Best Blinder Poems
Raven Speak Not To Me, For A Plague Flees Thy Lips
Sadness came, in clumps of ripping hard, smashing waves
as if morbid thoughts could such sorrows ever save,
none but the blind and deaf could know a darker realm
or more lost ship with, blinder captain at the helm.
Yet even in such pains, one must seek out the Light
for the blind can see, if they embrace truest of sight!
Wayfarer now in hideous ancient abodes
mind burning flames, blasts of misery that explodes,
born of the vile demons that plagued Master Poe
from fiery depths they sprang, as savage and dark foe.
What greater black-curse can one thus be forced to bear
or evil that sends monsters that nightly scare?
Raven speak not to me! For plague flees thy lips
weeping soul, prays not to enter such ghastly trips,
save your epic lashings and thy horrific calls
as well as scalding-hot brands from thy torture halls.
We that saw deepest pains, you once sent Master Poe
enter not chambers or beg more accursed shows!
Your friends attack, forcing each soul to further flee
from hell's first dark levels, with its pitiful pleas,
into caverns wicked, filled with flesh eating beasts
with each new arrival cry, more food for our feasts.
Sirens lure fleeing lost souls into black-sea pits
always seeking, more blood, deeper cuts, harder hits!
Raven, thy terror-nights will soon come to end
for in bright flooding lights, I have found a new friend,
stalwart ally, armed with more than long sharp teeth
one whose true faith, will silence thy calls from beneath.
Dawn's shimmering lights, you shall plague me no more
I bow to he, his powers seals your wicked door!
Robert J. Lindley,
Dark Poetry, ( Poe, Raven and Nightmares)
12-18-2018
Misinformed as ever was,
as sad as sad can be,
for no one cared or dared to love
a creature such as she.
Time rolls past and in its’ dust
she wonders where it’s gone,
left standing still with faded eyes,
a vessel dreaming on.
As crazy-paved as garden paths,
and blinder than a tree,
holding court with ghosts of kids
who never lived to be.
Imagined loves she never met,
no truth to rest upon,
just make-believe and pharmacy
a vessel dreaming on.
Will the children of today,
when they are old, look back
and say, as we do now, that
times have really changed?
Will they mean it in the same way
that we mean it now? Will they,
in future, all remark, as we
do now, how slow the pace of life
once was and how fast, now,
it has become?
Abandoning their games,
reshaping minds, will they better
understand than we have
understood that not all
all-too-rapid change is good?
Will they be fairer than we are --
cling to real, not bogus, values --
to their own unadulterated,
kinder truths.
Will justice be much fairer, blinder --
and, to repeat, much kinder --
then than now? Let us
try to steer the way so that they
may not, in future, do
as we do now.
I couldn't find her, oh, where did she go?
Energetic young woman, that I used to know
She'd once had her hair always done at the mall
She'd answer the phone any time one should call
I looked through her home where I knew
I should find her
It seemed Darker than once, though,
My eyes are now blinder...
I stepped into the dismal and yellowed hall's light
A woman stood staring, and we both jumped with fright
I drew in a quick breath, for soon I could see
An odd recognition, familiar to me
I took a step closer; she took one as well,
The woman I'd sought...?
If so? She looked like hell.
Then both our fists flew,
With one piercing shout....
She crumbled to pieces...
Bloody mirror... Thrown out!
Take courage, child, when the storm speaks,
A privileged soak that wakes you up,
For God dispels the mountain peaks.
Take courage, child, when the storm speaks.
Ancient of Days, of whirlwind streaks,
Takes off your blinder shades, shakes up.
Take courage, child, when the storm speaks.
A privileged soak that wakes you up.
A Turning Point In Life Is Equality
Writings in a Black Perspective....
The day will come when all will be the same color
The mingling with the neighbor
Just like it was in the beginning
No one will have a rainbow blinder
Harriet Tubman, born a slave
Devoted to save
Those that wanted freedom
Not sold or enslave
Jackie Robinson was given a rough time
For being black in all white baseball teams, in his prime
Couldn’t not sleep or dine with his teammates
At anytime
Rosa Parks sat in the front
Of the designated black section, indignant
She refused to give her seat to a white passenger.
