Long Deflection Poems

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The Closet in the Corner of my Room

Sleeping inside three oak walls and a creaky double door
Is something that hasn't glimpsed the sun
Since I first hid it from my pupils.
I've taken great care in decorating the sides of the wardrobe
With carvings of flowers and horses, 
And everything else one would expect
From an old closet such as it.
I've stacked my plump balls of mismatched yarn 
On the tippy top of its dusty roof, 
so that when people ask me why I have such an old closet 
In my new room, I can tell them it's for storage.
I've also locked the door with a little something I call
Omission and deflection, two very useful tools 
I keep in the tool box under my bed,
Also not in view of any shafts of light that may trespass
Into the room through the bedroom window.


Premium Member The Gristmill, Life

Ah, the "daily grind" ...
          spin, spin, the big stone wheels,
                    the weighty rollers of life trundle on, inexorable ...
                              the intense churn of actuality cares not what finds its press -

Grain or chaff, peril or promise, all at its mercy.
          But the painful grind is necessary ... crucial, even.
                    The crushing weight of verity, growth and wisdom,
                              creates a process as elemental as breath itself.

The fruitful heart is often hidden ...
          within shells of bad habit, error, affectation, and pretense,
                    so the glorious honesty of a spirit, often bears a hard exterior.
                              Society and happenstance create phony skins ...

Brittle but strong husks of falsehood that we hide behind,
          that we tend to use incorrectly as tools of ease and deflection.
                    Only through the braying of truth and reality
                              is the resistant and distorted hull broken down ...

And the wealth and bounty inside, set free.
          Yes, the daily grind is real ... and not to be taken lightly,
                    but it is, as life itself ...
                              our brutal and beautiful blessing.




~ 4th Place ~  in "The Gristmill" Poetry Contest, Craig Cornish, Sponsor.

~ 2nd Place ~  in the "June 2018 Standard Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor.

Premium Member Sepulcher

Oh dread sepulcher
the place I will inter
how long separated from light
will I spend in dark of night
away from human toils
the deflection of our foils
no existence of our thought
no reward for toil wrought
all passion and desire died
this place we will reside
where each and every bone
has no more life than stone
there is no evil, there is no lust
our voice is choked within its dust
a place of rest from all our work
where love and hate do not lurk
to the dust our souls return
so must a generation learn
in the shadow of this fear
which is drawing ever near
how long must our blood cry out
for the future life we doubt
for the Keeper of our soul
to resurrect and remake whole
where dwells the living water
reserved for Adams son and daughter
who has the keys of deaths grave
and the multitudes he will save
who will sing the Song of Songs
to be separated from the throngs
whose tongues have spoken only truth
and parted unto glory's booth
who will lead the people back
and teach them the things they lack
who will escape the coming wrath
for crimes committed on their path
who will drink the vials of dread
for those they've hated who's blood runs red
why do our souls cry out
hearts that are full of love and doubt
to us you must your answer give
so in life everlasting we may live

Ecc. 8:4-7 Gen 3:19 and Rev

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

Thank You

Your presence hums along from afar sweet and strong
Thanks for being with me, sharing time all day long

Your laugh catches the eye charming one’s reflection
But no image comes back, your mask a deflection

Reading between the lines: see the heart of your reign
Your color is so dark, full of shackles and pain

Thus to make you happy—or satisfied with me
Your back will be covered so please don’t you worry,

Your atmosphere sparkles as you step into sight
Dignity of a doll, inspired as a light
 
Our chats are a pleasure to debate all questions
And wrong disagreements are mended with reason

Thanks for being my friend, thank you for being you
Sorry if I look cold, actually I like you
© Ena James  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Couplet

Dirty Minds

Dirty minds? 

He stood on a corner and watched his reflection
Was not really sure of her latest rejection
Thought it had to do with his massive collection
But still thought they both had a solid connection

He noticed some moved via closer inspection
Though he was so sure it had missed her detection
These items he kept were a special selection
Perhaps he was wrong and he needed correction

He put on a lock for some added protection
In hopes when she saw it she’d change her direction
And just for good luck as a means of deflection
He pulled down his pants and exposed his……..mid-section




(What did you think my ending rhyme was going to be?) 


