Best Uninformed Poems
I want to be paid in Silver.
I wish to be paid in Gold.
Understand our fiat Dollars,
Are not being backed by Gold
I don't want your Vaccines.
I don't need your Meds.
I don't want the Government
playing with our Heads.
Government claims we're Non-Conformist.
We won't walk with You.
Look at all the Sheeple.
They don't have a Clue.
They prey on your Medications.
They except Government Vaccines.
All along, they don't Know,
What goes on behind the Scene.
Genetically Modified Organisms.
That means Me and You.
Spread the word to the Uninformed.
For they don't have a Clue.
Is it really We The People?
Or, Corporations who pay to Rule.
Manipulation through the Media.
It's a Mind controlling Tool.
Printing money from thin Air.
It's really getting Old.
It's time for Corporations,
And their Agenda to be Exsposed.
Understand I'm just a Poet.
I'm not being Paid.
Understand, American Voters.
You are being Played.
Categories:
uninformed, addiction, anger, freedom, money,
Form:
Rhyme
He's staring off into oblivion;
dead-lights, who of their own free will choose to illuminate
the gray matter microwave that is TV:
too vain, too vulgar. Thought Vanquisher,
brought to you by your friendly-facade-keepers:
the politicians pussyfooting on a pedestal
built of an uninformed (yet united) public -
whose belief in "connection" is in reference
to a wall socket. Not love. Not kindness.
Who unwittingly become hamsters on a wheel,
convinced of stars held in our pockets; while promises of prosperity
dangle on a string. Like Maya's caged bird we sing
- but not of freedom - to sing of that would be akin
to declaring the sun has risen in the east. Freedom is a given,
at least that's the belief that's bandied about.
There's a boldface lie in that belief . . staring us in the face.
Are we too ignorant to see or too coddled to care?
Organic antenna, playing a fuzzy station;
our loved one's voice like a pesky fly -
six-legged silhouette on precious phones.
Halfhearted hmms-and-yeahs exuding from lazy lips. A lone
wolf, misunderstood youth - the euphemisms of today,
tomorrow's regrets. The diarrhea of words floating
in cyberspace; ricocheting off planets, but never touching earth.
The constipation of passion - nonchalant bloodbath of values -
no one strong enough to carry the hearse. We'll have to work
together - in unity redirected - to carry the load of our ancestor's past.
We descendants who reap the aftermath; let's carry on and forgo the calm.
Complacency is no destiny to pursue; crack the bottle against the bow,
that ship has sailed. Let us dabble in truth, instead of sugarcoat lies;
deception maybe be sweet, but give it time, it'll go straight to your thighs.
Embrace controversy with a bear hug, and give tyranny a timeout.
And should our words sharpen swords instead of mold minds,
may the massacre be only metaphorical - and the white flag of truce
be mistaken for a canvas - painted with the blood of your passion.
Categories:
uninformed, allegory, america, angst, today,
Form:
Prose Poetry
#2 Rumi Quote:
If you are irritated by every rub,
How will your mirror be polished?
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Be not perturbed when life presents hurdles,
Nothing worthwhile comes sans struggle;
Do not tag every challenge unjust or unfair,
Blemish on your mirror, not a reason to despair.
Read not a rub, always, as a rub of critique,
If it’s uninformed, there isn’t much to heed;
Stay the course, amity speaks for your deeds,
Judge not harshly when repentance pleads.
Endeavor mindfully, to learn from mistakes,
Sow in every failure, seeds of sweet success,
Find your happiness on other side of regrets,
Be not irritated by life’s every give-and-take.
Reject ego and pride; introspect, reflect,
Mend your ways, adapt to realms of change,
Look in the mirror, measure your progress:
Is your today, better than your yesterday?
Categories:
uninformed, life, meaningful,
Form:
Verse
My lovely Lucy, you’re no longer here
He called your name; you left without a fear
Your heart was tired and more so your soul
God let you rest for soon he’d make you whole
There is sadness deep inside my heart
To know that in our group you’ll have no part
I’ll look for you by name, but I won’t find
That face that was so loving, sweet and kind
I don’t blame God, for He knows what is best
You were His loved one, so he gave you rest
A woman of great faith, you had no doubt
You wrote of Him and all that life's about
I’ll miss your poems, and your friendship, too
One day we’re sure to meet in earth made new
Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope. 14 For we believe that Jesus died and rose again, and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him. 15 According to the Lord’s word, we tell you that we who are still alive, who are left until the coming of the Lord, will certainly not precede those who have fallen asleep. 16 For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first. 17 After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever. 18 Therefore encourage one another with these words.
