Long Blinder Poems
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Locked in the largest room of the palace,
you live days in dire existence,
sunshine caresses you with sun rays,
breeze makes you breathe life;
anything at the swish of a wand is
given to you, lonely princess of Wales!
He has no loyal blood in him,
and as many children as you desire,
He can give you-at least two.
A boy who looks exactly like him,
a girl as gorgeous as you...
he can feel inside you'll be his.
Your jealous Queen, can scream her brain out
and tell you, " I don't like that bodyguard is a joker;
he's too poor and childish, he thinks he's another prince,
but he has nothing to give you...stay in your room,
silly Rapunzel! He won't ever climb to this balcony:
your hair is too short and brittle! How can he do that? "
You'll try to convince her that he is a great guy,
" But mom, he loves me more than anybody! "
" Love without money is a tree without fruit!
Riches can buy many jewels! You're the next Queen!
Her anger will shout her up and all will turn to gloom...
while he waits outside and freezing he rubs his red hands.
Her slickness won't last, she must have a weak spot;
if he courts her with his boyish charms, she'll become soft
and forget that a pretty princess adores him and woos him.
" I got her on my strings...she'll be my animated puppet!"
Infatuation can be blinder than love; he will get her very drunk,
and have her thinking for a minute that she can have him!
The princess and the bodyguard hug; they laugh aloud...
while the Queen sleeps on the sofa and snores, " She's too drunk,
let her sleep for hours; we are going to elope and live happily!
Ah! Such an unfair and vain mother she is! She'll realize that
even money isn't everything...if love palpitates in the heart! "
Try out his trick: be that bodyguard who outsmarted
the Queen and if you get lucky, you must thank him "
Pick: Rapunzel
Written on 2/2/2016
I couldn't find her, oh, where did she go?
Energetic young woman, that I used to know
She'd once had her hair always done at the mall
She'd answer the phone any time one should call
I looked through her home where I knew
I should find her
It seemed Darker than once, though,
My eyes are now blinder...
I stepped into the dismal and yellowed hall's light
A woman stood staring, and we both jumped with fright
I drew in a quick breath, for soon I could see
An odd recognition, familiar to me
I took a step closer; she took one as well,
The woman I'd sought...?
If so? She looked like hell.
Then both our fists flew,
With one piercing shout....
She crumbled to pieces...
Bloody mirror... Thrown out!
Written: June 25, 2023
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April noises and dawn heart roused me,
A symphony of awakening, yet I felt misery.
Confusion lingered such a cloud in my mind.
Yet I still desire morning comfort, which I find.
Spring sounds in the fall are a marvel to behold.
Life's wonders amaze me; my spirit is untold.
Youth, such as spring, filled with vibrant cheer,
But the forties, a season of alter, draw near.
The wind blows a flower without paean or reason.
Summer's honey-laden fruit recalls life's cannily reunion.
Such as poet's song, I crave secrecy and the unknown.
To accept the necessity, my impatience has outgrown
Today, I seek patience—the art of waiting.
In this need, bending of cosmos is dimly creating.
With spry passion, your eyes perceive stillness.
As mind unravels a mystery, an avowal to life's richness.
Beauty defined my universe, and ugliness was despised.
But mild years have lifted the veil and opened my eyes.
What I deemed nasty and odious, a blinder on my sight,
Wool in my ears, blocking out the unfamiliar light.
As a child, I loved flowers; their innocence was so pure.
But now I view their thorns, guarding their allure.
Without protection, they would wither and die.
A reminder that innocence needs to be fortified.
"Winter is a thief," I declared as a child.
robbed the earth of her sun-woven garment, leaving her wild.
Now that I grasp the sense of rebirth and rejuvenation,
The wind ripped away the aged, giving a fresh creation.
"How elfin am I?" I pondered in my youth's naive bliss.
Grasping the sun and stars is within reach—a divine kiss.
Age has brought my youth closer, bridging the gap.
The size of aloneness weighs little—just a faint tap.
In my youth, the moon and tides held sway.
Controlling my every move, guiding the way.
But now that I stand firm on this strand of life,
Roots seek the earth's heart, reaching for rife.
Can you have whatever you want?
When what you want is what God wants
then yes
You have to prepare your heart
You have to make sure that is what you want
And that whatever you want is only what God wants
Just like everything else He wouldn't give it to just anybody
Your heart has to be right with God
And that is a sincere desire from you
God judges and knows your heart
So don't think you can put a blinder on Him
You will see once it is what you want
And He gave it to you
Even an ice cream cone - you will find that your foot and your steering wheel
find a way
I wouldn't tell you something that I haven't known already
You would find that you don't want a lot of things
And before you want it you will find that He says "no"
- so you don't have a chance to want it
It does not come in one day
It is a whole process
But if that is what you want
- press on
I am not speaking to everybody
But only to a selected few
If that is what you want - go for it
There is no point to convince the critics
Because those will not get what they want anyway
Because THAT is what they believe
But you go on
Good sight and good luck
Gangster
Gangster, Gangster, ruthless cold-blooded killer,
Destroyer of life, take no prisoner for bountiful gain.
