Long Deflect Poems
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Dear ......,
Its over, it's finished, I mean it - we're through!
I thought it was me but now know it was you.
I'm done with your lies, your greed, my fixation
insatiable urge that precedes degradation.
It's cost me too much this affair of ours;
this obsession consumed me for years, days and hours.
Without you I'm free to flourish and thrive,
my sparkle returns, with my passion and drive.
The skin of shame peels slowly and soon
I'll be free of your poison and flee my cocoon.
Your shadow remains and lurks all around,
One chink in my armour and soon you'll surround.
You'll smother me at my lowest ebb
and lure me back to your toxic web.
But once for you is never enough
I know that now, the truth is tough..
Ill never again succumb in your midst
to false claims of confidence, courage and grit.
Without you I'm changing, my fashion bespoke
One day you'll crawl past my invisible cloak.
My skin glows, my waist shrinks, my hair is now glossy.
My tissues are mending, my sick genes less bossy!
I hear peace without your seductive whisper
My heart thaws and ventures into the vista
I can search my soul and not feel empty:
the void replaced, my hope is plenty!
I'm starting to use the gifts that you hid,
The girl in the mirror is lifting her lid.
Peering into the world, clear eyes bright and blue
I touch, taste and smell, inhaling the view.
Less fear of your fog clouding my vision.
I love what I see, painting colours my mission...
When you rap on my brain, trying to grab my attention
I delve into my toolbox of mental distractions.
You'll lure me and stalk like the fool that you are
just to tempt me, just one, its only a jar...
My shield will deflect you with super-girl force!
My willpower steely, your shadow a ghost.
Your influence dwindles the stronger I grow'
your blood sucking shackles bleed into the snow.
Like the “matchstick girl” I've seen the light.
Your shadow shrivels GIVE UP this fight!
You're losing, you're fading your voice is diminished.
Superfluous now, I don't need you - it's finished!
I'm saying so long, it was fun while it lasted.
Move on, to more fish you'll be flabbergasted..
There are many lost souls in this world to seduce
Not me though, not I, I'm cutting loose.
Its time to say goodbye cruel friend
I'm out, this really is the end!
Samantha Malone, December 2020.
It's Friday! And it’s “Girls’ Night Out"! His favorite dinner and wine we shared!
We give each other a little bit space, at least, once every other week
Any given night, always a special treat, we may choose to cuddle instead
Whatever desires the other may have, each makes sure to prioritize
That’s the routine in our love nest; it’s just how we sail this boat
Dressed in stretched jeans; curves seemly more pronounced and I feel burning eyes upon me
Yes, I know that look so very well, but tonight, that can’t go down
To put him off, I attempt light conversation; to sort of change his unspoken
suggestion
I nonchalantly ask, “What game are you planning to watch, Love?"
With a silent, hope, that craving eyes would deflect
Deliberately, I avoid his intense stare, speaking loudly, a language I know too well
Too late! In just two steps he’s all over me; and I melt like butter in the sun
“Can’t you call? Say you’ll be a little late, hmm?” He whispers in my ear
“No, Love, the last time I did that, we fell asleep, remember?”
“Look, I’ll set the alarm, just one hour will do; I’m missing you already”.
Like a kid, he begins to pout and guilt raps at my heart’s door
Planting warm butterfly kisses the expanse of my neck
Murmuring low, words he knows I love to hear
And though I feign disinterest, persistent hands unrelenting
“Will you call and tell her? Will you, or I’ll call if you like?”
He may be unaware, though it’s hard to tell, as there are no secrets which I can maintain
In my mind I’ve already begun to disrobe him; my favorite dance flats cast aside
On the verge of giving in, I raise up my head to gaze those smoldering eyes
In that instant, I’m captured; cornered, again
His brilliant smile from lips so soft appears plastered on his chiseled face
Fully aware he’s won like so many times before
He picks up the phone, hits speed dial with one hand free;
The other is wrapped snugly 'round my waist as I admire his one track mind
“Hi Caitlin! Listen... …Yes, she’ll be late. Now, how'd you know?”
