Best Blinkers Poems
Snowflakes adorn blurry morn, gently, gently trickling down
As salted streets are turning brown across this weary town
While tilting trees blow wheeze of breeze in throe of snow
In aerial dance of wintry woe, as tips of twigs sun rays glow.
Driving slowly, traffic is moving, blinkers brightly turning on
As somber day, bearing yawn, is awakening bleak and drawn
When kids thrilled, frolic and build, a snowman on their lawn
Celebrating school closings on this messy, dampened dawn.
Peering scenes tinted gold, hushed romantic gazes behold
Fixating on meadows bold, where pristine paintings unfold
Delighting in the glowing blaze that brightens daze of malaise
Appealing to zeal of morning, blushing haze in emergent rays.
A deer ambles besides her fawn, exiting her quiet hideout
Curious to scout how leisurely strollers are sauntering about,
Ruminating sunshine while darkened clouds are phasing out
As bluing skies, sparkle eyes, illuminating zest of astral clout.
Beyond foothills, tall cliffs sigh, scintillating in sapphire sky
When far from here, climbing up high, cerulean motifs vie
As cobalt imprints horizons amplify, where birds merrily fly
Announcing to the receding storm: it’s time to say goodbye.
When daylight quivers on melting mound of thawing ground
Amidst whispers swirling around, muffled wind’s hissing sound;
Golden glints thrill, glistening hill, tinting the landscapes blue
Refracting puddles in ornate view of glinted beams’ opal hue.
November 16, 2020
Poem of the day on November 18, 2020
Placed 1st: In rhymes sublime poetry contest--by Joseph May
Slow hand
Drizzle coats the billboard
sitting on that desolate stretch of highway
waiting for someone to read
or at least hide behind, parked car, back seat
steamed windows, sighs just above a holler,
a collar unbuttoned,
casual abundance with the radio on
seeking a Clapton tune
as nimble fingers
show the difference between a slow hand
and a destined position,
where rain doesn’t matter
because it is just as wet inside
though hotter than an August day,
perspiring in the friction
when love hits the four way flashers
blinkers accelerate, left, right, faster,
names are called, tears are cried
and the road home now beckons
just as advertised . . .
To the tune of.. “These are a Few of my Favorite Things“.
Bass boomers spreading their mis’ry in traffic
Craving attention and driving me spastic,
Not caring an oodle for anyone else,
This **** will drive one to poor mental health!
Cops who ignore them and keep right on driving,
Passing we drivers who are suff’ring and sighing,
Speeding, ignoring all laws of the road ,
Why do they think they’re exempt from the code?!
That lady texting who’s climbing your bumper,
Foll’wing for miles, you’d sure like to dump her,
Getting so peeved I just ran a red light!…
But she’s hanging in there with all of her might!
Here comes a pick up and he’s really flying,
can’t push me over but he’s really trying,
sans blinkers he cut me in one single swoop,
You scraped my bumper you dang nincompoop!
Sweating and trying, for my place I’m vying,
Choking on gas fumes, ‘n some kid is crying
That lady just stopped for a friggin green light,
I screeched on my brakes and near died of fright!
That bass nut’s still booming, my blood pressure’s zooming,
That green light stopper’s picked this time for grooming
That texter’s horn behind me is starting to blow,
The light turned red and she thinks I should go!
These are a few of my least favorite things,
That I could avoid if I only had wings…
I commute 3 hours a day and this is just
a sample. : )
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Time to rest,
laying sound and ponder,
my mind will race and wander,
blinkers on, blinkers off,
time to turn my emotions off.
Mind, body and soul,
to each district my mind roll,
soul to soul as I go,
uplifting and peace,
but that districts a no no.
Oblivious to the carnage,
my good name may now be tarnished,
time for mind, body and soul to resolve,
the many reasons,
that make me want to evolve.
loss of control. an aberration. a defect,
when the perfection of creation is lost,
a cell grows and grows without a stop,
and all its purpose and function is deranged,
it blinds the eye or strangles the bowels,
floods the lungs or stops the heart!
children die for no good reason…
who can argue with such a demon?
Hippocrates knew it and the pharaohs,
but the disease was not as often as now,
as greed grew bigger and hatred spread,
more chemicals filled our living space,
the demon grew stronger and stronger,
now it catches and eats even babies in cradle,
what was once a disease of the old
now strikes the young before they have begun!
as a doctor, I have held the hand of a dying 5 year old,
waiting for his mother who was late to arrive,
The tragedy of cancer is not in the disease,
but in the fact that we are the cause of it,
more we destroy the nature we live in,
more poison we create for our own kind.
