Long Deflections Poems
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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)
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.
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.
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
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!
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
Hi, i can fly. I can touch even the smallest eye. Oh the whispers no the cries, I revised the title defined by many times and humanity inclineds the one and only sizes. Taking into consideration the holes inside the metallic aviation, take flight to no retractions.
Hold on to those deflections, like mirror's they'll reflect them backwards goes the hands of time. My people didnt see it in time, now wings cut and no name stuck on the tip of your tongue. You say a lil prayer for others thinking you won, you used to smile and wave now you head nod and gaze at the same sky you use to sway your arms through the days. Take care of yourself before the night could blink, suns in your face and you no pain.
You pound on your pillow hoping to remember what that feeling was, your feet off the floor eyes close wishing more, you try to lay back down and see those moments again but the alarm in your throat tells you thats not best. You give up and you dress, that person in your life lets you have some rest, you can go back now and I reintroduce myself. You dont need to know my name or from where i came, just release and lets make your life a game.
Here's a hint the more you follow me less light youll see, so what am I ? I am contagious, I am pleasant, some say Im a dream but undoubtedly for you i am untainted, unfiltered and only for some to see. So dont stay too long or youll be trapped, dont worry ill be here when you get back.
Hope Among The Rubble
Lego gangsta rap telling truth from inside Irans regime
Another political trap selling the youth out to be redeemed
The sound of a unified clap as the population is demeaned
Another international mishap that could cause a quiet man to scream
Unimaginable consequences that play out on the global stage
Unfathomable instances that cause a malevolent narcissist to rage
Inconceivable happenstances that are appearing on histories page
Irredeemable incidents occurring as they silence a visionary sage
Economic collapse looming upon every possible horizon and shore
Moronic demented relapses that leave you questioning what it’s all for
Subsonic missiles retract as they mine the ocean floor
Bubonic particles exact themselves upon the greedy and the poor
Ambitious universal moral urgency forces a meeting of minds
Suspicious controversial resurgence of a refining of the times
Auspicious infomercials divergence from ethics that mimic a lie or a mime
Pernicious propaganda converges as the age is redefined
Reflections from a mind that ponders only upon the wise
Deflections from a ruling class that has long avoided its own demise
Detections from a leader that’s crass that has collided with his own compromise
Injections of aggression and advertising that need to be revised
Twighlight being the rarest space for beauty and reprieve
Highlight the hope among the mess as the masses are deceived
Insight for both the young and old as they fight to accurately perceive
Delight for one who has the might among this to create and to conceive
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz