Short Blinkers Poems
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A horse with blinkers
To avoid the distractions
On the road to dreams.
Knowing others were chosen
He races on, unbroken
A great cook is one who wears blinkers
With recipes one never tinkers
There are a few
Who dare and do
But results are usually stinkers
When changing from lane to lane;
I want to make it real plain,
Signals are not an accessory;
They are a necessity.
Please use them. Thanks
Form:
They still label us as gipsies and tinkers
but it is them with the blinkers
everyone is a migrant
and our culture is vibrant
let us not forget about Treblinka
23rd February 2021
Limerick : Once a young Opera Fan of Wagner’s
Once a young Opera Fan of Wagner’s
Sat out the Ring Cycle in blinkers
House chockful at the start
Such silence: heard no fart
Came out gray-haired and wailing bonkers.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Under the Clown's Hypocrite's Masquerade of Virtue.
When is the patting on the back to end?
False truth is out in public world and penned.
Based on deception stupors,
fools spellbind with horse blinkors
don't see the deeper deceit, or pretend.
12/28/2017
blinkers
clutching
my pillow
from first
to second base
racing into third
fourth then fifth
freely speeding
yet not meeting
expected
expectations
stripping gears
shifting down
pistons beating
radiantly steaming
switching off
high beams
now to
broken
down
blinkers
blinking
dimming
giving into
a dead battery
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Envision if you will
how your tunnel vision
denies sharing, context and scope.
Your ambit roundabout whirls in blinkers
denies entry with right-of-way blocks
as you go round and round
spinning endlessly in the dark
on a roundabout game in the park.
Your circumspect vision funnelled
down tunnel into your black id hole.
Human problems can be solved, with everyone getting involved
Total change has to be done, or we all, will end up gone
Get rid of this evil money or it won’t end up sunny
It’s not much of a life, with us ending up in strive
We need some logical thinkers, and not those who were blinkers
because humans seem to be blind, with all this money on our mind
Time to rest,
laying sound and ponder,
my mind will race and wander,
blinkers on, blinkers off,
time to turn my emotions off.
Mind, body and soul,
to each district my mind roll,
soul to soul as I go,
uplifting and peace,
but that districts a no no.
Oblivious to the carnage,
my good name may now be tarnished,
time for mind, body and soul to resolve,
the many reasons,
that make me want to evolve.
You say it's not fair
but why are you
in this moment
in this space
now?
Choices you make
is all it is
circumstance you say
and a higher power
the devil made you do it
the decision was yours
suck it up
take it like a man
or a woman
are you here now
in leadership for
the wrong reason ?
burnt out you say
short vision
and blinkers on
is the trouble
more often than not
these days
stuck in a rut?
HAIKU
early morn… wet grass
teardrops… unrequited love
bad human nature
~
eyes… begging… love me
you… me… down true loves path
natures one-way street
~
emotions… passions
natures desire… new life
continuity
~
human nature
to reason… look both ways
remove your blinkers
~
why all the fighting
discrimination rife
new life… make love… peace
~
natures talking
understand its dilemma
let live… or suffer
The horse is dead but the parade is live and well
Kick the bucket an romance the smell
Hook,line ,sinker the blinkers busted
Jesus saves the flavor
Is the craver to be trusted
Money, pleasure along with plastic little ponies
The evening seduces as grapes crush the holy
Not acting normal is starting to effect
Broken heart`s are bleeding broken from the wreck
Years wasted spent drowning me in dares
Plastic little ponies are the only ones whom care
I reach for the mayo last night
Too late I realize it’s not right
Out of the fridge door
And onto the floor
The lid was placed on, but not tight
I like to spread jam on my toast
One thing irritates me the most
In the jam jar I find
Food debris left behind
Clean your knife between jars, that’s gross
While driving the highway we sail
But something I see without fail
Blinkers flashing for miles
And I think all the while
Are they turning into the guardrail?