Business Man, Protector, racketeer of feared innocents,
Taking what you will, secured with violence and pain.
Who are you, what are you, who gives you the right,
Building Empires, from untold misery and blood.
Strong of character, fearing nothing and no one,
Victims revenge is weak and will do them no good.
Persecutor, executioner, henchmen do your bidding,
How can a small, malevolent Man, gain such command?
How many will stand together, to take him down,
None I fear, his domination has infected your land.
Gangster, Mobster, hoodlum or plain villain,
Are you a Capone, Luciano, a Blinder, Mafia or Triad?
Will your name be remembered in glorious infamy?
Or simply a cruel hearted crook gone mad.
Will the children of today,
when they are old, look back
and say, as we do now, that
times have really changed?
Will they mean it in the same way
that we mean it now? Will they,
in future, all remark, as we
do now, how slow the pace of life
once was and how fast, now,
it has become?
Abandoning their games,
reshaping minds, will they better
understand than we have
understood that not all
all-too-rapid change is good?
Will they be fairer than we are --
cling to real, not bogus, values --
to their own unadulterated,
kinder truths.
Will justice be much fairer, blinder --
and, to repeat, much kinder --
then than now? Let us
try to steer the way so that they
may not, in future, do
as we do now.
I love this one beautiful girl
Who has my heart in a swirl
Her brown eyes shine like golden honey
She laughs at things that aren't even funny
Her heart is three times too big for this world
Her smile shines like a perfect pearl
I love this one beautiful girl
But I can't show my love for her
At least not without causing a stir
You say this love I feel isn’t there
That these feelings are empty as air
You say that my love is broken and doomed
And that anger and hatred have me consumed
But I know this love I feel is definitely real
And I’m sorry if my love doesn't fit your appeal
And if I’m truly doomed
Then I’d gladly go down with you
Because this love is realer than your hate
And I know what I am thinking isn't straight
And that is because love is blind
But sadly that isn't in your mind
So I am in love with this girl
Who has my heart caught in a whirl
And no I don’t care that I am a girl too
Because love is blinder than you
an orange is an
orange it says
what it is
but i'm being
led on by
blinder covered
eyes trying to
catch my own
kind of
orange
i'm not a
rib cage
showing future
smelling
of glue
horse
or
a borage leaf
long earred
mule
nor an donkey
correctly
i am an
ass
but
still only trying
to catch that
which dangles
before
me
though not
knowing if
i go around
in circles the
same stomping
grounds as a child
but now older but what
if it's that myth the grand
if of all ifs that no longer can
sit
it needs to
be propped
up but can
no longer
prosper
as once
the
great
american
dream
Form:
A Turning Point In Life Is Equality
Writings in a Black Perspective....
The day will come when all will be the same color
The mingling with the neighbor
Just like it was in the beginning
No one will have a rainbow blinder
Harriet Tubman, born a slave
Devoted to save
Those that wanted freedom
Not sold or enslave
Jackie Robinson was given a rough time
For being black in all white baseball teams, in his prime
Couldn’t not sleep or dine with his teammates
At anytime
Rosa Parks sat in the front
Of the designated black section, indignant
She refused to give her seat to a white passenger.
She was arrested for the incident
I went through life suffering racial discrimination
So I harden my soul because of rejection
A turning point in life is equality
And our salvation
3/16/2015
Sarah, for your birthday, I do not want to ruin the surprise,
So put on your mask, and here is a blinder to cover your eyes.
I will give you hints as we get on our private fumigated plane.
Of course your mother is waiting, and she will do the same.
We will have a menu that has Belgium chocolates I can't hide.
They will be scrumptiously delicious, and taste juicy inside.
You may order hot chocolate with a shot of caramel and Nutella.
There will be some pretty hot guys, and maybe a particular fella.
Please do not guess yet, watch your feet as I guide you up the steps.
There are protein shakes, brownies, flavored lattes, sprinkled flecks.
An extra shot of expresso? I do not see why not, Sarah Dear.
Yes the destination café might be coming abundantly clear.
Sit beside your mother and do not guess out loud.
She has told me all about you; she is insanely proud.
No doubt there will be scones, muffins, and a sandwich of the day.
Come on pilot, get the engine started. We are ready to play!