And her laughter rings throughout cyber space as she's made a prudent guess
“That’s fine, I just know!” She replied, still chuckling. “Ask her to call me before she leaves, will you?”
“Oh sure! Whatever you say, dear.”
~*~
For: Francine's "Whatever You Say, Dear" Contest
I’d like too invite all to be my guest
a dine of mindfulness and rhyme digest
a week of conflict now victory blessed
standing united to silence a pest
Since the last time you heard from me I was banned again
ran my mouth and pen and stand condemned
taking a time out as the site suspended
yet always polite to poets I’ve befriended
In my lifetime of few consistences
a sucker for trouble
not designed for resistance
never stuck in a bubble
don’t run nor crumble
my back’s up I stand tall
I’m one for the rumble
not decided but natural
I’m an alpha with a non fictional reaction
I can’t stray from friction I give it back to ‘em
They flint
I flame
retardants
don’t reign
Even with intense insistence I’m risky
back and forth witty hits get me frisky
I’m Jack Daniels confrontation’s whiskey
and as it ascends force
whistling me wolf
I submit my thoughts
with all above board
but as the war gets me bored
within my core recycled and restored
enemy amo pours out below par
firing missiles I go to far
through lost remorse
this one track horse
gallops the course
with overwhelming force
only to fail care and I fall where I fell before
Standing up squarely
Cus nobody scares me
then punished unfairly
cus I ain’t no fairy
Deemed out of line
as I mouth my mind
blow for blow with swines
or write down rhymes
I’ve got one finger for sign language
knowing 5 fold in flight damage
You’re not the first to run me down
I’m not one to get the boys around
“I know a lot of people” not my threat
get me vexed I come direct
Others rely on their made up crew
not me though mate I come straight for you
One minute you’re coming calling me chump
the next minute running Forest Gump
I’ve never experienced intimidated slumps
the altercation ignition leads me to jump
start the motor ticks, over being a victim
insults thrown deflect don’t sink in
get thrown back with hurt inflicting
stand his ground does Nick Trim
Will call us HMS Victory and him the birds eye on a French deck,
one cannon ball later he’s drenched in a shipwreck
So thanks to the soupers standing with me,
the victory with us not he,
again I say soupers standing with me
are the ones standing victoriously
(A Marriage of Poems)
A single glance is an expression enough
with eyes dotted with its punctual punctuation.
A sigh deep enough in loves' trough
that a trance can turn it blue,
if only a beloved statuesque-
emotion carved cold and true.
Coupled in that in, that love is
in,
ward to toast the cold of emptiness.
To thwart a lonely abyss,
by injection-fjord, Nile, Oasis.
A place inside, hides in love
a place we'd share,
if life breaks in shard
antithesis baring teeth-
that puzzle the lost end-pieces.
So do we be it, as love as it does.
I know the first way,- is honey to my lips;.
My lover has no answer that is removed of this.
No-answer can have any relevance,
be cause we revel unto it's mysterious madness,
roil in the mud of it's effervescence.
There a love is an adventures trove.
One which I must for now only mentally tear,
among Avalon's Mists.
But if no longer the future,
where do I, we go from here?
Has this way known as far;
It has its
sounding board-Shofar in Scale
of Angelic Harpsichord
soothing sorts upon a forlorn Star..
So tell me of more !,
and can I have
its keepsake recollection ?
of my dreams refection,
reflect, deflect, defect for now,
for twice at once my Spirit be.
So that I have a link to my Avalon Witch.
know I`'ll have a new name
in this dark world sea,
till what your soul feels to me.
Is a buoy to a squall,
cool shade on an arid beach.
Your covering, covers everything, but what The Lord
doth to us both bring-in His Mystery,
Magesty.
O Blanketed Mirth,
your security-warns of Spring,
on a coldest winter day you feeds me
by magical Autumnal Whirlwind of otherworld
in Cacophony.