A life of purity and green living,
is the way to conquer many beasts
of our times.
true wealth is nature, that gives without count, no cash needed, no receipt printed.
False world of man gives tokens of no value, awards and merits that perish with time.
we wear blinkers of social prejudices and lose the greater reality of nature!
Live in nature, love nature and be part of nature!
A panacea for all man made diseases like cancer.
Life is beautiful pain
Suffering is seldom a choice one would accept,
Why change a custom in which you’re safely kept.
Personal and spiritual growth can come with a toll,
Though benefit you will in your mind and your soul.
Pain is perfection allowing you to heal then grow,
If not for the bitter the sweet cannot glow.
Imagine a life where every meal is ice cream,
Imagine being burnt but not needing to scream.
We may plunge from great heights into depths of despair,
Now look at those around you and see what you share.
There is joy in the purest most intangible of things,
Sharing a blanket or hug and the warmth that it brings.
Beauty like a rose is the more precious for the thorn,
A Rhino’s just another mammal save for its horn.
The majesty a crack of lightning brings to a storm,
Your senses on fire when spring begins to dawn.
Struggle and strain make the winning worthwhile,
Take the first step soon you’ll be running a mile.
The pride you will feel can never be replaced,
After fighting and beating the troubles you faced.
If you're lucky enough and suffering comes your way,
Heed these sage words and let follow what may.
Don’t walk with blinkers on for fear of getting lost,
Open your heart to experiences no matter the cost.
Date penned - 22/05/2018
Theme - The rapture of this life
Contest - Let Your Pen Drip
Sponsor - Broken wings
Seasons and Time Travel
The whirring sound travelled again
I always hear it
From afar or just close by
Jarring my senses
Way above I can see the tiny wings
the blinkers, they seem to tell
I'm flying!
Places I dream of.
Peoples and cultures.
unfamiliar faces I behold.
Interesting.
Architectures of the most modern world.
Towering.
The skilled hands of God's artists.
Admiring.
As winter melted into spring
Sleepy flower beds, Slowly arising.
Tulips and peaches. Mums and daisies.
Smiling.
Sunkissed leaves on treetops
Rustling.
Then, standing in the valley, amongst unfamiliar greens
I smell mint and fresh nature of the Spring.
Ah, The perfumes of the Gods, lingering..
To find myself dwelling and blossoming.
I see the beautiful winged flies swirling by
After sometime, slipping yet to another time
I climb and reach the peak
of some snowcapped mountain.
Feeling and listening to the sharp coldness.
Lying down,
I curl up.
Feeling.
The first time,
like making love.
Thump! Thump!
Echoes against the valley's bosom.
The heart beating fast.
Then I stretch to the vastness and expanse
of gods' creation before me.
Incomprehensible joy!
I bring home with me.
A horse with blinkers
To avoid the distractions
On the road to dreams.
Knowing others were chosen
He races on, unbroken
A song to sing
With a hither and a dither
A mighty river
The troubled brows of people pour
Blinkers, tinkers and many non-thinkers
Flood rushing down washed up shores
A surging roar!
A song for sure, we should not endure
Soaring high in advancing thicket
A lone wren strives to sing
Perched on a metal birch
But the traffic still thunders and the wren is ignored
And she must continue her search
Cease that din!, she has a song to sing
She flutters and flitters and scolds
Emitting high pitched squeals
Ever more raucous and shrill
When all seemed lost
And if by chance
There came a witching sound
Thrilling rounds of booming trill
“Oh! what joy!, I have a song to sing!”
That dawning morning
Dressed with a new found glory
She called with a hopeful “Churr, churr, churr”
The message, swift and clear
A statement for those that chose to hear
That gleeful “Churr, churr, churr”
“Hear! Come near, I have a song to sing”
Her music made and sounds of warbling notes were heard
Drifting, Floating
Warming winters breeze
The reply came quick
“What darling rhapsody, come fly with me”
“Fly, let's fly away please!”
“Birdie dear, we have a song to sing”
They stayed for a while
Breast upon breast and a small caress
United in harmony
They now have a new song, all of their own
Stronger, louder
A rapturous symphony!
