Best Ignore Poems
Who am I?
I'm an American who ordered my head to remain buried in the sand
but due to the lunatic holding office, it refused to obey my command.
Finding no reasonable sensibility in the mind of that mad creature,
I shake my risen head, watching the horror of this double feature.
Each day is shadowed in darkness by yet another ruthless crime,
of the catalyst, sans morals. The unacceptable excuse for a paradigm.
The narcissist president who should be a mime like a circus clown,
the wanna be king of the world who brought our country down.
The predator of women, and of countries he thinks he can own...
A blowhard mentality, a bully who would sit on every nation's throne.
He's made us the enemy of Canada, Mexico, and now for gosh sake,
Denmark's Greenland, lusting for whatever he thinks he can take.
He wanted the Nobel Prize for Peace, but his demand was spurned.
With grubby hands he took it from its owner... an honor not earned.
Claims he doesn't want China or Russia to be America's neighbor.
He doesn't know how to read a map! Verbal abuse he likes to belabor.
He put his name on The Kennedy Memorial Center for Performing Arts
but it would make a better target on a game board for playing darts.
Sick is what he's made many U.S. Citizens with his presidential farce,
hoping remorse is felt by followers who should ask him for a divorce.
Who am I?
I'm a poet who'd rather not be an ostrich, not hearing the blathering,
but spending time writing of other things, daydreaming, woolgathering,
but it's become impossible not to hear, read, and be able to ignore
the catastrophic problems caused by the one Duke Beaufort calls 'Igor.'
Sorry, I no more seek your suns
Nor moons
Yes, your suns I loved very much
Your passionate sun
Around which my planets would run
Your cool moons
Shedding long leaves
On my glistening lagoon
I remember
All my swoons
From wine in your spoon
But your nerves
Went for new curves
It happens
Very often
Our rivers do not like the same course
Especially when you endorse
Flames of passion
And we are rivers
You developed a new craze
In a psychedelic haze
In that crazy spree
You started neglecting me
Initially I got lonely
Missed you terribly
My ocean frozen I was in a depression
Of the morbid flower
In pale blue showers
From the two windows
Morose under compulsion
For many a day, month and year
Irritation in the mug of bear
Tearing my spirit
Pulverizing all my lyrics
Landslide in Mirik
But again all rivers are resilient
If you stop its normal course
It gathers unexpected force
The remorse underlie
I grew seasoned without you
I was out of the bottomless blues
Though could not but reflect on the cues
In the morning dew
And sighed too
But I learned to live agile and alert
Brushing aside the frozen heart
Gave up on hashish
Cleaned the debris
Started looking smart
Now I have travelled a long path
No more remorse no wrath
No smokes of the aftermath
Now I understand
The diamonds of life
Love matters much
Especially in the flowers of touch
But when you ignore
It does not matter
I have got my poems of freedom
Your walls can never ruffle them
______________________________
23/11/2016
Note: Mirik is a Himalayan tourist spot in Darjeeling
I am silvery and clear—have no cultural biases.
I quickly consume all that I analyze.
Without affiliations or antagonisms, I am.
I am neither harsh nor untrustworthy.
On the opposite wall—I contemplate.
It has a blotchy pink hue—I've seen it for a while.
It's probably in my mind—yet it flutters.
The sights and darkness restrain us apart.
A frog in a well—has never seen an ocean.
As you delve into the abyss,
Roots and buds grow deeper.
In the sky there—grows a tree called "Life."
And the marvel isn't alone in the sky.
I hold it dear in my heart.
I maintain it close to my heart.
Accept a tally of—our affection for You.
You have my undying—boundless love.
While unseen, my soul reaches you.
Smiles and despair have been my life!
With my grief and the faith of my youth.
Written: March 16, 2023
Brian Strand Contest No 1199 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Don’t take chances and ignore safety rules
For you may end up looking just like fools.
Keep yourself safe and do stay alert
Don’t leave in two pieces and your family hurt.
Wear your goggles as though they’re your part-of
You won’t want to miss seeing all that you love.
And please don’t put them on your forehead
They’re supposed to protect your eyes; not head!
Choose your tools properly and use with care
You don’t want them to be flying everywhere.
And don’t forget to put on your hard hat
Lest a flying tool knocks you silly and flat.
Remember to protect those precious hands of yours
You still need them for the many years of chores.
It’s not like you can change them should they tear
But you can change the wrecked gloves that you wear.
Donning PPE might be troublesome
And they don’t also make you look handsome
You might feel like an alien coming from mars
But well... they protect you from all those scars.
Dovey Annie
My love, you ignore me, every time you’re asleep,
Whenever you drift away.
I know you ignore me in the dark of the night,
When you snore through the words that I say.
And my comments, they are big, fantastic ideas,
Of us both being free on a beach.
Yet your eyes stay closed, all you add is a snore,
Through every little bit of my speech.
I wish you were here to hear of my dreams,
Of walking the city of lights.
Still, it's clear you’re already there in your dreams,
As you smile through every bit of the night.