Rebirthed, rich and smokey, stirring,
brewing alchemy.
Astral and Earthy, beginning of a journey.
A canopy at our feet
Light shines on leaves of rose petal
on a cobblestone street.
To give, love -and hope at tease in play.
O but know when a night?is as stark
as this as dark as this.
Then love, you
have your purpose s way.
For in you, my mind can only live the dreams of day.
Expecting your expectant pregnancy.
Deal to me your Trefoil, Diamond of Heart in Spades.
Dig me out of Worldly grave.
Deliver me from solitary singularity.
The words struck cold fear in my heart.
What was I to do? I didn’t know.
This was not supposed to happen,
so back to the doctor did I go,
and the words he told me there
were just another heavy blow:
Male puberty’s window had passed,
It was too late, he could not grow.
He’d never be a normal man,
but he no longer felt female,
and many nights I heard my son’s
low, mournful and piteous wail,
And my poor wife was in tears too,
convinced that somehow she had failed.
she’d go from sure she had done wrong,
to a lunatic who just railed.
Dan made it just a few more months,
then I walked in and found him dead
in his bedroom…he’d slit his wrists,
the very bed-sheets were stained red.
I just stood there, to stunned by it
to push any thoughts through my head,
but my wife saw and screamed her grief,
then right out of the house she fled.
I haven’t seen her since the day
of my beloved son’s suicide,
heard nothing of where she went,
if she’s still here, or if she’s died.
Even worse, I went online,
and found people who testified
that such an end was too common…
the doctors and ideologues lied.
Huge numbers of ‘trans’ people had
later renounced their ‘new-found’ sex,
many people grew out of it
before they had their body’s wrecked.
Forty to fifty-six percent
suicide rate, what the heck?
Why had they never mentioned this?
Why had they all tried to deflect?
If the world knew these problems lurked
why did they go and celebrate
something that went and killed people
at such a remarkable rate?
Did people want to ‘belong’ so much
they’d give cover to this awful fate?
Were the lives of their own loved ones
worth less then accusations of 'hate?'
Evil as these ‘omissions’ were
I knew something that made me cold.
I had left myself believe it all,
I had accepted what I was told.
I’d so believed my politics
that I had left myself be sold
on ideas known as pure bullsh-t
to any random three-year-old.
It’s my fault for allowing this,
this is something I must address,
I cannot live with this knowledge,
it has left me a broken mess.
Please, tell my parents they were right,
that common sense is usually best.
Ruined families and shattered lives
are the price we pay for ‘progress.’
…Bang.
Is war coming? Are we headed for another crazy cataclysm?
My sons, draft age. Only now can I appreciate the pain
so sharp it drains the color from one's eyes, your reason
for living gone in a spasm of violence to be forgotten
never by survivors. This fear could become real as no movie
is surreal enough to distract attention from the certainty
you did not do enough to deflect man's trajectory.
All could be well in the end but history portends
a periodic bloodletting followed by a quietus
without mercy. What's the best that can be said:
he died beside his friends and buddies. Steady
on to your own inquest and rest. A perfect rest
that improves upon the inadequacy of your efforts.
What solace can be found in the remains of marriage.
So you better fight back now even if that means
war comes sooner. At least you're fighting back, but how?
Take a minute to meditate on purpose. Science
cannot save you, neither can religion. Abstaining
from violence with love, letting prisoners go, detaining
no one at the border, inviting Chinese and Russian
scientists to our shores, defusing your own anger before it detonates,
none may be enough to save your sons.
A war president needs war, whatever. A trained
and deadly warfighter. You become what history wants
you to become. You survive if you're lucky, if not
so what, your old parents will be alive only briefly to mourn.
Then they too go to their good graves and the pain dies down.
In the meantime a new generation builds a new space station.
Since the vortex will be sucking up the poor,
let's not let the rich escape untouched. All go down
together, no one hoards gold or gets away with fiction.
