The abyss lost its shadowed harm,
When I invited it in for tea.
The stars stopped blinking their alarm,
In the darkness den that frightened me.
No maps within the void showed where to go.
No instructions explained my plight.
Light through the cracks began to flow,
When the bliss of ignorance caught alight.
The void asked questions without end.
Its silent answers stripped me to the bone;
Till meaning learned at last how to mend
The things I could not handle alone.
The cosmos gave no grand decree to construe,
No fixed design, no certainty to avoid.
My fear of mystery now gone, I withdrew to
Embrace the void!
why must i hear?
Take my ears.
For i don't wish to hear the voice of fears.
Why must i see?
Take my eyes.
For i don't wish to see the thoughts of thee.
Am i long forgotten now?
Do i not exist in your flurry of rage?
The begotten cries of tears.
And all those petty ways in which you'd ignore my beaten-
Senseless soul.
For i cry too,
You are not the only one,
You are not alone in this place
I wish i could call home.
Its lonesome here,
And yet ignorance is bliss.
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.
This was my first poem ever. I lost it a while ago but recently rediscovered it again. This was written when I was 15 and started my love of creating poems. I love looking back on it to see my improvements and thoughts since then!
A little dog chases his tail
Does he not know?
Is he unaware?
'Someday I will catch it'
It tells to itself
But that day is never
And too high on the shelf
Someday that little dog will die
With unfinished goals
But not a tear it will cry
Its life could be but a void
Empty and vast
But it is so happy
Unaware it won't last
So the little dog's happy
Chasing its tail
Smiles at its failure
And not giving a care
Then it stops running
It stops all its play
It gets ready to sleep
Knowing its tail will be chased the next day
I am smarter than the dog
That is for sure
But sometimes I wish I was like him
Just a little bit more
… 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.
Sometimes, in life it is best when ignorance is bliss,
than trying to correct something and go amiss;
and when at work and people are gossiping as they do,
I do not listen- I leave as their words are probably not true;
and when I am asked about "it" I play dumb,
with headphones on I really did not even hear a crumb !
When friends are complaining to me about this and that,
I just nod and smile sipping tea while I pet my cat;
I feel sometimes people just need to talk for a release,
but, I do not want their problem to disturb my peace;
though that does not mean I would not help a real issue,
of course, I would hold their hand and offer a tissue !
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September 9, 2021
Poetry/Rhyme/Ignorance is Bliss
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1387-761-09
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Motto
sponsor, Natasha L. Scragg, Judged 09/30/2021
Honorable Mention
Ignorance is bliss,
Said the Little Miss
As she picked the Edelweiss.*
Ah, but tis only bliss
Until you've had a kiss
Replied the Master Kris.
I do not want a kiss
Hissed the Little Miss,
And flicked her hand to dismiss
That cheeky, charming Swiss.
*Note: Edelweiss is symbolic of purity
For Motto Matters
09/01/2021
Ignorance is Bliss
What do I think of this?
I have enough sense to see
What is right in front of me
Obvious and undeniable
Sadly not always reliable
The conning and conniving
That seems to abound
The dishonesty that is all around
The whole world is spiralling
Searching for a common ground
What we need
Is more care
Less greed
Too much is going wrong
I can hear a distant gong.
I find it hard to relate
To a World in this dreadful state
Thomas Gray was not amiss
With the phrase
IGNORANCE IS BLISS
What if we knew
Where things would go
The depth of dysfunction
To come as we grow
What if looking back
Was, instead, up ahead
Once, witnessed, the pain
We’d become filled with dread
Could we handle the truth
Right there in one sitting
Would our destined commitments
Still be worth committing
Would dreamers still dream
Would children still pray
Would the young still be green
Or the whole world be grey
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.
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?
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
gambolling spring lamb
eating lush grass in fields
soon to be dinner
29th April 2015
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.
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
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