Best Blinders Poems
The truth can’t be seen through blinders.
Eyes and ears covered with hatred.
The tongue’s ready-lash sidewinders,
twisting and spinning what’s sacred.
The truth, the fact, reality
masked - the masses bobble their heads.
The illusion of blasphemy
here, when the scripture’s left unread.
No need for truth, when it’s made up.
“What is truth,” plank’s in Pilate’s eye.
Pilate knows - the charges trumped-up.
Wolfish masses prefer a lie.
How often the accusation,
front page news, folks - everyone’s riled.
The leak, having no foundation,
reneged where no one looks - exiled.
But still the crowd cheers old nick.
The stage decked out in crimson fire.
A civil war waged with a Bic.
No matter the damage - it’s dire!
The law, “Love others as yourself,”
truculent in divisive ways -
‘stead hate and pride speech off-the-shelf.
Lollygagging verses… no one prays…
Spend time in the prayer closet.
It’s worth every cent! Spare time!
Hear God - work up the composite.
Don’t listen to the world. PEACE TIME!
9/3/2022
It was planned investigated and edited
Measures were interwoven so as to assure;
And in the end success was achieved;
Acknowledged and accredited master of self-survival
You must have been quite busy I imagine.
I suppose I’m to offer you kudos;
Since I never saw the final outcome coming;
And that in its self-had to have been a bonus
I was young and doubtlessly deserved it;
So I let it go thinking in the future;
Maybe you might feel vindicated;
But apparently motivations go beyond vindications..
So okay I feel bad “real bad”
And sometimes I forget myself;
And let the water run down my face;
Over the distain that manifest it’s self through selections
And time doing what it often does for some;
Gave me the courage to be,
Open and less self-protective;
But some of us never conquered fear.
No heartbeat will pass through these teeth
Nothing's child will digest, rest dead inside me
A plead or two, violent rages ignored
What did her smiling eyes mean to you?
I know you saw her grinning
Let me tell you, child bearing a heavy heart:
Karma is alive and kicking
Every heartbeat has purpose
Sick to my stomach I discover much truth
Humans ripping flesh from bones-- I have a bone to pick with you
To what extent of this insanity does it prosper our youth?
May I remind you of meals to spare, the freedom to choose?
I wonder everyday, "Were you even hungry?"
Friend, eating is for survival, to thrive, keep these eyes blinking
Not to slit something's throat
Believe me
No longer will I blind myself from sick,real cruelty
Look at his face
Have you seen him cry?
Are your eyes still smiling?
Three days to live and he can not wait to die
Stop this vicious cycle
Let nature shine through
They were here before me and before you
Wouldn't you liked to be saved by grace?
Thankful for words on a believed page?
Rescued from a life threatening disease of ignorance I hate?
One more rescue breath at the scene
Open your eyes wide
We are that change
4:33 PM 29 Nov 2014
Walking through the night with my blinders on
Haunted by the memories of an old country song
The chains of the past finally wearing thin and breaking off
The dawn ahead in my tunnel vision warm and soft
Invites me to the future where there is the land of the free
Gotta keep these blinders fastened tight so I can see what will be
The anchor in my heart so heavy tearing it in two
I can not turn back though my heart be torn through
The pain so hard to bear
Pain that know one can share
But when I reach that beautiful land
On my two feet I will stand
I will stand strong without the chains
I will stand tall without the pain
I will overcome this life and Live!
Blinders
I see the blinders hiding me
Light finding gaps in reality
When it comes down to the end
I thought that I would find my friend
Cameos blaring on the stereo
My mind comes back to what it knows
Hierchy insanity rings my ears
Strange how we always find our fears
I’m the villain and the hero
As the clocks resets to zero
Your flash became my light
Now it’s dark and you’re not allright
It’s hard to find a change of course
When did the pain become so forced?
My edges seem to cut the good and the bad
Give me the peace; not chaos in a bag
I’m battle-tested and hardly rested
I’m a wild-card baby at my very best
So give me your hands and clench them tight
Stand with me in the battle of forgotten light
God carved him from his finest cloth.