She was arrested for the incident
I went through life suffering racial discrimination
So I harden my soul because of rejection
A turning point in life is equality
And our salvation
3/16/2015
Sarah, for your birthday, I do not want to ruin the surprise,
So put on your mask, and here is a blinder to cover your eyes.
I will give you hints as we get on our private fumigated plane.
Of course your mother is waiting, and she will do the same.
We will have a menu that has Belgium chocolates I can't hide.
They will be scrumptiously delicious, and taste juicy inside.
You may order hot chocolate with a shot of caramel and Nutella.
There will be some pretty hot guys, and maybe a particular fella.
Please do not guess yet, watch your feet as I guide you up the steps.
There are protein shakes, brownies, flavored lattes, sprinkled flecks.
An extra shot of expresso? I do not see why not, Sarah Dear.
Yes the destination café might be coming abundantly clear.
Sit beside your mother and do not guess out loud.
She has told me all about you; she is insanely proud.
No doubt there will be scones, muffins, and a sandwich of the day.
Come on pilot, get the engine started. We are ready to play!
Can you be controlled by the Holy Spirit?
Yeah
If that is what God wants you to do
Obey and abide by Him
Can you not be controlled by the Holy Spirit?
Yeah if that is what God granted you
If everything is so controlled by God
then why are things going out of control?
Because He allows it
He allows anything and everything goes
according to His wishes
But everything stays under His control
He is like the umbrella
shielding you from the wind
Do you need an umbrella?
Do you need God?
It's all the same question
If the answer is you do
then stay underneath the Umbrella
It's good for you
Keep you dry and focused
Your mind is not on the wind
and you are not getting wet
It's hard to focus that way
Do you always need an umbrella?
Do you always need God?
He is there when He needs us
He is there when we need Him
Is He always there?
Does the sun always shine?
Then why sometimes it's cloudy
and sometimes it's dark?
It's the same question
Sometimes things cover our hearing
And blind our vision
But God always shine
and will always be there for you, us, me, the whole world
It's a matter of priorities
What priority does He have in your life?
If He is your number one priority
you will find that things are clearer
and you have less things covered His ways
and He can get to you
If He is not your number one priority
you will find that things are clouding His ways
and block your vision of Him
Take the blinder off
Put things out of His way
And make the path straight for Him
Let your route to Him be a straight shot
Then you don't have to navigate around
The sun, the wind, the umbrella
All are made by Him
for Him
And through Him
If the next time you get hot
You can thank Him for the wind
If the sun doesn't shine in your corner
You know why - too much blinders
If you are always dry
You can know that too
Safe and sound under the mighty Umbrella
Who is The Sun?
Who is the Wind?
Who is the this I Am?
Locked in the largest room of the palace,
you live days in dire existence,
sunshine caresses you with sun rays,
breeze makes you breathe life;
anything at the swish of a wand is
given to you, lonely princess of Wales!
He has no loyal blood in him,
and as many children as you desire,
He can give you-at least two.
A boy who looks exactly like him,
a girl as gorgeous as you...
he can feel inside you'll be his.
Your jealous Queen, can scream her brain out
and tell you, " I don't like that bodyguard is a joker;
he's too poor and childish, he thinks he's another prince,
but he has nothing to give you...stay in your room,
silly Rapunzel! He won't ever climb to this balcony:
your hair is too short and brittle! How can he do that? "
You'll try to convince her that he is a great guy,
" But mom, he loves me more than anybody! "
" Love without money is a tree without fruit!
Riches can buy many jewels! You're the next Queen!
Her anger will shout her up and all will turn to gloom...
while he waits outside and freezing he rubs his red hands.
Her slickness won't last, she must have a weak spot;
if he courts her with his boyish charms, she'll become soft
and forget that a pretty princess adores him and woos him.
" I got her on my strings...she'll be my animated puppet!"
Infatuation can be blinder than love; he will get her very drunk,
and have her thinking for a minute that she can have him!
The princess and the bodyguard hug; they laugh aloud...
while the Queen sleeps on the sofa and snores, " She's too drunk,
let her sleep for hours; we are going to elope and live happily!
Ah! Such an unfair and vain mother she is! She'll realize that
even money isn't everything...if love palpitates in the heart! "
Try out his trick: be that bodyguard who outsmarted
the Queen and if you get lucky, you must thank him "
Pick: Rapunzel
Written on 2/2/2016
Gangster
Gangster, Gangster, ruthless cold-blooded killer,
Destroyer of life, take no prisoner for bountiful gain.
