Poetry Blogs (Ignorance)
Jason Zane on Untitled (44 minutes ago)
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John Coopey on THE TRUE AUTHORSHIP OF THE PLAYS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (3 hours ago)
Dark are these times the world's gone mad,
Its all gonna end soon and I'm kinda glad,
As I sit here alone in a state of isolation,
The world has been deceived in a sea of indoctrination,
Oh how we've been lied to on a scale so grand,
It's hard to comprehend so let me help you understand,
MK Ultra, Paperclip, Nine-Eleven and Blue-beam,
There's so much deception that it feels like dream,
Tuesday 15th January 2019 7:50 am
It's blurry most times, my
bitter memories of a lonely
childhood on a leash my
head hung up on being loved
and accepted by anyone that
I never questioned
the world around me only
listened to the summary then
upon my realization of an
my burdens not real, fabricated
I'm out and not squashed
and hated these words with
not but still they ...
Tuesday 28th August 2018 9:20 pm
This piece comes from an exhibition of the work of celebrated Australian artist and sculptor Brett Whiteley. Parts of his enormous masterwork "Alchemy" can be found on the cover artwork of Dire Straits' album of the same name. A long-term drug user, he died in 1992 from a heroin overdose.
A metaphor for clear technique,
the Gallery (patrolled, secure,
Tuesday 9th January 2018 7:28 am
Who said reusable resources are a modern invention? Rubbish!
It's said that no-one should ever die wondering
on which road to travel, how not to go blundering
in dangerous places, when it's best to be pondering
why the rain plays its tricks, why there's no distant thundering. . . .
As the years pass us by we add to our history,
little by little we work out...
Saturday 28th October 2017 3:48 am
The food festival, be-tented nosh
oh my God, oh golly gosh.
Ambling up the cobbled street
crumbs and spillage about the feet,
the vicar, the drunk, the tart and cad,
“best yet we’ve ever had”
Traffic diverts around the town
Uber drivers chowing down,
homemade jam and handmade honey
industrial bees are worth our money.
Twice a year we worship this...
Sunday 1st October 2017 7:24 am
Your sure fire
absolute certainty of journey
route, sustenance, kit,
plans, patterns, foresight,
well thought through reports,
talks on survival skills;
led an expedition into a pit.
Your only hope is,
whilst executing your ideas,
they kept a little something back
to save themselves.
They scramble for air
in hope that there are safer paths.
You sit ...
Sunday 16th July 2017 8:31 am
He wondered when he might stop
when he might allow himself not to worry,
like a tide ignoring the moon
breaking the cycle of expectant nature.
Things happen, bad things,
what was it to anyone that he should care?
all succumb, all fail and die,
to postpone the inevitable with compassion,
No, enough now,
enough of this crusading,
for the be...
Thursday 4th May 2017 11:06 am
The delivery system avoided attention
abiding by rules laid down in convention,
but what stifled their breath and took it away
was the invisible death ingested that day.
The media pictures of a spluttering end
flashed round the globe designed to offend,
and something so small that the eye couldn't see
awakened a monster in the land of the free.
Sunday 9th April 2017 3:50 pm
Pylons, like join the dots for god,
stepping metalled tiptoes
over pond life and through the sod.
Linkedin for power sharing
tentacles course through walls,
they keep us warm and sheltered
they light our civic halls
Their younger care-free siblings
look down on them from high,
while out at sea unseen others
wave as ships pass by.
And higher st...
Thursday 23rd March 2017 5:32 am
You came and swept me off my feet
Before I even had the chance to breathe
I went in way too deep
You took me up a little too high
I never told you I couldn’t fly
And when you let go, I’ll meet the earth
Smashing; with gravity’s force
The stars in the sky
The stars in your eyes
All the bright lights made me blind
I promised myself, but look where I am
Wednesday 9th November 2016 4:25 am
The mothers dresses swirl
on evening’s breeze in perfumed air
while younger children twirl
spun proud by fathers, free of care
My chest is small though broad enough
to carry all I need
I’ll walk into the middle
a hundred souls to free
Step by step I enter
hair ruffled by joyous hands
and I have travelled far
too far to change their plans
Tuesday 23rd August 2016 7:00 am
An intermittent rotating light,
broken once in every cycle.
What’s out there?
Does it see danger?
Why is it not turning away?
these rocks will smash its hull,
does it see the light?
The light drives out the void,
yet, in its absence
the void comes closer.
A beacon built to warn,
in solid ground,
Sunday 7th February 2016 8:36 am
In this world in which
We are blind to what we will not see.
They haven't light.
We clash with great might.
One day I will get away
And walk this path not another day.
Saturday 28th March 2015 10:46 pm
My latest entry was inspired by a debate I had with some friends recently.The basic principle of this was the theory that you would be happier uneducated than if you knew everything. The theory that Ignorance is bliss.
So enjoy the poem and if you would like to comment your thoughts on the subject then please do.
To Unknow is to dream
Knowledge is p...
Monday 29th October 2012 12:54 pm