He gave and gave.
They drank his broth.
Most unaware of what was given,
with blinders on they kept on living.
That you continue to draw breath matters to me.
Every time that your heart beats
It means something to me.
Why is it that those things
That you most want and crave from life,
Are those things that you refuse to see.
It's time to take the self-imposed blinders
That keep you feeling sheltered, lonely, and desperate
Off and purposefully see what is really around you!
If you are unwilling to let it matter to you-
That you matter to me,
It is of no value, use, or purpose
That I continue to draw breath or
That my heart continues to beat
For to you, it is as if neither even exist.
See no truth,
Hear no truth,
Speak no truth.
Follow the leader.
Don’t look to either side
Or you might see
In the mirror
Of your own making
Your cowardice,
distortions, self-absorption,
lies, and poor judgment.
Keep the blinders on.
Follow the leader
over the cliff.
The masks are just a substitute for blinders
shutting off all vision peripheral
a ploy to keep the horses pulling straight
to reach the goals of gods quite mythical
No apple on a stick – they do not share
the bounty of their goals with those who pull
while running up a tab they’ll never pay
to soothe the dulling eyes covered with wool
Praise God they say – but never say which one
for fear they may offend those who have two
yet speak with solemn voice - averted eyes
somber tones their weapon counting coup
And yet we hold them higher than the rest
while hoping to be fed shout “you’re the best”
John G. Lawless
©9/21/2021
I look around and I cannot help but see
Fodder and seeds for poems in every corner
Along the ceiling, in a cobsweb
How can you write that many some ask?
How can I not? I ask the bag of cereal that is reaching for its coffee
The scotch tape laughs; making fun of me always
Super heroes in capes grin at me from their posters
They want to be diabolical, but they got ruined in their youth
A tiny glow worm scratches his back on my back
Ideas are lining up at attention; my muse is in charge
She twirls her maestro baton and they fall down laughing
I need blinders so I can stop writing.
After numerous delays
and many instances of going astray,
You finally put them on.
Now, they are snug and comfortably fastened.
These blinders are securely fitted and strapped, masterfully shutting out all distractions.
Your field of vision is directly ahead,
with nothing to the left or right.
You are focused on the glorious light ahead,
running diligently toward that bale of golden hay,
away from the distractions of yesterday.
Peeky Blinders
Flat Caps adorned with Razor Blades
Clandestine meetings in smogy working-class Pubs with sawdust underfoot
No rest for the downtrodden or wicked
Fodder for the Industrial Gentry
On the reverse side
Only Gangs from the Underworld Thrive
The Stage for a Gritty Drama
Faces etched on Bleak Prison Wall's
Now forgoten Town's rundown
Descendants with uncertain futures
Born in the wrong Decade
Yet still a Slave
Peeky Circumstances
Dark alliances
i kept my eyes
open at sunrise
staring at the
solar flares
of her
sonrisas
increasing
more then my
other senses i
begin thinking why
just for one
poem i chose
a permanent dis
ability so i now see
a possabilaty of more
profit not twice
but thrice the
money made
from the pet
rock and the
mood ring
combined
what better
idea then to
sell sunglasses
to
the
blind
The pope said Mohammed said
spread Islam by the sword.
That’s not a very nice thing to say
Lets burn down some churches and kill a nun.
Oh my but aint religion fun
I’m so glad I got a gun
The pope must apologize
Now that sounds sensible
Would you like fries with that?
Simon says jump for joy
Satan just smiles knowingly
And the patient druids wait
For a second world to explode
What will an octave be
On the next third planet
From the sun
Or will the music die
To join all the other stars
Let’s have a blast
It could not last
That’s life
So woe
Begone
I know lots of liberals who can’t seem to grasp
That they are in fact the fascists
Because they know they are of the Left
And fascists are of course of the Right.
These liberals I know are all smart,
Smarter than average, smarter than me,
But they are wrong about what fascism is
As they are wrong about many things.
But just as dumb people know they are dumb
The smart know they are smart
And thus think they have formed correct views
When in fact, like everyone, they have just been programmed.
(8/20/25)