Best Blinds Poems
A morn's sun raised the blinds
As sunlight pinked the clouds
Its colors fell across
My lap, tinting my words
Sublime, pen and ink tried
To contain sentiment
As they spilled blue
The blinds dissipate
As words release truth
High the sun rises
Its light controls pen
Slower the pen
Then pauses, waits
As the day wears
Colors painted
Artist tool
A palette
As sun sets
Blinds close
Darkness
Shades
Inspired by a stanza written by Robert Frost:
The Death Of The Hired Man
"Part of a moon was falling down the west,
Dragging the whole sky with it to the hills.
Its light pored softly in her lap. She saw it
And spread her apron to it. She put out her hand"
Just part of it ...What struck me was "moon was falling down the west"
In the shower one day was a blond
The door bell rang, she went to respond
She shouted "who's there?"
"It's the blind man" he declares
"Hold on, I'll open the door to correspond"
Seconds later she opens the door
"Nice breasts" he says, as she looks to the floor
"Here are the blinds you requested
They have been hung and well tested
Have you ever had blinds here before?"
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The window of opportunity; once seemingly limitless
Now appears to be gloomy and hopeless
The aspirations and dreams disguised as the truth..
Are these just lies that reside in his own mind?
No proof, no action..just an attempt to appease and distract him
The window of time; once an absolute eternity
Is now running out in quite a hurry
Pursuing dreams is similar to that of running on a treadmill;
At the highest speed; there will not be enough endurance to actually achieve
Yet, if too slow; no chance for progression, no chance to grow
However; with a perfect balance of: talent, aggression, and humility..
Add a bit of: water, composure, and consistency
And, of course, a sprinkle of belief..and there is the recipe to succeed
The window behind; once hardly noticeable..
Evidently someone or something opened the blinds
..perhaps it was just time
For the window behind; once hardly visible..
Now gives reason to be rejoiceful; for it seems to be the single window in which one is actually ahead of ones dreams
close all windows
shutting out world...
peek not
**Nov 8, 2010
Tuscany beckons
Wandering minds traveling
On the sun's last rays
The pale flesh glowing
Mother stirs from her closed bed
She slides to a stop
Where is she going?
When will the awaited day
Arrive for our sakes?
Letting go is real
Cry, celebrate, or wishing
Through it all we wait
Touched by the angels
Her heavy eyelids closing
Old thoughts will return
A warm offering
Quiescent reality
Numbing all to sleep
Brother's soft hair
Sobbing through the stagnant air
Breathing in deeply
Distant music plays
Chords of joy and pain wander
Forever reaching
Sister's loss held in
Bursting with the hope for death
Squeezing in the love
Past, present, future
Father's sad joy leaking out
Through Venetian blinds
There are no angels
Hovering where we can see
Belief quivering
God sends us no signs
Mortality challenges
At sunset right here
In the shower one day was a blond
The door bell rang, she went to respond
She shouted "who's there?"
"It's the blind man" he declares
"Hold on, I'll open the door to correspond"
Seconds later she opens the door
"Nice breasts" he says, as she looks to the floor
"Here are the blinds you requested
They have been hung and well tested
Have you ever had blinds here before?"
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Through the dark still summer's night,
'bove waves of sea-green foam,
speeds a beam of dim moonlight
that's left its lunar home...
Easily it makes its way,
as nature was intending,
through Heaven's gate
its path is straight,
not circular or bending.
Between the stars, and fields of grain
it sets the world a glow,
as it slips between the blinds and pane
of a single house below...
It lands upon a snuggled pair,
for its path was true (and chosen).
A kiss they share, their bodies bare
they're lovers interwoven...
Copyright © 2007
Curtains or Venetian blinds,
Drapings, shutters, shades
Serve to keep our privacy
From peeping Tom parades.
Everybody loves a glimpse
Into another’s space,
Surreptitiously, of course,
And never face to face.
Which is why our views are blocked
With drapery or blind;
Thus it’s more enticing, wond’ring
Just what hides behind.
Often, though, we’ll get a peek
At furniture and shelves
And people who, ironically,
Live like we do ourselves.