I Thessalonians 4: 13 - 18
Categories:
uninformed, death of a friend,
Form:
Sonnet
Instincts stored from antiquity
Leather bound books; library in the mind
Beautiful tragic collections and revisions
The conundrum of neurology; conflict presides
Endowed with supreme cognition
Cursed, condemned by the residue of blind drives
Irreconcilable emotional juxtapositions
Humanities ironical demise
Profoundly ignorant, unabashed, and indifferent
Audacious opinions of uninformed certitudes
In the end, passions rule reason
The instinctual beast can’t be subdued
Like Lemmings to a cliff running blindly
Chasing those with no knowledge or esteem
If only one to be the wiser
Perhaps we awake from a really bad dream
Categories:
uninformed, allegory, analogy, anxiety, conflict,
Form:
Rhyme
Frankie boy, go get my gun
Here comes those
pitchfork carrying citizens
They’re so scary angry and uninformed
Holding torches, they plan on
doing more than burn crosses on our lawn
Frankie boy, load up the old shotgun
Time to send those
trespassing rabble rousers on the run
Lead pellets gonna spray paint the yard
Red is the color
of the devil’s favorite corpse calling card
Frankie boy, tap the trigger on the gun
Time for us to start blending in ...
acting American
Tap the hair trigger on the gun again
Assimilating more metal violence
will make us double blessed American
Frankie boy, you’re my only son
Time to teach you
the wisdom of the smoking gun
See all of those jackrabbits run
Some got unlucky feet,
now they’re dead and done
Frankie boy, cool the gun barrel’s hot metal skin
It’s a frosty good start to blending in ...
acting like real Americans
Frankie boy, I loved you since day one
Go gather the cadavers,
the lightning is soon gonna come
Time for you to have some brothers and sisters galore
So go tell your doctor father and Igor —
we’re Americans, we ain’t acting like monsters no more!
Categories:
uninformed, allusion, humorous, satire, violence,
Form:
Light Verse
When We Woke, Suddenly Thinking We Had Died And Went To Heaven
O' that aroma, jasmine fragrance from her hair
She virgin goddess I an uninformed young lad
Her beauty was so golden nothing else compares
Thought why the hell not , she mine, I sure ain't that bad
And to think that they too are so willing to share
Fate was happy camper that day, she became mine
The guys messed with me dating a college grad
June was hot, not near as my honey on the vine
Now comes our breakup remembrance, so very sad
Early seventies, beauty all over the place
And gals started asking we girl hungry boys out
The ladies dressing so sexy with barbie doll faces
So many clueless to know what sex was about!
All those pretty gals with fantastic killer bods
Quite maddening when a young man first faces it
Knew, knew so damn well we were blessed by the Gods
A miracle so many scored quick, direct hits
To be healthy, strong and eagerly on the prowl
Walking in a newfound paradise, our nightly wins
Each of us screaming, like an echoing wolf's' howl
None of us worrying about right, wrong or sins!
Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
January 22nd 1974, EDITED 6-11- 2023
Note: I was right in the middle of the hippie revolution
( new sexual revolution) the much, much more free sex coming from the gals. It felt like paradise had came to us. As I look back now, I see my many blunders and how much better I should have acted.
We in the flesh humans are also living proof that it is easy to be hog-wild when the pretty gals cut loose too!
Categories:
uninformed, beautiful, beauty, desire, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
An ancient proverb states that he who knows, and knows that he knows, he is
wise follow him,
But how do we know that he knows? And knows the fact that he knows, and
once we know that, then we know and know that we know, so why follow him?
He also states that he who knows and knows not that he knows, he is
uninformed inform him,
But how are we to inform him, unless we know and know that we know, for if we
don't we are in no great position to inform him than to inform ourselves?