If we have to fight let's make sure we fight as one,
the sons of the rich side by side with the poor's sons
and their daughters. You want slaughter? Then
let every city and back road know the new order.
I would rather watch Lalaland ten times over than have
to write this poem. I can leave home and live
in a tent or bunkhouse, eat dinner out of a tin cup
and drink water from a wooden bowl, give up
music and most of my memories to save my sons,
to save the world and avoid this war.
But that rarely happens. One is lost and found in what happens.
Mr CEO, How Much Do You Make
Going around in Whatsapp circle is a viral message...
About a CEO with an inflated ego hoping to burnish his image....
Being a CEO knowing his own worth and full of self importance...
He presumes the world has to be in awe of how much he makes...
Acting magnanimous, he politely and ever so sweetly asked his dinner mate....
Being a long suffering teacher, how much is it that the teacher makes....
The teacher, she paused in her dinner, and launched a monologue....
About how she teaches her students the virtues of patience...
And mathematics and how invaluable it is minus the technological aids...
Guiding them to a C+ that feels like achieving a congressional medal of honor...
Teaches all the future brains and big wigs of society, CEO's included...
Her monologue was cunningly crafted calculated to cut down to size....
All those egoistic CEO's who feel they have arrived at the pinnacle of success...
She ended her broadside, asking, How Much Do You Make, Mr CEO?....
Hohoho....
The CEO lives in a different world and goes by a different yardstick....
In his world, it is all money in business, losses and profits....
That's the bottom line, money talks and makes the world goes round....
The comforts of life is his for the asking, given the mega bucks he has to be making....
The teacher in question is obviously one very peeved individual....
Given the comparatively peanut salary everybody knows she has be given....
His resentment has built up for she must have felt or has been reminded once to often...
Her salary is peanuts compared to her many successful ex students...
What can she do but put on a show of bravado...
Just be scathing and craft out a creative answer....
While massaging her long bruised ego over seemingly salary failure...
Earning meagre bucks yearly at base level while her CEO ex students soar all over...
That she feels ultimately superior is obvious from her concluding query...
A challenge to her rival, Just how much you make, Mr CEO...
When truth be told, she has merely applied a different yardstick of measurement...
To deflect yet another CEO's disdain for yet another teacher who was once his mentor...
Hohoho...
Is this thing on?
I've got something to say!
Is this thing on?
Probably no one is listening anyway!
We live in a place based on unity
Why are we having such disparity?
We can't represent without proper tools
Dissing each other is just plain cruel.
I thought we were supposed to be indivisible which means our bond can't be broken
United we stand, a truer statement has never been spoken.
Rally up for a good cause
Make your voice heard, change those terrible laws
Celebrate and Recognize we aren't all the same;
Keep the peace, make sure everyone is treated humanely
Protect our mutual assets don't play the fools
Justice and equality, protect our schools
Be careful of small eyes and small ears
Guard small hearts and calm large fears
I don't want a wall, I don't want a raid
I don't want the piper to be paid
I object to the plans of evil being laid
I don't want a war, I want peace, love and light
Injustice and hatred I will continue to fight.
I fear this boat is sinking fast
I'm taking our leaders to the task
Make good on your promises that you will protect us
Instead of hiding behind dollar signs with attempts to deflect us
Show me what you will do to save our beloved red, white and blue.
I'm tired of the rhetoric, tired of the double talk with no action
really can't get no satisfaction
I'm tired of hatred, subterfuge and lies
I want to see heart, compassion, a gentle reprise
Of the things that make this country great
clear Consciousness, love instead of hate
We are all descended from people looking for a better life and chance to be great
We need to remember this before it's too late.
The blood of our forefathers ran out as they pushed for democracy
Don't let their sacrifice be made into a mockery.
I don't agree with decisions that have yet to be made; I want a choice
I will continue to raise my voice.
Is this thing on?
I've got something to say!
We need to rally up and keep fighting for a new day.
