Best Ignorance Is Bliss Poems
gambolling spring lamb
eating lush grass in fields
soon to be dinner
29th April 2015
… where ignorance is bliss, / ‘Tis folly to be wise.
Informed about the choices—
the mainstay o’ adulthood—
we often smother voices;
in good stead they have stood.
Grapple with, analyse
a destination grim:
a web of intrigue; lies
which we quote verbatim.
Some opportunities
present itself to us
with practicalities.
We often wish to cuss,
but many chances missed
in pursuit of prize.
Where ignorance is bliss,
‘tis folly to be wise.
The quote is from the final stanza of Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College, by Thomas Gray (1716–71).
This is an example of gnomic poetry.
Ignorance Is Bliss
Here in Malaysia things are happening and citizens are rather concerned..
Besides the regular petty crimes and stories of the juicy kind ...
For the past year or so, this country has been embroiled in the 1MDB story.....
Then there is the matter of Goods Service Tax applied across the country...
Some folks are relatively unconcerned despite paying their income tax..
Hey, people! With the snowballing effects from Goods Service Tax....
Plus scandals galore involving the country and her deminishing wealth....
Everybody suffers, not just you and me, everyone you meet...
Of course some smarter one are even making more money...
Going by the government, it is just too bad it is not you or me....
And our ex PM is trying to do good despite his advanced years....
Not doing anything while he was PM and Najib was merely up and coming...
A case of trying to close the barn doors after the horses have bolted...
Crying bloody murder only when he found that the PM has a mind of his own...
Now that he is a PM, Najib is in power and looks to be in control...
Despite the many swirling accusations chipping away his reputation...
The PM is firmly in control and cries out it is all political prosecution...
On the ground, no wonder things are getting worse for the people..
The escalated cost of living with GST and large scale profiteering..
Depressed petroleum and rubber prices, we Malaysians are in trouble....
With accusing fingers being pointed at the PM from ruling government ...
And so much vitriol and regular negative news about this goverment....
Local news today are not worth reading for being so depressing...
And with the current political cat fighting, each political news is sickening...
Maybe one can play ignorant and be unconcerned for Ignorance is Bliss...
Malaysia Boleh.....
Ignorance is bliss a cliche we often hear
Do people really believe this to be true
Without full and complete understanding
It could turn into quite the issue
Ignorance equals arrogance is what I believe
And assuming is not to confirm
That's being to arrogant to investigate
Which to some is a real concern
If indeed it's not confirmed
Then relaxation can not be obtained
For a complete state of relaxation
Nothing should be left unexplained
To gain an explanation
And let relaxation be attained
Perform a proper investigation
So your ignorance can not be blamed
To be blissful one would have to be relaxed
One can't relax knowing something's untrue
That often heard common cliche
Ignorance is bliss says who?
Written 3 April 2016
Judged 7 April 2016
Chris lived in the folds of duality
Was told to ‘sort out’ sexuality
But he buried his head
In the water instead
Refusing to face life’s reality.
Ignorance is bliss
They say
There was a time
I would disagree
Believing in transparency
Being the key
I’m older now
Wiser
I understand
That sometimes you can’t walk away
And so you determine
That what you don’t know
Can’t hurt you
If you turn a blind eye
And play the fool
And believe…
That ignorance is bliss
You build for yourself an ideal world
Of peaches and cream
And sweet comfy dreams
Swearing by trust and honesty
Fidelity and monogamy
A world where affairs of the heart
Are unheard of
A world where you never have to wonder
Why he’s late again
Or why that trip took so long
If the one who admires him
Who strokes his ego
Is just being nice or
If she’s already stolen his heart
You don’t have to wonder
If that’s you reflected in his eyes
Or someone else that he’s making love to
While you give him every inch of yourself
Body and soul
And even more
Hoping
It’s enough
Ignorance is bliss
Ignorance is…..bliss
Becomes the mantra
You say over and over
Reminding yourself….
That truth might demand change
That truth might bring separation and pain
Might change your status quo
Push you out of your cocoon of complacency
Might hurt the ones you love
Ignorance is bliss
BLISS
As you wipe away a tear
And you cry yourself to sleep
Because you know…
You know way too much to still pretend
That ignorance is bliss.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Ignorance is bliss.
So you want to keep me in igorance
Keep me in a mist
So when I get paid
I get blitzed
So you want to keep me in ignorance
I am of no importance
Daily ways, daily trance
Battered, exposed, no utterance
So you want to keep me in ignorance
My root now my branches
My head detached
My soul departed
You eat the food
I plant the grain
And we repeat this
Time and time again
So they keep us in ignorance
Not knowing which part to play
No ways, no means, no guidace
Strife, heartache, pestilence
Once you learn to know
Another seed will grow
Branches bearing the harvest
With a future of certainty
Clearing clouds of dubious gaits
Ushering in a new dawn.
I met a man the other day,
His clothing was so fine,
His smile was quite infectious,
And his manner warm and kind.
He said that he had been to schools,
Of great import and stature.
He said he'd studied all the laws,
Of Mankind and of Nature.
He spoke as though he knew for sure,
The destiny of Man;
But then he said to my dismay,
"There is no God or plan."
He said his schools had taught him that,
There is but one conclusion,
The law of all creation just,
Goes back to evolution.
I thank my God in Heaven now,
That I was lowly born,
And never went away to school,
And learned to laugh and scorn,
The One who always loved me most,
And gave me all I need.
Lord, let me stay the way I am,
That I may never lead,
The kind of life,
This man has lived,
And share his destiny.
