Long Deflects Poems
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April decorates Nature
with snowy festivity...
to resemble a season so wintry;
will the unwelcome snow head for the shore?
The very disappointed skies gleam unpleasantly,
and the saturated earth weeps in agony;
who commanded the wrath of the tempest...
when winter supposed to be laid to rest?
The snow's showers cover the budding hills
quicker than the gelid rain of winter;
far and away...hope is illusory and brief,
and the questioning mind deflects its early coming!
Does this season have a late beginning,
or is it caused by an unknown factor?
April has smothered winter and hasn't protected
the trees, flowers and plants from frost;
almost everything has perished in its ferocious course,
and the desperate farmer deplores an harvest so scarce!
Inside is so cozy and warm, the gusty wind
is heard through the fireplace that retains the heat
of the crackling logs underneath;
some folks cherish moments like these!
April decorates Nature
quite beautifully and impressively;
brutally or unfairly...
it becomes an inevitable rapture!
Shadow Games
While my back was turned, you slipped into the store,
Went to the washroom, then out once more.
You could’ve retraced your steps, stayed out of sight,
But you leapt the chain—made sure I’d catch the sight.
You lingered at the door, a ghostly trace,
A fading whisper with a hollow face.
What brought you here to haunt my day?
A question that simply won’t fade away.
You played your part, a fleeting flame,
Four months of warmth then cold with blame.
Your caring ways was merely a disguise,
Before you cut me down with an icy goodbye.
You turned to ink, your spite set free,
Penned your poison for all to see.
An “OLEFOWL from Penal,” you bitterly said,
Twisting words, calling me ugly instead.
You mocked my name, spoke of wood,
Called me mad—just as you would.
You whispered lies about me to my relative
using venomous word dripping with fear.
You’ll read these lines, I know you will,
Clinging to your shattered thrill.
Your fractured mind deflects your pain—
Blaming me while chaos still remains.
written by mjm 2025/march
When I say "fine," it's a cloak for the storm,
A veneer of calm that I carefully form.
Behind the calm words, there's a tempest of doubt,
A façade that shields what I’m truly about.
Fine is the mask I wear to keep peace,
A way to assure that my troubles will cease.
But inside the veil, there's a tumultuous sea,
Where my heart's deepest questions churn silently.
Fine is the word that hides what's unspoken,
A subtle disguise for the feelings that’re broken.
It's the smile that falters, the laughter that wanes,
The cracks in the surface where sorrow remains.
When I say "fine," it's not truly the truth,
It's a sheltering lie from my days of youth.
It’s the quiet retreat when the pain starts to show,
A way to keep others from truly knowing.
Fine is a refuge where I hide from the light,
A word that deflects from my struggle and fight.
It’s the surface of calm where deep shadows dwell,
An echo of what I’m too shy to tell.
So when I say "fine," read between the lines,
It’s not just the surface, it’s where silence aligns.
For "fine" often means that the heart’s not at rest,
A hint of the struggle beneath the façade dressed.
Forgiveness comes not from without,
Rather inward, born of understanding.
It's not an emotion given to shout,
This quiet strength never demanding.
Only a peaceful soul is calm, reflects,
A selfish one a churning rapid, shallow.
Forgiveness cares not for itself, it deflects.
Though pierced by thorns from a rose mallow.
Held close, yet in palms always revealed,
Shared with all without care or malice.
Forgiveness flows freely, never concealed.
Its seeds fell from a wooden cross, a holy chalice.
Forgiveness is the light that cancels dark debt,
As it gives completely,a noble mindset.
Contest Forgiveness
10/3/15
With eyes like that you don't have to speak
With eyes like that you don't have to lie
They say that the eyes reflect the soul inside
But your eyes show no soul
Cold eyes have no glow
With a heart so twisted and beat you don't have to cry
With a heart so cruel you can't be no ones fool
Though you think your shield protects, it only deflects
The trouble I've got is that I can see behind your eyes
The trouble I've got is that I can past all the lies
I can see the stone inside, the real meaning of you
I don't have to break you shield
The traits you have to me can not be concealed
Your eyes demand I yield
But you win your little games
For I can not break the chain
For what you hate in me?
