Long Blindness Poems

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Cotton fields of hell in 1826.

Just touch these hairs in the back of my neck
i will see your face and pray you are just the last 
next to my bed, here you are reaching out,
stop touching me i am not yours!!

Take your clothes off and come to bed!
don't be so shy you are a good buy,
not as expensive as free  voices,
 not as cheap as kiss without thick lip,
color is my choice my blindness doesn't know.

Who are you let me touch your wrist
thin or thick i don't care at all who are you,
can i hear your voice just one time,
yes master I'm all yours let this be the lesson,
mute i might be, deaf it is what you are.
This is what the dream is all about,

if you scream i know because i can feel,
go ahead put your hand on my lips,
count the words on by one,
it feels like the first time,
white on black in the cotton fields.

Will anyone be responsible, 
who will pay, the scars are too deep,
another 200 hundred years,
maybe than justice will prevail
until then mute it is my best pill.


Premium Member Steppin' Out

Steppin’ Out
            by Odin Roark

Enjoin your instrument
Lift from enclosure dark
Your Moonlight Sonata
Needs some street funk

Travel
Atop leather soles
From four walled safety
Yeah
Let your dog walk you
That’s okay
Out into the unknown
Ears perked

Feel the walk
Listen…

Jack hammer percussion
Taxi horns the accent
The subway beneath
The lulling adagio

Step out

Tires over steel covers
Bump
Tang
Ummph

Your dog quiet
Other dogs barking
Yeah
Synergy

Windows bleed chaos
Fights
Celebration
Music
Rock
Mozart

Yes

The coming together
Open
Love it
It’s you

Let Fido guide
He knows
Nothing gonna harm you


Absorb

Back to the four walls
Some water for Fido
Some bourbon for you

The keyboard
The recall
Harmonic layers
Captured by earsight

Ah

That smile
Nothing like this blindness
Imbibing all the inspiration
Such sublime release
© Odin Roark  Create an image from this poem.

Janette

Janette, 
right in front of me 
I see a face of regret and two eyes
that have been captivated by blindness;
Janette,
admit your guilt and accept the reality,
stop being selfish and silly...
be humble like me!

Janette,
in my presence, you reveal little joy;
have I denied you passionate kisses?
And if a hug is too little to make you happy,
what else can I give besides tenderness?  
Janette,
are you the same woman 
who had strong feelings for me?
Who has betrayed our trust and pretends to be
as faithful as you should be?
Aren't you surprised by my disdain?

Janette,
don't shake your tree,
nothing will fall out...
you have taken it all in stride
with one breath of greed,
and watching me bleed
you feel no sympathy for me;
Janette,
yesterday we fell madly in love, and tomorrow looked bright;
today, we're falling out of love and we're hurting our pride!
Form: Lyric

The Rise of the Silent

The rise of the silent
We have come all the way from the darkness, 
The one wise men call blindness.
With axes, hoes, we are paving the way,
And our hands aren’t down until there is a way.
We aren’t scared of the lions that roar,
We are the fearless hunters of justice and liberty, 
The seekers of equality and humanity:
The quests our old folks failed to complete.

We shall go up in the sky;
We shall dig deep into the ground,
We shall break all the rocks, 
We shall go beneath the lakes,
We shall set flames in the wilderness,
We shall bring mountains down.

Steeply the hill we are riding;
Stony the road we are walking
Dark the forest we are hiking
Far the home we shall arrive
 For we are like soldiers marching to the war,
With the only one command to go
To the deadly field of woe
We have left our fears of terror behind
To rescue the captives of injustice
To fight for what our folks fought for
And all our heroes died for.

Now let light fight the darkness;
Let the speakers fight the speechless,
Let the dead and the live march to the battle field
Let us sow the seeds we were left with to sow
Let shackles on every man’s hands break
Let every foot rise and stand
Let every mouth rise and speak
Let every tongue speak justice and liberty
Let justice rise and live for eternity
Let the voices be hard from Bwera to Busia
From Mutukula to Amuru
Lift every voice and cry justice.

Regrets

love is so hard to requite
when sin has killed desire
where there was once a desprite need
now the smoke of an extinguished fire
the empire where there was a throne
that sparkled with streets of gold
crumbled into disrepair
a slum of dry rot, mildew and mold
love was an idol truely a god to behold
a million promises to ones self
over and over told
dilusions of grandure 
and hopes that lured the way
a blindness created 
that explained iniquities away
an unselfish giving as love would endure
a life style of living 
with a dream soundly secured
writen in stone this thing so pure 
proteceted by my love so sure
until that day...


Premium Member Magic Beans

Wow, it happened at a moment when I was most lonely
I walked all alone in the woods, feeling so sorry
Sorry to see around me, so much of blindness
So much of desire for the unnecessary

When, oh how lovely
I felt like I had been blessed
A pouch it was, a pouch of magic beans
Glistening, glowing, sparkling in the dark woods

Was I dreaming, did I wonder
Could it surely be true, that which I see now
Magic beans?
Of what use would they be anyhow

Surely the story of Jack and the giants could not be true
Why would anyone fall for this kind of joke
But I did take the beans home
Slept and dreamed of the other kingdom

While all that time, my dog fooled around
So much that a few beans fell on the ground
Rolled out of the house
And got buried deep in the soil

The next morning, I did see a gigantic tree
One just like in the magical story
Wasted I not one second
I climbed up, eager to see what does lie beyond

I climbed for ages, my arms got worn out
Tired, ready to let go, I did put on a pout
Thirsty, hungry, I thought I would die
Lamenting at my own fate, I started to cry

When at that moment, came to my aid
Caring and loving robots
They put me in their vehicle
And took me up, there, in the world worthy of being a miracle

Would you believe it, 
I was given such a treat
I was pampered
Fed and my body repaired

A lovely world it was, filled with clean air
No smoke, no pollution, no death
Robots lived on, being their own masters
Robots who cared not to conquer our world

A peaceful world, with no work required
Life consisted of rest, play and food
Life there was I had always desired
Life there was so good

Flowers filled up every nook and crook
Clear rivers flowed by
Robots did show me how to have fun
It was a world I did fall in love with

I was brought to the King of them all
He did ask me to stay in his world
A guest I was, a most loving one
I was to be well entertained

His offer I did accept
The magical tree I did break
With some cuts here and there
As better it is to breathe in fresh air

The world known as Earth I soon forgot
I lived on, till came my end
My soul was taken and put in a robot
And I lived there, forever and ever!

