Short Blinders Poems
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Going through life with blinders
causes great sorrow within
the beauty seen with our eyes,
a glimpse of Heaven
God carved him from his finest cloth.
He gave and gave.
They drank his broth.
Most unaware of what was given,
with blinders on they kept on living.
The thirst for power
And control has change
The country, the rules and
The rule book has been
Thrown out of the window
Now the blinders are off
Stepping off the ledge,
out of the fog
—I cast my fate
As time again dared,
all blinders off
—the hour late
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
shake off the blinders
shatter your shameful shackles
shape your destiny
i see dreams thirst for freedom
and a soul plead for release
AP: 3rd place 2021
Stepping off the edge
and into the fog,
—I cast my fate
As time then dared
all blinders off,
—the hour late
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
quite tears unnoticed
eggshells crack under my feet
purple, black bruises
nagging guilt blinders
never-ending loneliness
fantasy love bond
6/15/2016
A beautiful girl is a symphony by Brahms
A melody by Mozart that will calm
A sweet reminder
Even with blinders
Between us, there is no such thing as a wall
Hurtling up steps
scaling the heights
Steaming ever onward
no end in sight
Remove the blinders
dear friend, anticipate
each moment ~
ere it alights
No need to be good
when chasing the great
The moral imperative
deludes and conflates
With blinders on horses
we ride through the fray
Our eyes on tomorrow
— in search of today
(Dreamsleep: May, 2024)
If you do not remember this granny squared poncho
Then you are a poser
And you never lived in the seventies
Or you never crocheted
Or you lived the seventies with blinders on
And a mop bucket upside down over your eyes
Shallow individuals
Hollow minds
Tough fronts
Do as I say, not as I do
Hearts of ice
Exponential drama
Walking thru life with blinders on
Militant policy
Lose, lose environment
Finger pointing
No accountability
Average workplace?
This cold scheduled grey life
Has me so on point and on task
The tunnel vision is nauseating
The horse blinders debilitating
Want for what, wish for who
An existence built to hypnotize
Time coerced me into being
Unapologetically institutionalized
See no truth,
Hear no truth,
Speak no truth.
Follow the leader.
Don’t look to either side
Or you might see
In the mirror
Of your own making
Your cowardice,
distortions, self-absorption,
lies, and poor judgment.
Keep the blinders on.
Follow the leader
over the cliff.
I rode a painful trail,
because not doing so curtailed
Biting hard on Areion’s bit,
all else in life assailed
With blinders on I forged ahead,
whose route my will complied
Its ledges steep, all fear below
—my destiny astride
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)
she put blinders on so she would not see
bullying, sarcasm or hypocrisy
wanting to keep her optimism high
she left negativity for another guy
Much easier now to stay upbeat
her life is better, a bit more sweet
she never watches the evening news
It might bring her mood down from ten to two
The lighting, it was over-bright
Yet, undisturbed was the darkness.
Hanging from rafters high above
Lurking in corners, still unseen.
The Lighting now, ever so pure
Waited for this soul's remarkness,
"I cannot see...I cannot see...
Oh Lord, take the blinders from me" !
First Line Prompt - 2
There is a place that I can hide in...
Its a world that holds past sins...
With walls that let me scream...
With no doors that close on dreams...
Where judgement comes from the heart...
With no blinders to slow my start...
A safe place I can step in and out of...
Where mistakes die, and there's only love...
The sharpest sight may blind become
All prejudice left behind
When wisdom's tongue becomes dumb
No mercy shall we find
Justice too does sometimes peak from
'round her tattered blinders
When scales are tipped, she then cries out
As freedom slowly binds her
~Christopher Thor Britt
walking my eyes
with her legs
finding paradise
is shaved
shaded by
shades worn
and blinders
on both sides
i find by reading
the braille bumps
of your breasts
pezones express
so much then much
much more of
what i can
digest
but wonder of
the greatest
success of
the one who
thought of
selling sun
glasses to
the blind
Form:
On my last nerve
Lately everything
You say and do gets
On my last nerve
Why is is now starting
To bug me so the way
You are used to not
Even chare how you
Acted used to not
Even recognise how
Much of a complainer
You were but not its
As if the blinders are
Off and I realize everything
That I used to be able
To ignore
Frantic hours; stumbling around in the dark...
Ignoring gentle whispers in your stubborn ears...
A coward; surrendered.. Cornered by your fears...
Always longing for the ocean, or some quaint memory...
With blinders firmly attached, seeing what you wanted to see...
But you cried out to me one fateful night...
And through your tears, you finally found your light...
You look so beautiful
So angelic
So majestic
I could never take that away from you
So I may as well stop trying
You look so beautiful
So perfect
So pure
But you don't think of yourself this way
None of us think of ourselves this way
You look so beautiful
So radiant
So free
Just take the blinders off your eyes
And see how close we truly are
To each other
I always thought I was a good person.
Thought I was thought-full.
Empathetic but just.
Kind but careful.
But you showed me the monster,
That hears screams but wears blinders.
Where pragmatism grinds against the degradation of a dream.
And where time lost creates a river too wide to cross.
I live here now with her, with me.
And bury a fire slowly with coals and sand.
People are afraid of what
they can’t understand
themselves most often assured
In the depths of their wandering
a voice cries out
a voice too close to ignore
People will bolt from that thing
that pursues
that thing that augurs to chase
With blinders on tight
and running in vain
—to flee what they’ll never escape
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)