"IF ANYONE PUBLICLY ACKNOWLEDGES ME AS HIS FRIEND, I WILL OPENLY ACKNOWLEDGE HIM BEFORE MY FATHER IN HEAVEN; BUT IF ANYONE PUBLICLY DENIES ME, I WILL DENY HIM BEFORE MY FATHER IN HEAVEN."
Matthew 10:32
"THE WORLD'S SIN IS UNBELIEF IN ME."
John 16:9
I have not read your holy book , so don't know how you can hate
I have not heard your preachers preach or entered into a debate
I have not let my heart love deteriorate
My ignorance is my bliss
I have not read your manifesto, I believe in live and let live
I have not heard you speak in parliament, so don't know what lies that I will have to forgive
I have not let my mind be corrupted so your lies will not thrive in me
My ignorance is my bliss
I have not joined your business, my labour is worth more than such low pay
I have not heard your ceo speak, and don't care what your share holders have to say
I have not let my body be used to make profit today or any other day
My ignorance is my bliss
I have not asked for your friendship, so you can use me when and how you feel fit
I have not heard you speak of our friendship, except when I am needed you hypocrite
I have not let my eyes deceive me into believing you're a friend who will commit
My ignorance is my bliss
So to all the priests and mullah your lies will not draw me in
and the same to Politician's I am not going to vote you in
Big business you can whistle so don't count me in
False friends can find others people as I'm not filling in
My ignorance is my bliss.
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standin on a corner he looks up to the sky
his phone rings as he steps into his ride
no time to think
when it rings its because do's on the other side
red and blue
panicked, frozen like a mannequin
flashing lights he catches on the other side of his panaoramic view
wondering if its for him
then realize it just the paramedics crew heading to what'll never make it on the 11' o clock news
paranoid
wonderin if he ever got caught by the blue, what he would do
like i siad no time for that,
rent to pay
with nothing on the dinner plate
this time next week, he just may be sleeping in his back seat.
no one to comfort but southern comfort
good guy just on the wrong side
misguided when life put him on the sideline
no one to guide him right
but his mind
while he walked on the wild side of the life many choose not to sight
turn a blind eye
to what they dont see as right, but i guess thats just life
a pool of water overflows the bath tub because his own foot
covers the drain
you paved what you walk on today
if you ever wanna live better
dont be the reason why your seasons never change
seeing nothing but rain in his plain
consumed by the pain that rarely escapes from him
an apiphany hits him
a bit delayed but soon to be appraised
he wants out but never knew how
he tryed callin his father
but that man diddnt even bother
he never really fathered him to begin with.
so it really wasnt something he cared to level with
learned his lesson, way back when
your just getting the message
considering how long its been
he thought redemption would have been ready for collection
still theres a long way to go
aint it beautiful?
how bliss ignorance is?
remembering the time he showed his report card to his mother
and how happy she was
tellin him he was bound for anything he set his sights on
but to always tell right from wong
at that moment. curtains closing
its 3am
witching hour for the superstitious
but an hour of power for a man to put stitches to his scars
pick himself up off the ground
head to the lost and found
just to find everything that made him who he was
before what is now
ignorance is bliss
an he knows that now
I can't complain with all this grub I'm getting
from dawn's first crack until the sun's last setting.
I'm glad to be the happy son of fate,
except for the fact I'm putting on some weight.
The people here all seem so happy too
but for one who's feeling very blue.
by which I mean the chieftain's elder son,
I have a hunch on why he's feeling glum.
His younger bro' turned up the other day,
forlorn and broke, the gossip-mongers say.
His fortune's gone and his last farthing's spent.
He really chose a fine time to repent.
All's past, forgiven and soon to be forgotten!
The reason's clear his brother feels so rotten.
To celebrate they're putting on a ball
with tons of guests and food and drinks for all.
I sometimes wonder where things are leading to.
But I'm well fed, so I should give a moo?
It was just a game, now it's more
Your actions hit straight to our core
You have no fair play
You talk and run away
Try that again, but next time stay
See who would win the fight
Being big doesn't cause fright
Go ahead and stay out of sight
No more toleration
No more pain and frustration
Now it's all anger's temptation
It wouldn't be so bad if anyone had some patience
But now patience is in absence
Your head, always full of ignorance
You will never get our clearance
We gave you one chance, one try, one shot... too shy
We can't wait, can't stop, can't stall... you drop
The wispy trees roll by
row by row.
The gentle breeze of the air conditioning
brushes against my cheeks
In the bright blue sky swallows sing freely
A meadow lies in peace.
Pure and holy.
Beautiful beyond belief
only nature can nurture such peace
away from our motions of metal.
But as they become increasingly distant
lost in the annals of time; not even a flower shall remain.
With only one goal in mind.
We look onward into the future.
The piano cried
The curtains turned their backs
The windows slammed
Refusing the wind to come in
All while the bonsai stood motionless
Apathetic to what was happening
The wind blew harder and harder
The windows stood as guards
Willing to lay down their mortal lives
He doesn't deserve you
You're too good for him
He's too weak to be your lover
Whispers of revolting loathing
Against the innocent wind
All watched as he cracked
Including the bonsai, who disregarded him
And went to console the piano
I understand now Mother
How feeble and pathetic the wind is
She murmured with a reassuring smile
I'll forget the winds very being
faith is a drug , just like love .
they create false hopes to make you flow
threw life with ideas of what could be or what would be.
we're all addicts
drinking it in
hoping for peeks of faith , of love.
we convince our self we saw it, felt it,
touched it.
but we know in are hearts thats its not real
life treat us like children ,its those who grow up that lose
there ignorant bliss and see clearly.
its those who grow up who wish they didn't...