Short Deflects Poems
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The Lockheed U2
Radar cross section deflects
The tracking stations
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facing mighty force
asymmetric resistance
yields.slips, bends, deflects,
so thrust finds no grip or hold
felled by its own over reach
‘You are the mirror that deflects my pride
My conscience, from you I cannot hide
In you, my respect and passions meet
A gentle heart I'm bound to greet’
Humble beauty,
deflects my words
of honest praise
A smile, is all
it's all, my smile
is all she says
True, in fact
but in fact, not
all that's true
All your smiles,
come truly from
inside of you
A moment of truth
a century of lies
The left hand deflects
what the right hand decries
A little bit pregnant
the ending begins
A monster gestating
—and living within
(The New Room: December, 2023)
A ripple
Just a drop
Shakes the water,
Makes it dance,
Deflects the
True image
And causes a stir
A ripple
Just a ripple
Changes the
Image seen.
A ripple
Just a change
Causing heartbreak
And pain
A ripple
Just a drop
Of the
Tears flowing
Slowly,
Softly,
Brings happiness
In the form of rain.
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(Another childhood poem.)
Filaments tightly woven,
a chrysalis cradles me,
deflects the dangers;
it is an armored womb,
bright and hard.
Loosely woven,
a web imprisons me;
struggles snare me firmly
in these threads.
What weaves this armor
and this trap?
It is I --
I am the spider,
and the potential
butterfly.
We may liken lower vibrations as dust,
a contaminant opaquing light of soul,
so let us be wary of ego’s lust thrust,
since it but deflects us from our true life role,
inducing us to engage in deeds unjust,
distancing us from God’s light, our true life goal.
Now that the truth is known, it is up to us,
to meld our head with heart and board God’s bliss bus.
Secrets of strangers,
a rotating beast of bangers',
a wobbling at least to show how to stumble,
a vanish less half-hat hung from the dread,
it is sonorous because of the angle it deflects,
it is unto us because that's what it says...
More fair than Donavan,
but a little less than he bets,
a sore stretch of vigilance but also a creamy whip from the test.
Observer observing the observed, both us
Inhibits spontaneity, deflects the flow
Until both aspects become one
There then is no one here
Save awareness
Self-aware
Free will ~ whose
Identity has vaporised
All that is, is a luminous mist
Which yet celebrates it's uniqueness
Within the womb of existence, so expressing
The manner of it's response in resonance with love
14-October-2022
If in these times we wane or waver
If those who question fall from favor
The consequence could not be graver
obscured is the terrible toll
Manipulation is slow and unseen
Lives controlled by a corrupt machine
when no one remains who dare intervene
Each person just playing their role
Tyranny's voice deflects and maligns
Propaganda alters the minds
The terms of freedom redefined
Automatons robbed of their souls
The kingfisher is the diving tip of a rainbow,
a chromatic splinter,
a deadly certainty
piercing sky and water.
All morning it has perched high atop a dead tree.
The sun rose softly (good for fishing),
but now it glares and deflects the eye,
yet
here in this swift instant, a gaudy arrow of light,
plucks a small silver fish out of nowhere,
rises
until it is not even a shadow,
for a harsh sun has already hid it.
The wool of our souls not
weary with days, it warms
us amidst our well, worn ways.
To cleanse and be cleansed
from all grief and be sheared
and cut with natural beauty.
Brushed by fate and time,
our fabric covered with folds
and tears of warmer days.
Tough and strong, not easily
torn, we keep our honor safe
from that which deflects our
ways. The soul of dawn safely
suns us and with the herd
we are forever content.
The glass once lucid
now deflects glow differently.
A chuckle clenched in the wind,
blanching and flaming.
Where were we?
Footprints echo, retreat, advance
sagging floor, missing nails.
Not long enough--
like a wheeze folding in and out,
a beam of light held in a still moment.
Sagging floor, nails missing,
steps forth, then retreat.
Where were we,
blanching and flaming,
a chuckle loosed in the wind—
now the glass, no longer lucid,
deflects the glow differently.