It also states that he who knows not and knows that he knows not he is ignorant
teach him,
But in order to know that you know not, you must know a little so if he knows a
little, then he's on the right track so why teach him when we could teach
ourselves to know and know that we know,
It states in conclusion that he who knows not and knows that he knows not he is
a fool shun him,
But if he knows not and knows not that he knows not then he does not know even
as much as he who knows not and knows that he knows not so why not help the
fool instead of he who knows not but knows enough to know that he does not
know.
However, there is a new proverb on the horizon.
It states, that for those who know and know that they know, those who know and
know not that they know, those who know not and know they know not, and for
those who know not and know not that they know not,
The most astute thing to do is to know when to keep quiet so that no one else
knows whay you do or do not know until you are absolutely positive of what you
do and do not know, then keep trying to know until you know not, for he who
knows not knows more!!
Categories:
uninformed, philosophy,
Form:
Blank verse
It’s early
Not a sound from the street
Newspaper lies in the driveway
Where it landed
Some time ago.
When I get up
The sun is also up
Brightness
Clarity
Not a cloud in the sky
So why should I read the newspaper
On this beautiful morning
To read about politicians
Taking bribes
Projects stalled by demonstrators
Economy still in the toilet
An actor arrested for God knows what.
They say
Not reading leaves one uninformed
But reading leaves me misinformed
Avoiding the need to choose
Between the devil and the deep blue sea
I choose to read the comics
Yes, those cartoon characters
Amusing
Unbelievably funny
Occasionally making a point
On things we ignore.
I take the comics seriously
As I sip from a coffee cup
Carefully placed nearby
Casually savoring each drop
As I contemplate the day
And the morning leisurely wears on.
Categories:
uninformed, life,
Form:
Narrative
no one can really understand insanity
it sinks below depths of our humanity
something so small,
a grenade,
atomic mess,
bodies blown to bits
as the gas suffocated earth-
it's that clench,
that gasp-
that knot
you fear.
And it eats you alive the more you endure
such imaginative qualities,
and you sit there unknowingful
uninformed;
while envy develops;
you sat there admitting
in horribly brutal honesty-
but your eyes forgot the plan
cause the guilt shot through
and that look-
that look-
i've seen it before.
Categories:
uninformed, depression, slam,
Form:
Blank verse
Time together is the most precious time of all,
fleetng moments to be grasped,
secret, only seen by those who happen by
oblivious to the circumstances of what they see.
Ordinary to the uninformed eye,
two people rapt in each other sharing a common purpose,
a purpose that hides from the rest of the world, for now.
The joy of stolen hours, illicit pleasures made exciting
by the latent dangers, dangers that are knowingly ignored.
Commitments made to othersmust be honoured,
but, do these deeds not dishonour those commitments
in a way we do not wish to comprehend?
The denial of mutual pleasures,
the simple call to say, 'How are you?'
The holding of hands in public,
the litttle squeeze that tells all without words,
the overt passion of a greeting of hello or au revoir,
but never goodbye,
all relegated to a privacy behind closed doors.
Two pairs of eyes ever watchful for the familiar,
two silent voices unable to tell best friends.
The world does not need to know, yet,
the world may never need to know unless,
unless the illicit assumes a legality
and the consequences for others are not only acknowledged
but faced in a way as yet beyond contemplation.
The legality may diminish the excitement
that has fed the illicit, and then what happens?
Categories:
uninformed, romance,
Form:
Romanticism
1.
This is Truth that to you, mortals is now speaking,
I’m the one that in the kernel of everything that exists resides,*
That no human has ever seen**, up to this very moment and
No one, I affirm will able be, eyes to set upon my
Divine essence!***
2.
I know, the vast majority of you believe to be with me, very
Well acquainted,
Some even declare that the best of my friends are and
Instead of me, they could do the talking
Even there are those who boast to be my associates and
The ultimate reality only them to know
Thus
Each one of them “his truth” declares according to his doctrine,
Fervently maintaining the veracity of his established principles,
The principles of his policy, his history, his religion, his morals
That with me, the Truth, I assure you, have very little in common.
3.
So, I the Truth, with many faces came to you be known
As different colors are always used to paint my visage,
Colors with hues of their opinions to better fit their purpose
According to the era they are living in, their reason and
Understanding
4.
If a day, I the Truth, among them decided just a walk take
Certain am I that no one of them, would able be, me to recognize
For the bigotry that is deep in their uninformed heart planted
Unable has made their eyes the supreme Truth to identify
5.