I was staring at my left side, feeling the beats
my heart floats upon the waves tide, I ignore where to go
The beats are rhytmic,it is hard to keep up
with the waves are about me to kill, I ignore where to go
I tried to dive in this wave but I am beat
I cried to live in this cave where I can hide, I ignore where to go
The seats are reserved in despair whether the heat
burns,or the sea is to spill its darkness on me, I ignore where to go
I was staring at my right side, cannot feel my feets
my part gloats over my hellish ride, I ignore where to go
The neatest dark costume of life I used to wear
the dearest spark is consumed to chill, I ignore where to go
I prayed to survive but the wave to my strengh is unaware
It sprayed its salty water,I had to bide ,I ignore where to go
I hopped the wave, I wiped the salt and I felt neat
I hoped to wave ,to survive I took the pill, I ignore where to go
Hafssa is the only girl to save herself from this cussed wave
I strongly beat the swirl that used to put me aside, I ignore where to go
DON’T IGNORE THE NECK
One may not have in mind that
As we struggle to create convenient ways of survival in comfort
We are stabbing our lives from behind;
We pursue riches and neglect our nature.
We concentrate on our mind and heart desires at the detriment of our neck.
Our small neck, half in width the size of our waist.
We forget that without the neck the head has no stand for a living;
Our heads without which we don’t have to say we are because we are no more.
Our heart we follow ceases without the head,
Yet we follow the heart desires and do harm to the neck that holds the neck.
Our riches are just for a moment yet we strive to even die for it.
Our neck is a major survival element we neglect as we neglect our environment and nature.
Our neck is our natural resources.
Our heart can have a transplant
And even our lungs.
If so, we need a technology for a neck transplant.
I feel you might have not thought about it.
If even you have, there has been no attention but reasons meant for defenses.
If we have not, then the time is now; let us replenish our land, rivers, sea, air,
Forest and its inhabitants from extinction,
And our Green fields covered with unperishable plastic polarization.
Save nature, plant a tree today, put that filth in the dustbin to be recycled
Stop pollution to save the air
Dissolve unscrupulous mining groups to save our land and rivers.
Why Do We “Choose” Whom We Love… And Ignore Others?
Why do we often “choose” those we love…
And ignore those we don’t?
It’s a good thing that Christ doesn’t do this! He won’t!
Far too often,… People attending church today…
Will many times “choose” whom they’ll love…
And turn others away?
I’ve heard sermons preached
on how we must love others too...
For many, It’s too “inconvenient,”
to love others like we should do!
What about the “undesirables?”
Those who fall through the cracks?
It doesn’t matter if someone is from
“the wrong side of the tracks!”
I pray that God will stir in all of us
a deep compassion within!
Perhaps, by our example…
Others will be born again!
May our life be one that is filled
with sacrifice and giving!
May it be an expression of Christ!
And his power of forgiving!
May we strive to treat others and love them all the same!
If we don’t follow Christ’ example…
We have ourselves to blame!
Christ’ word has laid the foundation
for loving every soul!
The mission field is all around us!
Let’s get up and GO!
By Jim Pemberton 04/13/12
Be a simple task to forget. Actions deliver lustier than words.
Eagerness and dedication offer blessings and rewards.
Sacred Heart is a symbol of goodness that propels us to confer back.
Only those who dare to rise will find out how afar they can whack.
Gorgeous welfare relies on the strength to remit and forget.
Our worst fears revel in wolves, keeping our most severe threat.
Our action is led based on value versus our abet.
Divergent roads can lead to a single lane if you can't bet.
Time spent finding a voice is never lost; you will have a tone.
Horizon shifting bears fresh Joy to the younger setting sun.
Encounters of recent things, pick to view a ray of fresh sunshine.
You embrace feelings in myriad ways stages of the lifespan.
Correct what you did wrong to enhance your performance.
An innate sense of reality works wonders, even if it's for once.
Nuance is a blessing; it bends to figure out your place.
Theorize how powerful is the paradox of division and coherence.
Inducement could grasp the start of a hinged flurry.
Grin and strive for yourself and create your mystery.
Natural law is harmed by humanity; Divine intent is always holy.
Overlooked or ignored cannot throb the ego; you are the sanity.
Remorse let you pace to repair it; you're still alive or be angry.
Embrace one's intuition is less harmful than being placed scary.
Your life is well crafted; the Lord is behind lines guiding you.
Over life, you will lose many things; all pledged to Lord accrue.
Until you do wondrous deeds to be heard, no one can ignore you.
They should envy me for they'll never know
The traits you fear to publicly show
The vast enigma you keep deep inside
The things you don't say in your delphic writes
I'm acquainted to your inaudible cries
Sooty lashes crowding sea blue eyes
They'll just see eyes, I see a soul
Intent on finding a hand to hold
It must take some balls to ignore destiny
Opt for shallow puddles than the freedom of the sea
And the playful charade that they can't see past
I see beyond, your skin is glass
The junction we shared, that you now defy
I'll wait as she saps the blue from your eyes.
She wont love you like I do.
Ignore
the words
the writer
poured all over
see the white sheet
underneath
wailing at you
tearing up
your interpretation
of something
so simple
as dried ink.
© Gry W Christensen
nether region pulse
intoxicates me dizzy ~
please ignore your phone
Fact is simple as the truth we ingore!
please ignore, Nil by mouth that I wrote, Rubbish, sorry.