Best Turn A Blind Eye Poems
Your life is like a pizza pie,
With wisdom you should long or yearn;
It is not just a food to eat,
But also a lesson to learn.
With different sizes it is
Available just anywhere;
When you leave your house to buy one,
As you return it is a square.
Eager to see the bread inside,
The package with care you handle;
The moment you open the box,
What you have found is a circle.
It's so hard to turn a blind eye
To this tasty, delightful dough;
As you begin eating a piece,
It's triangle, you ought to know.
Constant change is in the world,
From good reason to alibi;
Your behavior improves in time,
Your life is like a pizza pie.
our God is bountiful because
Jesus is Robin Hood turning the tables in the forest temple
and Friday treasures an island of hope in my child’s mind
‘you can be a pirate as long as you don’t turn a blind eye’
patches up sorrow and heartache tattooed in its wisdom
bountiful when the snake shares a candy apple with Newton
as everything hangs in the balance of gravity’s fallen sword
when you remove the splinter from blind sighted cataracts
before asking for a new lens without polishing your view
bountiful when kind men from Mars soothe night terrors
because aliens are friends and ride on Dinosaur’s wings
the world becomes as you see it in the light of your dreams
and the chocolate bar holds coconut filling every now and then
bountiful when the cross rots away and nails get a grip onto
new pastures and the sweet tasting promise of sacred droplets
for tears are washed away in the face of anger ceding to faith
and water baptizes the soil for small seeds to nourish the soul
bountiful when the cocoa smeared lips’ immaculate smiles
prepare innocence for that hardship of life bearing the fruit
of patience resolve and happiness that derives from the source
and chews at the gnawing feeling of doubt until it melts away
our God is bountiful because …
11th November 2020
wings could drive you crazy
under the overpass, the crows
gather one by one, flapping
it is a perfect day, stuck underneath
where cars borrow the bird’s view
without a whisper or toll, torrent
of landings to complete the murder
the row, on an inner ledge, legible
perhaps eligible to a mate, could be
a male society or female offering
we who pass so quickly, only stopping
for a light or traffic jamming, see
what flies in the dark, in the face
we are the ones out of place
the fury of the flock, frenetics
relics, energetic, spot on sketchy
do they see some of the same old
cars? do they care or turn a blind eye
i haven’t forgotten but what does it matter?
it does because a poetic fuse ensues
and must in the end die out, forgotten
except by the rear end reader
who will extend the imagery for a blink
or think a deja vu when flocking with crows
in trees, on lines, under the overpass
SYRIAN REFUGEES
I'm watching a programme on telly
About the Syrian refugees
Men and women and children
Humanity brought to its knees
I'm watching the desperate faces
The terror and hunger and fear
They're facing their ultimate nightmare
And me? Well I'm just sitting here
And saying 'Isn't it awful'
'Something needs to be done'
Whilst searching the TV listings
And planning my evening of fun
Then I happen upon the BBC news
Cameron wringing his hands on my screen
Saying Syria is a priority
Then slips into a black limousine
Then Hollande, and Angela Merkel
Echo the prime minister's views
And tell us how hard they are working
Another soundbite for the news
Then shoot off to their heads of state dinner
Which will go on well into the night
While in the camps the tears will continue
No dinner for those folks tonight
At the meeting, an idea from Turkey
Amongst the platitudes and the kind words
The plan that they're putting forward
Is to drop lots of bombs on the Kurds
I flick channels and happen on Tony Blair
Offering the world a solution
I really can't listen to that grinning clown
Spouting his verbal pollution
He's jabbering on about Islam
Trying to give us the wisdom we lack
And hoping the world has forgotten
What Bush and him did in Iraq
Perhaps he's just a bit jealous
That he's not allowed to the feast
After finding Saddam's nuclear weapons!
A doggy bag surely at least.
While another mother loses her children
More slaughter and mayhem we see
And imagine the arms manufacturers
And dealers, jumping with glee
As they make another few billions
And probably a few billions more
Then they'll hide all their dirty old dollars
In their financial laundry offshore
And the politicians turn a blind eye
And I'm sure that they won't be divulging
How some of them came by their fat bank accounts
And why their back pockets are bulging
But then.......success I hear on the news
The EU says all is not black
They've solved the refugee crisis.
When they get here.........we're sending them back.
Job done, EU movers and shakers
So sorry for doubting your cause
You've sorted the Syrian problem
Give yourselves a big round of applause
© Ron James 05/04/2016
Embers and snowflakes, fire and ice;
Opposites joined in many ways.
Embers from fire, snowflakes from ice;
Both can portend the end of days.
Ozone depletes, sunrays pierce through;
Fires scorch Earth- hot embers sear rifts.
Smog fills the sky- sunrays are blocked.
Ice glazes earth, snowflakes build drifts.
Embers and snowflakes, fire and ice;
Which ending for us will it be?
Humans of Earth, turn a blind eye
Forgetting that we hold the key.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Desire and hatred, fire and ice,
Opposites joined in many ways;
Fire fuels desire, and ice molds hate;
Both can portend the end of days.
Desires for gain, passions go wild
To dictate command of the world.
Ice fills the veins of those who hate.
Explosions of anger unfurled.
Desire and hatred, fire and ice-
Which ending for us will it be?
Humans of Earth, turn a blind eye;
Forgetting that we hold the key.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Fire and ice, the end of days-
Embers and snowflakes, desire, hate;
Opposites joined in many ways.
We, end of our world, may create.
So many people suffer
as they condemn others with extreme hate
raping hearts violently shredding inner purity
inside deep council cries as ugly visions hurt
tainted with nightshades
unforgiving it creates wars
through such ugly bitterness
Twisted within a dark fork
judgement overpowers emotions
killing without mercy love and divine beauty
A human virtue turned upside down
in this world we all know our hearts plea
In what is right and what is wrong
Yet we turn a blind eye ignoring the truth
ignorance plays its roll
as our soul is colorless
we all bleed tears falling pain inside heartache
raindrops of a deep hurt remains
holding love as the most precious pure gift
undying beauty will always remain beautiful
A silver shawl hangs heavy over the mountain
sky grey clouds shooting gun barrel smoke hiding sunlight
Looking out towards the ocean dreaming in wild north Atlantic waves
tides turn a little lamb suffering in the spring crouched cold
We all see visions of injustices flash before our eyes turn
for which no one is held responsible the standing joke of our century
So many people turn a blind eye as their souls have already been bought
children of this world have suffered at the hands of tyrant slave masters
Born free without chains attached what gives any race the God given right
killing innocent women and children destroying families unjust actions
Some of us on this planet are sick with an untrustworthy state of affairs
listening to what these monstrous brutes get away with
In the name of peace not twisted truths building bridges instead of walls
who ever sells arms are terrorists against the living
Democracy has no grounds only love the suffering because
behind the mask many in this world condemn us
Branded from birth marked as slaves unto a system each of us a number
piercing bullets flash before the eyes redemption knowing whats true
26th &27th January 2012
By Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)
Alone I sat on the wet sands,
Of the Sernabatim beach lands.
The sun reflected blue sky,
On the greenish grey waters it looked so dry.
A sweltering sunny afternoon,
With the heat I began to swoon.
Alone, I moved myself into the waters warm,
The breaking waves look to me like many a lifeless form.
Warm waters I sense splash unto my waist,
Cool salty breeze sting my moist lips and chest, sweat erased.
The frothy waters seem so white,
Feral imagination within me is beginning to run regressive and makes me feel all right.
Alone I am rooted on the sandy shore,
I have within me, coming to the fore,
Feelings… deep feelings inside ignite,
Need to hold on to them tight,
The feelings incite,
A poem in my mind’s eye I feel and now see, that I would have to write,
Without any spite.
Alone, I am in the waters warm,
The breaking waters lash against me and quickly change form,
To myself feelings that turn to spirity words I begin to recite,
As I cast my eyes on nature around me from within springs delight,
And in its own right,
The poem begins to rewrite.
Alone, I am in the waters warm,
My feelings have begun to rewrite,
In my mind without any spite,
I am now filling myself with delight,
As expression is flowing freely in its own right,
And will transcend on to paper in black and white.
Alone, I now sit, drenched,
To the sands entrenched.
Melts the noon,
And evening falls attune,
The sun reflected blue sky,
Has now swooned away and I turn a blind eye.
Alone, I now sit, drenched,
Content in myself and with no feelings wrenched.
Gratified….soothened…satisfied…pleased,
Relaxed…happy….at ease and contented……eased.
Bending Backward
We seem to bend backward
Where the truth is told
We seem to lean forward
To coruscating gold.
When conscience is dead
Our blunt nerve is teased
When cruelty fills the head
Our minds are pleased.
Then we turn a blind eye
Where the infirm do cross
Hiding as they pass by
To seclude our dross!
We seem to bend backward
When a neighbour cries
We seem to move forward
When we are ruled by lies.
Most of our time is spend
In pursuit of leisure
Lies, Evil and wicked intend
That cankers soul’s treasure.
We enjoy leaning forward
To peek inside a hot pot
In which rank poison boils
To proffer our Foe a tot
And die twisting like coils.
We do recline backward
To rest on laurels green
Boasting of being die-hard
When we are unclean!!
How do you kill own blood
Or rape a wretched minor?
Being in a backward mood
Or this degenerate manner!
We seem to bend backward
More than bending forward!
09th October 2013
Are we truly masters of our own destiny
Or are we lost, left slipping on the edge of fate
Bloody and bruised knuckles just trying for dear life to hang on
Constantly we deny our own existence
Letting the past consume us, as we dwell on hate
Love all but gone from this world
Misery left in its wake
Foiled, manipulated and confused
Mindless fools left paused as life carries on
A puppet draped with tangled strings
Doing what's expected not what we want
So many dreams left splintered as fragments of life pass us by
Forever clouded, lost in the smoke from bridges we have burnt
Do we turn a blind eye as the world screams for help
Muffled by societies pillow
Do we turn away..ignorant and wait till its left laying limp
Lifeless on the floor
Our world no more..
He who is born in the ruthless streets of a busy city
I am without a home
A family
Nor a companion
I am all alone
My homes differ from time to time
Abandoned houses, alleys anywhere the streets welcomes me
I am at the mercy of the changing weather
Every day is a battlefield for survival
A gruesome cycle I only wish a good Samaritan may extricate me from
My matted fur is an infestation of ticks and fleas
I have grown accustomed to them to the point where I consider them my family
A fetid odor you may sense
That might be me passing by, turn a blind eye if you don’t mean well
Please don’t charge at me
My weary bones have had enough for one day
Skinny as a toothpick
I make do with the leftovers you throw into the bin
The little I can find to see another sunrise is more than enough
I could cave in and just die in an alleyway somewhere
No one wouldn’t even feel a void of my passing
But my hope to one day have a place where I can belong
Gives me the willpower to strive to see another dawn
To those who have shown me kindness
And only received a bark in return
Forgive me
It isn’t because of hatred
It is because of my leery, dubious and fearful nature
It is the only way I learnt how to survive
I am yet to trust the hands that have shown me no mercy countless times
I only ask you be patient with me
Be gentle with me until I no longer quiver at your touch
Until I can learn how to love and how to receive love
When that happens, I promise you my unequivocal love and loyalty
Just please don’t give up on me
They don’t believe the Earth is dying
Slowly, painfully, day by day
They think that money can fix the problems
For the few they admit, they sit and pray
They think money can fix the problems
Surgeries to make you thin
Pills to make you eat less
Cars to fit into the world’s newfound laziness
Politicians thinking they can just quit
Who are avoiding the whole issue
They say that they want to fix it
All want us to think they ‘think green’
Laziness is the new epidemic
Vaccines the new health food
When veggies cost more than cupcakes
You know this world is doomed
We’re stuck in a downward spiral
Laziness, asthmatics, childhood obesity…
What more do I need to say?
We brought this on ourselves, yet they don’t see
Factories on every corner
Driving to the corner and back
Gas guzzlers, smoke stacks, oil fires
They wonder why the sky is turning black
Las Vegas is the new Phoenix
And Michigan the Alaska
Hurricanes in January
Tornadoes in November
They turn a blind eye
Though we all know they see it
Money has all the answers
Let’s see the new cars in ’08
Give it ten years if that
Then maybe they’ll realize
The sorrowful mistakes they’ve made
They’ll be forced to open their eyes
We’re all doomed, you know?
It’s only a matter of time
Whether we freeze or we boil
Is a choice we all have to make
Stop the disaster now
If not that then slow
If we don’t do something today
Well, I think this you all know.
I am a stranger in an alien land,
Always searching for eternal youth,
Controlled by an aristocracy with
Little time for honesty and truth.
The food banks are booming
Hardly a state of joy and glory
As the world prepares to celebrate
That age old Nativity Story.
A season of conspicuous Consumption,
A time of reflection and celebration
Or a time of struggles to survive for
A growing proportion of our nation.
Being black, unemployed or sick
Nowadays the modern day sin
As the homeless sleep rough and
Scavenge from the waste food bin.
The privileged will celebrate
The Holy Virgin Birth
And turn a blind eye to
The fast warming earth
The sick will die untreated in
The growing A and E queue
Only the thickness of a payslip
Stops that being me or you.
All over this rich nation
The comfortable will give thanks
And turn a seasonal blind eye
To queues at the food banks.
The Sovereign from the palace
Will give the annual address
Closely watched and monitored
By the billionaire owned free press.
The Sally Army Christmas, kitchen
Will feed some of the masses
And so another year of repression,
With false bonhomie, slowly passes.
I become more and more an alien
In this my own native born land
My world has changed completely
To one I can no longer understand.
What temprate joy began with
Such afterglow took away
Once forensic dissertation
dismantling the evidence sends
When massaged vanity and
guily platitudes are subsidised
overcome by inertial reality
As fraud is replaced and integrity
lost
Pondering the cost of what was
gained was lost
And comes with no return policy
But speaking personally from the
here what right have i to complain
If yes that is my signature my
name undersigned in the contract
Was i not duty bound to have read
the small print before putting
pen to paper and held account responsible for my own actions
Because wanted it so much
a willing accomplice was i to be
turn a blind eye and overlook the lie
Until it was patently pointed out to
me that a hollow victory however
fleeting only lasts a while
But a stain is permanent and
remains on one's record for life
Sold for merely 30 pieces of
control
Which then became priceless
and unattainable to buy back
or own
Until it rears it's ugly head being
abused in some random advertising
advert campaign
The final insult nail in the coffin
thinking
What have i done
What did i do
Why couldn't i just have waited
Why was i not blessed with patience
Patrick O’Flanagan’s covert shenanigans
Make people ask where he gets to at night
There’s a perception that Patrick O’Flanagan
Visits a door with a glowing red light
What people don’t know about Patrick O’Flanagan
Is he has only one goal
Each night at ten to ten, visits his gran again
She does a dance with a pole
Old Ma O’Flanagan dances for Stan and Ben
Over in County Kildare
The nurses and carers all turn a blind eye
As Stan sticks his pension ‘down there’
Pat’s her announcer, he's also her bouncer
He keeps them old fellas in check
Old Ben can get frisky and that’s a bit risky
Unless he desires a sore neck
These is the rules says Patrick O’Flanagan
That shrivelled todger of yours
Grandma will make that old thing come awake again
And you place hard cash down her drawers
But Ben said those wrinkles don’t pep up our winkles
We only watch her to rehearse
For what we might see on the CCTV
When you nip out back with that nurse