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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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blinders on
passerby charging through
heart safe in pocket



posted on August 22, 2018...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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