Business Man, Protector, racketeer of feared innocents,
Taking what you will, secured with violence and pain.
Who are you, what are you, who gives you the right,
Building Empires, from untold misery and blood.
Strong of character, fearing nothing and no one,
Victims revenge is weak and will do them no good.
Persecutor, executioner, henchmen do your bidding,
How can a small, malevolent Man, gain such command?
How many will stand together, to take him down,
None I fear, his domination has infected your land.
Gangster, Mobster, hoodlum or plain villain,
Are you a Capone, Luciano, a Blinder, Mafia or Triad?
Will your name be remembered in glorious infamy?
Or simply a cruel hearted crook gone mad.
Little town do not frown, this is no country circus, there are no smiling clowns,
please wear that pretty party gown
One road in and one road out to get us all about, a spin around the roundabout,
you wandering gadabout
In the fields are sweat stained bodies toiling, tempers boiling, tilling drought ridden
fields of hardened, unforgiving soil
The sheep and cows patrol the never ending pastures, while eating off the local plate
for them there's no escape
Machinery working overtime, thrashing, cutting, relentlessly taking full grown life,
never stopping till the farmhands bedtime
Lonely streets sits waiting for any sign of life, a mother and baby, perhaps the vicars wife,
this sense of isolation rife
There's silence running all around as if this place has come to rest, upon this sandy ground
leading to the west
Though far into the distance a desperate howl is heard, it chills me to the bone, i'm ashen
faced and all a feared
The hotel sits just off the street, a bleak and sad reminder, a bitter taste of yesteryears,
when the darts team played a blinder
Yet in amongst this emptiness there is a rose filled garden, with scents, bouquets and
vibrant blooms that tantalise my weary senses, oh sweet oasis, so please i beg your pardon
For decent, honest people are living here today, to earn the pay so they will stay, their
children with a place to play
But having left the garden it's the lonely sound of tumbleweed, blowing down the empty
streets and through my head, I must take heed
Before the spiteful dust returns to seed, making plants that cry and bleed
Can you have whatever you want?
When what you want is what God wants
then yes
You have to prepare your heart
You have to make sure that is what you want
And that whatever you want is only what God wants
Just like everything else He wouldn't give it to just anybody
Your heart has to be right with God
And that is a sincere desire from you
God judges and knows your heart
So don't think you can put a blinder on Him
You will see once it is what you want
And He gave it to you
Even an ice cream cone - you will find that your foot and your steering wheel
find a way
I wouldn't tell you something that I haven't known already
You would find that you don't want a lot of things
And before you want it you will find that He says "no"
- so you don't have a chance to want it
It does not come in one day
It is a whole process
But if that is what you want
- press on
I am not speaking to everybody
But only to a selected few
If that is what you want - go for it
There is no point to convince the critics
Because those will not get what they want anyway
Because THAT is what they believe
But you go on
Good sight and good luck
Tae A Mouse
(Whit wid Robert Burns say!)
Ha’ where ye gon ye cowrin feartie
Your impudence protects you sairly
I canna say but ye strut yer stuff
And quite honestly we’ve had enough
Where ye gon ye cowrin farce
Back tae Brussels to kiss their A...se
Yer fair oh face an hair untinted
Half mass trousers and they say yer minted
That chain aroon the neck you wear
It’s heavy, speaks volumes A’ truly swear.
The vision o’ you tied tae the mast
Is something we should hae done in the past.
Pow’r up the engines on the private jet
Scramble the forces we’ve tae get oot oh debt.
Or so she says without a glance
29th March we’ve tae take a chance.
No Deal there say the yins in the know.
Didnae matter if you said Yes or No!
Politics at perties a definate question
tae bring amongst us a bit o digestion.
But take O’leary the King o cheap flight
No managing ony sleep at night.
His massive fleet there stuck on the ground
Doon beside our trusted pound.
Now haud you there while Ive got your attendance
Remember we tried for Independence?
Nae faith back then because we were told
BP’s stopped drillin - We’ve nae black gold
The barrels a’ empty the drillin a’ stopped
Increases in Asda, the penny has dropped!