Anoucheka Gangabissoon
7th January 2015
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Chronos

Time pieces used to have hands and smiling faces
          precision wheel works springs and faithful charm

They honoured pace velocity and bouncing stride
         never faltered as long as one took a moment to rewind

When the midnight hour comes today maybe it’s too late
	to see the whole-some picture a whole twelve hours
of day and night and to cherish the ticking clock of two
	full circles a string of moments life and final judgement

‘Live in the moment’ they say but the past is the future
	the present only conveys meaning when written complete

This script does not wish to embrace nostalgia for its
	own sake does not seek doom and tomb of modern rush
yet when all things are said and ultimate impermanence strikes
	a gong a melody served a reminder of finite mindfulness

Today flow is computerized extinction’s gloom it passes unnoticed
 	when numbers on the scale of time revere the God of tempo
as grimace and façade of crunching microchips and silicon
	and macro megalomaniac blindness beckon in destruction

As a blip on the map of evolution we humans tend to forget
	that we are mere keepers of the planet that doomsday is a real
possibility not despite but because of our allegiances with speed
	the masters of money greed delusion and questionable innovation

An old-fashioned timer would at least demonstrate at face value
	right at the top and undeniably apparent that there is a pivot
a critical mass a point of no return once we forget what time is all about

I bear no watch myself but on this day I shall draw a happy face on my wrist
	will rest reflect and tag my mind with beauty two minutes before midnight


06th February and the clock is ticking

Premium Member Wake Up My Eyes

Wake up my eyes from blindness wake up
Wake up my very sleepy eyes wake up
Angel of death's mean is to life put trust
Wake up my eyes from blindness wake up
Wake up my very sleepy eyes wake up

They open doors of skies
Pour mercy water to universe
Reserve heaven gardens to ones who pray at dawns 
Wake up my eyes from blindness wake up
Wake up my very sleepy eyes wake up

They wake up at the dawn all birds
Start praising Lord with own tongues
Say word of testament, trees mountains and stones
Wake up my eyes from blindness wake up
Wake up my very sleepy eyes wake up

Beware do not be deceived, mortal this globe
Being arrogant do not lean on throne and crown
Do not rely on saying seven climates are mine
Wake up my eyes from blindness wake up
Wake up my very sleepy eyes wake up

It is me your slave Murad forgive my fault
Forgiving my fault let you my sins be covered
Resurrect me at the bottom of Prophet's starboard
Wake up my eyes from blindness wake up
Wake up my very sleepy eyes wake up

Written by Ottoman's Sultan Murad Third
Translated by Onur Ünlü
© Onur Unlu  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Feral Hearts

Whereas hearts are led by loving's blindness
and feral moans drift idly on the wind
rendering those stricken deaf and mindless
their voyage - sweet beginning of no end

Full sails, distant horizons, cresting seas
winds rippling the canvas short of gale
a shiver of timbers - buckling of knees
a crumbling of vows they wouldn't let fail

Yet hearts encompass a passion - a will
to scream at the night - to curse their own tears
to challenge the wind until it goes still
to cherish the mast - to conquer love's fears

The taming of the feral heart must be
to love and in the loving set it free


10/4/2020

Love Sonnet Poetry Contest
Form: Sonnet

Oh What a Time

Then Peter said unto them, Repent, and be baptized every one of you in the name of Jesus Christ for the remission of sins, and ye shall receive the gift of the Holy Ghost. For the promise is unto you, and to your children, and to all that are afar off, even as many as the Lord our God shall call. And all that believed were together, and had all things common; and sold their possessions and goods, and parted them to all men, as every man had need. And they, continuing daily with one accord in the temple, and breaking bread from house to house, did eat their meat with gladness and singleness of heart, praising God, and having favour with all the people. And the Lord added to the church daily such as should be saved.
Acts 2:38?-?39?, ?44?-?47 KJV
   


What a time this would have been
In seeing this is how God intended
In this takes the receiving of the Holy Ghost
So,  why if one knew the truth would reject this.
What a beautiful world this would be
But it takes dying to the lust of worldly things
Through the Holy Ghost dwelling within
Myself, was going against God in blindness
In my time I have seen many conform 
To what this world would have them be
Instead of what I see now 
As what God was was molding.
To hear many say I don't fit in.
One, should rejoice if God has revealed this
For we don't want to be conformed to this world
But renewing of the mind and heart
Through the Holy Ghost conforming 
Unto a Child of God
Just trying to bring awareness
Through the love of mankind
 God has placed within,
One might find it hard in church
To see the love of God
But His presence within is where we seek
If one can not see it in another and gets discouraged 
Shine it out for another that is seeking 
God wants to live, walk and talk with us all.
But this world in a whole is rejecting 
The Holy Ghost is not limited to a race
But when entering the race taught of man 
Is vanished with a new love for all
We are far more alike then most see
In Christ, One Accord and Harmony

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