion,
Wrapped with total intrusion.
You are trying well to take reflections,
To reorient her of intended deflections.
I know you need some love as a pilgrim,
But kindly learn from my past prelim.
The experience that made me real me,
After someone wisely drilled me.
Therefore, please read between the lines,
Before she wickedly tears down your spine.
I wish you don't dance to a bad rythm,
The bad rythm to hold you a victim.
I mean the directions of this lady,
Who don't see your kind as worthy.
So please focus on building your career,
and not on this loose lady in that area.
Thanks...Shalom!
TRANQUILITY
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
Calm Seas of Tranquility Sought by All, Found by Few
Earthly Demands, Nuisances, Deflections; a Potent Brew
Distract One from Calmness Needed to Resist the Blows
Constant Meaningless Disruptions That Steal Ones Pose
Tranquility Requires Total Surrender, Capitulation
In Order to Oust Resistance, Frustration, Manipulation
How Can We Seek the Unique Moment of Serene Solace
While Constantly Bombarded with Meaningless Detritus
Need to Be Selective, What We Deem Worthy to Ingest
Measure the Value of the Event: Accept or Reject
Every Moment of Life to Be Celebrated with Poise
Seek out the Calmness of Serenity Discard Daily Noise
Early morning blue sunny skies askew
turn to white grays on piggyback
once light breezes that blew
gentle in and out the trees comeback
now race wildly out to the sea renewed.
The colors with their brilliant reflective glow
edge toward a harvest moon and celestial equator
rising, falling, lilting in discretionary phase flow
wavering, clinging to the shortening day curators
lingering on equality of night day summer-winter throws.
An ecliptic sun moving in south-easterly directions
marking time and space and revolution years
inching hurriedly a pause for momentary corrections
not holding back or hesitating regardless of joy or tears
on a chartered course through seasonal deflections.
Returning to the calendar of September days
swiftly moving from month to year and decades
throughout wonderment and marvelings of man at play
history repeated forever on parade
the autumnal equinox marks the years and the days.
There are altered realities
inside hearts that just want to dream
and I can't blame them nor fault them
since their escapist deflections
are only a result of a topsy-turvy world
gone mad;
Light your imaginary wick and join
the fable world of the beings of delusion
opt for a daydream or two
These are challenging times
and sometimes it can get too much
Go ahead and pluck another plum from your
fantasy tree.
Join our repertoire of fantastical daydreams
it's hard living in a stark world of mainstream events,
come inside our world of make believe
it will bring you great reprieve.
November 21 2022
Those who tell us to be NICE
aren’t
they shout their PC gospel
in your face
while admonishing you for
your rebuttal
They accost each other
like third graders
left alone in the
school yard
and
when cornered
by a simple inquiry
point wildly
SHOUTING
“He/She started it”
for
they cannot abide
the sound
of one hand clapping
insist on offering
validation
of the absurd
with their inanely
unrelated
talking points
they have not learned
that
“sound bites”
leave teeth marks
on the rational
of acquiescent
assemblages
that
wildly waving arms
and grimaces
only serve to remind us
of crazy
Uncle Charlie
and since
we cannot call
a duck - a duck
we nod
purse our lips
look at the list
of cloned clown
candidates
hesitantly pull
the lunacy lever
sadly place the
I VOTED
sticker
in our pocket
having exercised
our RIGHT
our PRIVILEGE
to vote
John G. Lawless
©9/4/2018
In every corporation there are thugs,
that want to have their way while others
look in another direction, using threats
and devious deflections,
If challenged, or called on their game,
they become adamant, fresh and resort to
throwing around random blames,
Fear and innuendoes become their calling card,
spewing tales of the bodies they left in the graveyards,
or bragging of the bones they maimed, while
laughing and acting haughty,
Feeling no remorse or shame,
oblivious to the fact that others know they have been debaucherous
and naughty.
The night air is tran-quil
And the sky is in clear focus
Embracing us thankful
For peaceful closeness
Of body and soul
To begin a stroll
Seeing the town
In a quiet and comfort lay down
While entering sections
Of different off-beat courts
I see radiant light reflections
On the ledge of skyline deflections
Accompanied by heavenly escorts
Everywhere, I confess
Embracing in support
In the bosom of angel caress
Growth comes from being wrong
Learn from it and it makes you strong
Engage the art of reflection
It can guide your direction
Peace is what you’ll find
If you can know your own mind
Don’t hide behind the deflections
Embrace your own imperfections