“Fly, my love, we have a song to sing”
Four wings flapped, upon the current
They didn't eavesdrop on the bubbling chaos named din
Not any
Their chorus, resonating ripples of promise
Embraced every grim nook and cranny
Near and afar, they had songs to sing
My heart beats faster with exciting
Realistic fantastic things to do
Technology at hand I can login
From wherever I find myself
So I can do my work on the move
Meet with friends and chit-chat
Have a quick bite to eat
Walk the ramps of life
Be at the office
Blessed with so much energy
My hectic schedule requires me
To be here and there simultaneously
Too little hours in the day
I’m making waves
To get all to play the game of being
Released in to the world
No blinkers
Meeting poets from across the globe
Posting in over sixty groups
Part of admin in two
I’m simply a busy bee
On the move
25:02:13
As the old proverb prevails, " love comes unexpectedly"
hyperthetically speaking,exactly what happened to me
hurting decieving initially, then having to lay my cards
ending an eight year relationship,unspeakably so hard.
A feeling of selfishness,that i needed to explain
to make her see true love i found,obviously causing pain
i didn`t jump in to this,with my blinkers on
knowing that the pain inflicted, was definately wrong
But looking back in hindsight,i wouldn`t change a thing
the love,happiness and caring is what my Skinbob brings
i didn`t really get a chance, to put across the full tail
i had to explain the full issue over in an e mail.
I have no regrets at all,i did find my soulmate
we`ll be together forever,with memories to create
inseperable together,our siblings flown the nest
now i will do my utmost, to give my love the best.
Frank Herrera`s
Contest Name The CrossRoads of your Life
If you stick your neck out for a friend, you’re likely to lose your head.
A friend is a potential enemy in disguise as a loving wife just before vowing ties.
Friends are of all kinds but the kind you want them to be.
A friend you use is a friend you abuse and who has no use of you.
The friend you call upon in need is always in greater need.
If you give a friend an helping-hand, make sure you take it back as soon as you can.
If you trust your friend with your girl, you’re the biggest dope in the world.
When friends meet, they always talk about beating meat.
If you take a friend to dine, make sure he leaves his horse behind.
The friend with daughters is the kind you wished sported blinkers.
A friend who works in banks, we always drop in - in person - to say thanks.
The friend’s wife even if she’s a bad cook is no chinook to hook.
If friends go on vacation with their wives, they always know who connives.
Friends who live close-up always end-up in the lock-up.
A friend with an axe to grind always uses it on some friend’s uterine.
A friendly father is one who takes a lasting interest in his daughter’s girl friends.
A friend who loans you some dough is always knocking on your door.
Only a friend who walks his dog picks the hour your wife goes out for a jog.
A friend at your beck and call must be wondering why you don’t him enthrall.
A friend by any other name is a still a friend you can put to shame.
A friend is someone you can entrust your shame with, but never your fame.
Keep your distance from the friend who shouts in your face for it’s a downright disgrace he spits in your face.
Friends who work for rival companies tend to share daily work memories.
Friends who work in different embassies are thick as thieves.
The greatest friends are those married couples with very large families who realize far too late they are/were really homo-sexuals.
Friends who give one another too many presents ought to look for friends who only give presents.
The best friends are those who need no psycho-analysts for they can see each other without waiting for appointments.
Childhood friends always end-up wishing their friends on other friends.
A friend of a friend always turns up for a spend or a lend.
Long lost friends who meet to go out for the night leave behind wives happy, whallop-py and tight.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
I reach for the mayo last night
Too late I realize it’s not right
Out of the fridge door
And onto the floor
The lid was placed on, but not tight
I like to spread jam on my toast
One thing irritates me the most
In the jam jar I find
Food debris left behind
Clean your knife between jars, that’s gross
While driving the highway we sail
But something I see without fail
Blinkers flashing for miles
And I think all the while
Are they turning into the guardrail?
Limerick : Once a young Opera Fan of Wagner’s
Once a young Opera Fan of Wagner’s
Sat out the Ring Cycle in blinkers
House chockful at the start
Such silence: heard no fart
Came out gray-haired and wailing bonkers.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
The horse is dead but the parade is live and well
Kick the bucket an romance the smell
Hook,line ,sinker the blinkers busted
Jesus saves the flavor
Is the craver to be trusted
Money, pleasure along with plastic little ponies
The evening seduces as grapes crush the holy
Not acting normal is starting to effect
Broken heart`s are bleeding broken from the wreck
Years wasted spent drowning me in dares
Plastic little ponies are the only ones whom care