Enraged am I, of all those criminals who kill in my name,
Regardless of their color, creed, sex, ethnicity,
For even if a little bit they knew me, never would they
Commit a crime
For
I, the Truth next to God live. It’s from Him I draw my existence,
Impossible thus for me it is, divinity’s will to disobey
And commend someone to do something that is immoral
Because God is love*** and love, you should know my friends,
Never commits a crime!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
07 OCTOBER 2014
* There is nothing that we with certainty know because the truth is found in the depths of each thing!
Democritus, Greek philosopher, 5th century B.C., the father of the atomic theory
**No man has ever perceived the truth, neither anyone in the future will know it but only opinions of things we will have for the reality of things!
Xenophanes, Greek philosopher 6th century B.C.
***John, epist. First, verse 8. “He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love!
Categories:
uninformed, god, love, truth,
Form:
Personification
THE COACH
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
Went to an alumni meeting last week
Looking for solace, the outlook was bleak
We lost a game we should have won
A total disaster to all not just some
Cries of anguish torrents of pain
“How the hell did we lose that game”
Three close calls in the recent past
Defeat was looming, the die had been cast
We were favorite to trample that team
What followed next was strictly obscene
No confidence in the coach, zero trust
A new powerful resurgence is a must
“Fire the coach, we need a new spark”
Call the chancellor a search to embark
There’ll be plenty of coaches to interview
At the end of the season there will be a slew
Most will have been fired that’s for sure
Same kind of let down we’ve had to endure
Appoint a committee to find a coaching ace
Got to expunge this humiliating disgrace
While we’re at it the assistants they must go
They haven’t inspired the team as far as I know
Need to raise cash something we’re lacking
Buy out his contract and send him packing
A new coach will cost us a hefty sum
A sales job needed to convince the alum
All must partake in any new proposal
Resources will be placed at our disposal
A few claimed it was to soon to act
Hissed and booed told not to come back
The coach (2)
All that remained were anxiously waiting
Are there any coaches, we’ve been baiting
A new coach will surely demand success
All in favor pledge support in this quest
Days later the finals were slated
Consensus was, we won’t be elated
To our amazement, it’s hard to explain
Out team executed a perfect game
I went to an alumni meeting last night
Everyone was joyful in utter delight
Many were boasting and sipping champagne
Alas we were conference champions again
We need to make sure we continue to cruise
Complete confidence in the coach and his crew
Upgraded facilities, haven’t you heard
Call the chancellor pass on the good word
Our coach is a winner to be sure
Esteem and respect for him to endure
The backers are ecstatic bursting with praise
Throw in some perks add in a raise
Extend his contract for a many a year
Act fast our rivals might get his ear
Those remarks from last week , bid them adieu
They were made by an uninformed few
Categories:
uninformed, allegory, angst, culture, emotions,
Form:
Rhyme
Wear ribbons on your clothes and in your hair.
Pink ribbons for a whole world cancer-free!
On cars; on houses, put them everywhere!
Wear ribbons on your clothes and in your hair.
Support the cause and make yourself aware.
The uninformed we can’t afford to be.
Wear ribbons on your clothes and in your hair -
Pink ribbons for a whole world cancer-free!
Categories:
uninformed, cancer,
Form:
Triolet
We ran through shy-scraper's maze
Amazed at how they set our pace
Trapped by lack of space
We butted heads through small door frames
All part of our frantic paper chase to escape the rat race
One day we'd run this concrete jungle
Yet upon broken bricks and faulty foundations we stumbled, tripped and fell cause we couldn't spell
Expanding vocabulary was involuntary still we had a lot to say
School was hell
Conforming to the norms of uniforms made us look socially uninformed
So we let our shirts hang
And awaited applause
Moved by the prospect of popularity, propelled by our passion for pathetic glory we rose above assembly filled mornings
When failure crashed with brutal force
We were not sorry
Instead - we subjected ourselves to brand new curriculums
'Lokshin Management Module 1'
The jungle was won
By those whose books we burned
They tried to teach us how to learn
They run the concrete jungle
Now we wish we could be there
Too bad they don't wanna share...
Categories:
uninformed,
Form: