Blindfold Poems

Blindfold

BLINDFOLD
I hear childrens voices
filled with laughter and noise,
hopscotched in endless streets,
mingling in sometime dreams.

I hear childrens laughter,
pitching above the hum drum,
of spectacled, so called carers all !
For your own good merchants.

I hear childrens tears falling,
In a rain storm of scary thunder,
beating a retreat in bricks and mortar.
Those merchants of care, no where.

I see the gaggle of childrens tongues,
burning in that mist of cordite,
spectators; comment do nothing.
Carers eyes burn in guilt and greed.

I see children, i see children, 
I see nothing, commiting to human!
In hells morning, in flames of religion,
I see dead children, i see nothing.

BLINDFOLD

Eye covering
Uncertain surprise
Beyond sight
No see through
Guess and wonder
Not knowing
Sometimes a capture moment
Uncertain
Feeling like a darkened curtain
The thought of caution
Careful vibe
Once the blindfold comes off
Surprise

Musing on the Death Penalty

A double murderer
Shot before a firing squad
Justice or revenge?

An eye for an eye
So, the old law book conveys
Punishment for sin

Society’s way
To rid town square of wrongs
Yet, death row awaits

The hangman stands by
The masses don’t know his name 
Pulls the trap door latch

The cycle repeats
With no real decrease in crime
No one ever wins 

Justice will make deals
With the guilty to win cases
Takes her blindfold off

Death for some killers
Others given terms or pleas
For the same offense

Lex talionis
The law of retaliation
Not meted out fairly

Blindfold Reverse

It keeps ticking my pain away 
this heart filled with sour gall
fading memories keep pace 
time speeds and slows like the sea 
crashing and flooding a single moment 
you’re chained and can’t get freed 
being whipped by maverick waves 
wanting to drown beside the cliffs 
bobbing up after every dive 
engulfed in a frozen snapshot 
wandering lost in a darkroom
haunted by sounds of long ago 
I sit my hands are a blindfold

Lady Justice

The blindfold I see
for the fairness we gain,
not one be distinct 
for the laws to remain,
but what of the chains
we have bound to our hand?
The scales of such weight
and the strength they command?

Were it mine to define
I would say it as such,
though sadly some wouldn’t 
agree with as much.
That this is the place 
where our senses collide,
our collectives of knowing 
where truth strains to hide.

Where the people shall bring
what they’ve seen and they’ve heard.
What they’ve touched and they’ve smelled, 
be it sane or absurd.
To protest the distaste 
of a tongue being used 
to act in bad faith 
through a trust in abuse.

There lay the knowledge 
of harm that’s been done 
tipping the scales 
to vantage for one.
In accordance of what 
we believe right and true,
this is how justice 
is served unto you.

For never shall merely 
the sole sense of seeing
be all that is used
to adjudicate being
Let the weight of our knowledge 
be put to the scales
lest to truth behind justice 
stays hidden and fails.

Blindfold

He laid a gentle kiss on her face as he synched his tie tightly over her eyes
He had special plans for her tonight
She didn’t recognize the voice that said “you’re all mine now”
Then the room began to fill with him like slow pouring sweet tea
His desire surrounded her
His touch covered her body
His lust was legion
He was they
And they were there to devour her

The Blindfold

He placed the blindfold carefully on her eyes as she traced her fingers on his skin
He pushed her hands away and laid a kiss on her face
The room began to fill with him like slow pouring sweet tea
His desire surrounded her
His touch covered her body
His lust was legion
He was they
And they were there to devour her

Corruption, the Blindfold

POET- Wilmot Benny Bullo
 
POEM- CøRrupTïøn, The blindfold

Blindfolded like that of the movie Bird box 
Our minds have been blindfolded, and at times I ask myself will corruption 
Which has been married to our nation and seek divorce be eliminated?

Integrity has become a thing of the past and has been laid down to rest since and it grave has never been decorated  with savouring colours but with colours of frustration

Corruption has rained in every part of the nation and our houses have been flooded to the roof 
Now we are homeless,and we roam the earth with tears

Killing anyone who stands in it way and leaving their families in tears and justice will never be served cause the doers are the investigators 

Hailing those corrupt leaders at the highest level and putting an end to those lives who fight against it like an animal 

We no longer see the positive things because our eyes are covered in dark by that endless blindfold and only God can save us from this agony

Untitled

at the other side of river 
are the stolen roots of healing-moon-giving trees 
left by wayward wind. 
my skin whispers—
wind is traversing to reach the corn field of druid 
for another robbery;
that it’s a good chance for me to be 
a thief and rejuvenate my lacerations-covered heart.
without blinking, 
i jump from bank to stepping stone  to  stepping stone
to stepping stone. 
[if i leave a stone unturned, stone wouldn’t
 wait to haunt me like guilty for( long/ ever) ] 
another jump— 
my right foot on the old  
stepping stone and i am
river’s sensuality. 
i am wet,
wet as mad hen, 
wet as mad hen.
wetness adds to the weight. i am heavy. my body 
is a loaded chariot without horses and charioteer. 
/* blindfolded blindfaith */

The Blindfold

Once upon a time, lived there a man
With anchored bed riding on waters still
But in surprise, wakes oft to troubled seas.
Pulled in and out by waves sudden and hard

He wakes oft with weary temper-stained hands.
Can only recall how he roared loudly
In a dream of the night with scenes groggy.
Now with scared heads bowed and hidden cuffed hands.

Other times he wakes with both eyes stolen
And legs in fierce chase of the next delight.
Climbing hoops and coins, then meets an endless height. 
Sorry shadows then trail his feet swollen.

Other days, he wakes up to meet new weights
A brooding list of paybacks to be done. 
This man like a skillful snake lies in wait
But suffers even more after the dealt struck.

Such sad lot just from him closing his eyes.
Only if he saw this shared dancing blue.
Only if he had the strength still to choose
Then he would have smiled as he opened his eyes.

Slipping Blindfold

jurisprudence -at the confluence of affluence and influence

Figurative Blindfold Painting

Under the paint, beneath the layers, 
Before the brush had arrived,
She was drawn all in grey, sort of straight lines, 
And she was bound to be blind,

There where all types of shades covering her world, 
Her world so vividly real,
Shades for the mystery to be secretly deep, 
Shades that would help us all feel,

Then the paint walked on in, taking over the scene, 
The paint in the darkest of black,
And filled all the spaces between all her lines, 
Filling her vague to abstract,

She began as a line beneath all the paint, 
Forever on this flat she is trapped,
Trapped by the hand of her dominant lover, 
With her eyes bound tight with a strap.

Blindfold

I’m blinded by malice and jealousy fills my soul

all the sinners are done with,mine ; the last show.

 

I blindfold twice around my head

no self-righteous man I might see

no truth, no law, no nice

no good shall pass through me.

 

I’m nothing but one echo

in this pool of millions serenading a whim

give it to God, it has been given

so sinners shall continue the sin.

 

I never seek the light ,

in the dreary corners of my heart

a closet full of nibbled carcasses,

hope, a sculptor’s best piece of art.

 

I sin in aggression, I sin in pain

then sinning with a  gin and tonic

and sinning becomes a game.

 

who father in heaven, if heaven might be

should banish me in hell for all eternity

for never is a man completely happy,

mortals do chase that unattainable win

 

Me, I’ve lost the fear of losing

some losing it has been

I fasten the knot behind my head

so sinners shall continue the sin.

Blindfold

I feel the sea washing over my pebbles
My sand, the flesh, faltering into
A great wash of darkness pouring over me
Like the spill of a vast ink well
It is two skies clashing like
Folds; a curtain. Shaded
And saved by a generous
Hand, blinding my eyes like
A mask. An all-giving blindfold
Passing for only a moment
Delicate as fresh snow
It reveals a secret. A new
World, refreshed and vibrant
Buzzing like bees in this great
Sea-swamped hive. It is a
Very simple pleasure.

_

The insomniac finally got some sleep! Not a full night, but sleep is sleep.

Blindfold

it's good when playing
pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey.
just don't walk the plank,
operate a vehicle,
or sign legal paperwork.

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