It's shocking now I see
The person here is me
But that never meant anything to thee
For what you hate in me?
You know all too well indeed
For what you hate in me?
When you look into my eyes, when you look behind the lies
Your reflection is what you see.
Self doubt and self confidence
are a result of your environment
so is happiness so is depression
undoubtedly the influence
of everyday events
subjective oppression or pressure
those days which are intense
they build or make you lesser
yet both leave their indents
be it humiliated failure
or success beyond your sense
will add or chip at layers
become what one expects
but you can change the flavour
the same way light deflects
make yourself the stranger
rid of your defects
the change is but a drainer
but not of intellect
on spirit put this strainer
don't give in to stress
the scope stays as your aimer
walk on nonetheless
and you will be the victor
who made yourself your best
The reflection of what you see
To me, it deflects the purities that my spectral lenses catch
Matching with every insecurity of
Impurities overflowing as water through a gutter
Cluttering me from seeing my self-worth
Birthed from times of weakness down the road most of us have treaded
Yet,
a worn path others have made it down.
The thing about a mirror
Is it’s easy to break
It’s the shattered pieces we’re afraid to pick up
Those individual shards made to make up what’s left of your reflection
Your identity
The sharp fractures of what’s left from the whole cheval
Though it now reflects a peculiar perspective.
The intricate things that were once overlooked.
Crafted and handpicked by your own hands and not of that of another constructor.
Cuts and nicks
Pains and pricks will cut deep as you assemble your speculum
A Curriculum self taught to teach you your worth
Birthed from pain to be made whole.
liberté retrouvée
If i gave it over, i would go back to the dust
i would be free from these words that are chains
as the Master of my Faith, I would fly away
never again to be a captive of the flesh
As I heard a command coming down the chain of command
as a still small voice it falls on my ear
and it is the people that create ripples inthe pond
and if you can't distinguish the good from the bad apple
as the foolishness of a man spills forth from the seat of power
don't be confused for it is said in that day many will fall away from the %
Faith.
As my Shield of Faith deflects the firey darts of the devil
i confront those who are in the devils service
i put the blood in it. I pledge the blood of the Master as I am under the laws of the Kingdom of God
may i serve in a manner worthy of that Sacrifice
May i be Valiant against their many numbers
if i should be betrayed by my friends
or sabotaged by my lack of diligence
Be my Strength and wits in the battle
Form:
Gets up every morning
Puts her makeup on
Makes sure she looks perfect
Though everything is wrong
Stares into the mirror
Runs her fingers through her curls
Then she practices her plastic smile
Just like a pageant girl
Goes into the closet
Picks out her favorite dress
The one with yellow flowers
Always has to look her best
Puts on her shoes walks out the door
Steps out into the world
As she waves to all the passerbys
Just like a pageant girl
She's the great pretender
Like an actor on a stage
Puts on a grand performance
As she tries to hide her pain
They don't know the sadness
This ache within her soul
The hopelessness, the loneliness
She's hollow, never whole
But she does her best to mask it
She keeps it all inside
Hopes no-one has figured out
This masquerade's a lie
So she meets their expectations
Gives them what they want to see
A silly, vapid happy girl
Lighthearted, weightless, free
She deflects them with her sparkle
Her smile white as pearls
Bright and wide but empty
Just like a pageant girl.
I will be the shoulder to catch your tears,
The chapter where your stories unfold.
I will be the door to your happiness,
The pillar that stands in your sorrow's hold.
I will be the teddy that soothes your madness,
The mirror that reflects your radiant beauty.
I will be the warrior guarding your battles,
And the shield that deflects hate’s cruelty.
I will be the target for your arrows of doubt,
The land where your dreams take root and grow.
I will be the medicine that heals your pain,
And the levels that uplift your life’s flow.
I will be the melody that fills your music,
The king who reigns in your palace of grace.
I will be the fragrance of your sweetest perfume,
And the expense for the luxuries you embrace.
I will be the love that fills your life’s pages,
The spark that ignites your endless flame.
Through every moment, in every way,
I will be yours—forever the same.