O wad some Power the giftie gie us
To see oursels as ithers see us!
It wad frae mony a blinder free us,
An’ foolish notion:
What airs in dress an’ gait wad Free us,
An’ ev’n a Devolution
Written by Jinty
13.01.2019
Ich such dos shtetl
Wos mer wird zogn
wos mer baj zejn vergongenhejt
nich reizn, wos mer zogt,
wo sejn di wolkns, wos is geblibn
vun de zejt mer hot nich mer gehert.
Mer zogn leben,
gezejtn zogt mer zej dos mer,
wo wosr nich mecht misn sejn strond.
Wos seg ch' fir mejn leben,
wor ols gewesn a luft,
a donk vun a blinder,
wu mich ken sehn mit sej oign.
A endlos schwajgn wor gekumn,
mit mejn iker a zwojts,
zerflußn wi a regn.
Iber geslech, iber hajser,
gebrent mit a rojtn schajn,
fligt a wolkn.
Nem majn bilt furt vun dej schtot,
lern mi ojs tantsn.
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Was wird man sagen,
was über seine Vergangenheit,
nicht reisen, so sagt man,
wo sind die Wolken, was ist geblieben
von der Zeit, nichts hat man mehr gehört.
Wir sagen wir leben,
das Meer hat Gezeiten, wie man so sagt,
das den Strand nicht missen möchte.
Was sag ich von meinem Leben?
War alles nur Trugbild,
ein Dank eines Blinden,
der mich mit seinen Augen sehen kann?
Ein endloses Schweigen war hereingebrochen,
mit meinem Gesicht kam ein zweites,
zerfloss wie im Regen
über Gassen und Häuser,
verbrannt mit rotem Schein
zieht eine Wolke.
Trag' mein Bild aus der Stadt,
lern' mich das Tanzen.
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What will they say,
what about the past,
no travelling, so they say,
where are the clouds, what is left
of time, nothing more was heard.
We say we are alive,
the ocean got its tide, as they call it,
which does not want to miss the beach.
What shall I say about my life?
Was everything a fatamorgana,
a grace of a blind man,
who can see me with his eyes?
An endless silence had set in,
with my face came a second,
melted as if it was rain,
over alleys and houses,
scorched with a red gleam
a cloud is wandering.
Carry my picture from the town,
teach me to dance.
February 2 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Leviticus 7-9
Key Verse – Leviticus 7:11 And this is the law of the sacrifice of peace offerings, which he shall offer unto the LORD.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY OFFERINGS’ LAW GIVER
Lord God, You are my offerings’ law Giver,
forgiving me of my trespasses
Thank You for Your instructions that straighten me out from crooked vices
Surely enabling me to bring acceptable sacrifices…
Now, I give You my oblation’s best with all my praises.
Lord God, You are my offerings’ law Giver,
freeing me from fleshly endeavour
Thank You for Your compassion for my redemption-fervour
Surely assuring me eternal life of gracious savour…
Now, I desire for Your presence of intimacy’s serene favour.
Lord God, You are my offerings’ law Giver,
framing me upon Your righteousness
Thank You for Your holiness along Your loving kindness
Surely upholding me toward virtuous steadfastness…
Now, I submit to You my utmost obedient willingness.
Lord God, You are my offerings’ law Giver,
feeding me with Your divine nourishment
Thank You for Your guidance as well as Your ready encouragement
Surely gearing me toward heavenly vision’s engagement…
Now, I follow You with faith’s enlightenment.
Lord God, You are my offerings’ law Giver,
finding me for Your regeneration-assurance
Thank You for Your blood that sanctifies against iniquity’s endurance
Surely cleansing me, granting me forgiveness’ insurance…
Now, I abide in You, waiting for Your blessed appearance.
Lord God, You are my offerings’ law Giver,
fitting me into Your kingdom glory
Thank You for Your mercy, acquitting me from hell’s fury
Surely giving me triumph along everlasting victory…
Now, I devote to You my everything to proclaim Your Gospel story.
Lord God, You are my offerings’ law Giver,
furnishing me with Your order
Thank You for Your opportunities to serve You, my Commander
Surely helping me to win against the deceitful blinder…
Now, I humble before You with complete surrender.
February 2, 2023