Tides of change are coming swift and steady
I'll stand on the front lines, poised and ready
Intolerance and inhumanity I will never answer that call.
Unity, love, acceptance, unites us all.
Paradise, the only word that can encapsulate the emotion felt while looking into her eyes.
Her soft, gentle hands intertwined with mine; truly the epitome of glorious bliss.
Her angelic poise beckons my awe, proving, she once resided in the heavenly skies.
Our souls have surely found their long awaited mates, for our love cannot be dismissed.
But the thief name life seems to want her for himself; conjuring war for my service implore.
Grief impales our joyous moments, spewing horrid thought of our hands unclasp.
But refuse I cannot; for if I am not a patriot I shall be called a traitor.
My heart aches as from paradise I am torn; forced to answer the call of the draft.
Weeks pass like months as the days seem to linger; leaving only the night stars to ponder.
Wondering if she too is looking up at the sky; with a smile on her face, and her beautiful eyes.
Holding on to the love we once felt; awaiting the day of my gaze again capture.
Drifting off to sleep where she meets my minds eye; for dreams is where my hope resides.
But sleep is one thing that I have a short supply of; for war does not wait on dreamers.
Shipped off to the battle with only a rifle, a pack, and cartridges with bullets intact.
Fear weighs like blazing hot coals searing my mind and soul with its glowing red embers.
As my boots touch the vile, blood stained land, bullets zip by my ears hoping my head to impact.
Rushing through the blanket of bodies covering the sand; finding a rock for the bullets deflect.
The ricocheting projectile's vibration can be felt through the rock; shaking my inner courage.
Grasping my rifle, I take aim at a man I will never know; for it's his life I must collect.
The bullet cuts through the dense air; piercing skin, breaking bone, and his soul ravage.
But, no celebration will be had, for my side felt the cold burn of metal piercing skin.
Falling to the sand with my hand holding the wound; I cry out for help but no aid comes through.
My vision darkens as the battle rages; senses fading into the quiet calm abyss within.
And the last thing I see; a star, taking me back to the paradise my soul once succumb to.
Slipping gently towards entropy,
Ownership with an apostrophe.
Braid the loose frays of sanity
Till something true finally answers me.
Troops are marching over many lands,
Tagged cornflower blue--a worldwide brand.
Don't speak out or you will be banned,
Towers implode just as they've planned.
Constantine merged Rome's faiths to one
Keeping time and step with Pagans.
Moloch laughs at our dull compassion
While Illuminati goals corrupt conception.
With a punitive eye beneath the skin
Mankind’s been declared the pathogen.
So an age of ignorance was ushered in
With aims to squelch the soul within.
Rotating parties deflect shared shame
Allowing complacency to be blamed.
Splintered populations can be tamed,
And bombs tend to leave bodies maimed.
Thieves steel gold and filch the free press,
Bobble heads working to keep up stress,
Businessmen sponsoring all this mess.
"We've got some pills if you feel depressed..."
We inherently trust their authority
As they outlaw nutrients due to toxicity.
In an effort to organize bioactivity
They count on our enduring apathy.
We protest lies, so they've built some pens.
Peace simply means they'll take our weapons.
"So go buy a widescreen for your den
To watch us start your wars again."
Even the name Bilderberg is a joke.
As they like it they’ve managed to fleece us broke,
Locking humanity into the yoke.
They sold the world lies before they ever spoke.
Crypto-eugenics is a fatal threat,
Academia functioning as a stooge pet.
Look into those eyes; they've got no regret
To kill us all off like they're clearing a debt.
Global control would only serve them well,
Micro chipped souls have no secrets to sell.
Salivate each time you hear their bell
Or they'll call themselves gods chasing you through hell.
Our oppressive puppet liars, they will not quit,
So don't waste breath saying, 'I'll submit.'
Words of our liberty are just and legit,
And truthful self-rule is a righteous fit.
When bureaucrats state dissent is treachery
In truth they've already sold their loyalty,
They still threaten our sovereignty.
Reclaim our human right to be free!