1/11/17
Form: Monorhyme


Many People

I’ve known those who say they’ll be there, 
until it matters when they just don’t care, 
And you realise they use you 
Like you for what you do 
Under the illusion 
they do the same too 
They let you down 
aren’t around 
when It’s your celebration 
But when it’s their day 
they have expectation 
You give time and attention 
help them regain direction 
But when you’re in need 
they find a deflection 
They feed ego, they lie and let down 
they are weak and feeble they are a clown
They’ll make you bad 
so they can look good 
They’re quick to get mad 
Gloat as Robin Hood 
They are inflicting 
Then play the victim
They do little for others 
But are always owed favours 
They tell you a fact 
They were your savour 
But they give no time 
Just them on their mind 
There is a coldness inside 
When you look in their eyes
Tell blatant excuses 
Use you for your uses 
I’ve known many people
That are called losers
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Last Line of Asteroid Defense

>>>>> every way devised to deflect an asteroid
relatively small space rocks could wipe millions of people off
our planet, so what can we do for our Moon base, to do, also avoid 

unsettlingly asteroid passing close by Earth or a near fly by, tragic
crash on our moon base should be made ready with cyborgs, A.I. Robots
hundreds of them, fiberglass, heat resistant, spiderweb fabric...
         With dual 'JETPACKS' on their backs to do asteroid combat...

for strength, one hand made of magnetized alloy, another sticky like a tar glove...
Rocket-propelled arm attachments are both, used to reach, grab imposing asteroid...
Laser, solar, radar collectors attached to 'AI Robot', new A.I. Robot Cyborg...

function of our cyborg AI Robots controlled to use
their Jetpacks to proceed with launch off moon on to
approaching Asteroid also accurate maneuvers abstruse... 

around said Asteroid while Arm Rockets...
are fired to attach AI Robots to a suitable spot,
one suitable to a position, too push against Asteriod rock...

onto a direction of deflection from Earth or moon,
rockets attached to robot legs two of them, when fired...
will bend knees to press against asteroid, abstrudere real soon 

also, radio controlling signals that direct; to move rocks to be deflected away
from Earth or our moon, space station, last chance, 'one year' in advance...
           so that humanity has a chance too, live, exist another day.  

"Do as you must, also to save Earth you must support all space efforts NOW"

    Perry Campanella submits his method, for review, also a New Theory
              " This Poem was inspired by Nostradamus Predictions "
NOTE: abstrudere - To push away

What We Leave Behind

Too often 
 someone stretches the truth until it becomes the lie
and then defends its falsehood for all to hear and believe in
 but some wiser ones sense the truth that lay hidden
grab it by its fallacies and turn the tide to see reality,
 no denial, no deferment, no deflection, no delusion, no defense, 
only a bastille of truth to be reckoned with.

Which direction do you go
 holding onto untruths, errors, mistakes, missteps, outright lie
of the braggarts and the bullies, the loudest shouters in the room
 or sweep away every lie to see the steps you're taking
to mold and secure the futures for our children, all children
 knowing  historic lessons of time
that what we leave behind - is us and what we believe in,
 truth, justice, the American Way.
© DM Babbit  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member This Earthly Existence

Earth is round
Earth is shifting
Shifting north
Shifting South
South points on a compass
South, where people live 
Live and free
Live with diversity
Diversity is everywhere
Diversity is beautiful
Beautiful is colorful
Beautiful is an array of colors
Colors all around us
Colors of the rainbow
Rainbows are a peaceful deflection
Rainbows are our planet’s reflection
Reflection of the old
Reflection of the new
New ideas of being helpful
New ways to welcome peace
Peace in the East
Peace in the West
West winds blow
West, we now know
Know is knowledge
Know till we read
Read our history
Read to learn
Learn to succeed
Learn to celebrate
Celebrate our differences
Celebrate our existence
Existence is unique to everyone
Existence is what makes us who we are
Are we here
Are we there
There you are
There is someone who cares
Cares to be bold
Cares to unfold
Unfold nature’s desire
Unfold the power of the Creator who never gets tired
Tired, we go into a deep sleep
Tired and dreaming, we greet
Greet the old 
Greet the young
Young and old, we will forever roam
Young and we work 
Work…
Roam…
Form: Blitz

Premium Member Not Giving Power Away

One cooperative way to take back disempowering choices
is to teach and mentor our young
not to give empowerment
to disempowering plutocrats,
anti-democratic Win-Lose supremacists,
when casting ballots
and when choosing whom to invest in
and whom to listen to
and whom to read
and whom to invite
into our cooperatively-owned,
non-violent,
mediating communication places.

Asserting mutually-held rights
to speak your healthy
or unhealthy
mind,
usually a dipolar hybrid of healthy and unhealthy consciousness
of creative and decomposing power analysis,
experience,
ego-reflection and eco-deflection,
does not further stipulate
investigative journalists
and actively healthy children
are required to hold oppressive microphones
while NegativEnergy moves from one ageist,
sexist,
racist,
homophobic,
xenophobic remark
toward its inevitable egocentric last LoseLose gasp.

It seems awkward
and embarrassing
to listen to,
much more speak,
such ignorance
given full disenculturing volume,
space,
listening sit-spot place
inside millions of health-vocational outdoor daytime voices
and nighttime terror lives.

One cooperative way to hold empowerment
is to invest only in PositivEnergy,
rather than NegativEnergy anti-democratic,
reinvest in goodfaith-investors,
healthy trust co-operators.

If the medium
is at least part of the message,
then the lack of media,
absence of listening,
is at least part of non-violent communication
to free PositivEnergy good faith speech
restoring health with cooperative all.

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