Privilege blinds
All the time we live
How does it affect our mind
All the time we live
What do we do right or wrong
All the the time we live
What do we offer to life
If life is to be a privilege
Why do we have the poor
Privilege blinds
I have been on this road
This road of life I live
As every new day
I see i lay a blessing
For when it dark
While am at sleep
What is around me is a lost
Yet not till morning
The time am a awake
Oh awake sweet awake
What a great privilege
A natural one
Privilege blinds
Abuse of nature
Is not forgotten
In our generation today
A system of trends
Trends of the fittest
The fittest are called the richest
The richest with their contacts
This is the modern so called
Privilege ones nowadays
Privilege blinds
Who is privilege let him see
Who is privilege and blind
Need a rewake
I had a great writer say
Privilege blinds
Yes but only the ignorant heart
privilege is natural
And it depend on one
To put it on it right part
Or let it put him blind
To get in...
you have to wear a hat
And remove the cat, fool!
Stuck inside the pool
All blue, but the crew wearing red
Guys at the back whispering
"Are they true"...?
Oh no its gonna be a jam sandwich again,
Why does the morning have to start this way?
Breakfast and reading Lame acts on news
papers Cause I'm to afraid to be casted to jail!
Infamous me: diabolical being,
Hated the role, called agents
to alter my path so I walk straight!
Closed windows but opened blinds
Revealing strange people holding signs-
Stating! "we are all the same-
No need to hide senior citizen"
Edward grabbed a boomerang
Knowing if he tossed it at their heads,
It will return to his right hand!
Even though he threw it with his left.
Glaciers float around obsidian pupils
In the crystal pools of my world.
I press against the razored quills
Of companions fates unfurled.
Vines of discredit wrap the columns
Of all the secrets suppressed.
Rooted in the depths of swollen gums
And branded against milky flesh.
Ripples waver over blind eyes
Glistening with sarcastic humor.
Never sees the failings, soon demise
Deaf to the undulating rumors.
I am blind and the News
sometimes lights the way
I am small and blind but sometimes
i find that a little knowledge
is better than no acknowledgment at all
so in this knowing let my action say
thank you news HLN Morning Express
So i can look in and save my own from the blind within!
aka:lyricvixen
Ernie oh look his early,
I see him through the window!
And so many paths but one self;
to reach the top its a head-shot,
Come and see, hallows on the streets:
Ghosts need to "cross" over!
Whoa! Light so hard to find when you-
been living in the dark for centuries,
Mummies miss there living babies!
So they coming, soul crying...
Yeah... yeah... yeah...!
"But we not the bad guys
Just the opposite side fighting the war"
What ever that means,
Its a struggle to survive, yet we fight
"Fight for what we believe in"
What ever that means, bloodshed:
Weapons are sold and billions are made
Boom! lives lost: those are the building
blocks for the next phase,
from the foundation to the roof
its a design: So they hire architects and masons!
Whoa...
Grandfathers and grandmothers
Owning lodges...
To grand-masters, dwelling in lounge's
Opening blinds to see through windows To get in,
remove all head gear!
Mind cleansed and its vivid like
Those colours in the 5th dimension:
We all have angles and I'm drawing a circle,
Protection first and satisfaction last
Out the door...!
So I cover my head, eyes unfolded
As I walk in this straight path.
I wonder if the homes in Venice
Have Venetian blinds;
Or if their window panes are topped
With shades of different kinds?
Are English muffins eaten
By the British with their tea?
Would Parisians recognize French toast?
I doubt they’d answer “Oui!”
If, in Amsterdam, I told you
That our meal would be Dutch treat,
Would a local understand we’d split
The cost of what we’d eat?
I’d be curious, in Leningrad,
If folks would start to sweat,
If I pulled a gun, suggesting
That we play Russian roulette?
In Istanbul, perhaps they’d think
That I was rather daffy
If I visited each candy shop
In search of Turkish taffy.
To Americans, such adjectives
Are charming and unique,
But I wonder if, to foreigners,
They might seem tongue-in-cheek.
Draw in those thick veils.
Fading flesh released to press -
thank you, rude magic!