Long Ignore Poems
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Rolf was born in Wallertheim, in an optimistic year
Progress seemed to be everywhere, and not much to fear.
Then the reds took Russia, shook the world to the core
Millions killed when in power, a crime you can’t ignore
Drafted in World War One, every moment was a scare
French came at him in bright red uniforms, too visible, wasn’t fair
He claims he didn’t kill anyone; I wish I could believe
He was on the wrong side of that war, a past you can’t retrieve.
Under Weimar, the dollar was worth 4000 trillion marks
That kind of inflation destroys society, opens it to sharks.
Nazis got into power, took guns from all the Jews
Rolf threw his weapon in the Rhine, and his medals too.
He left grape vines behind, took his family out, down to the wire
They rode through Palestine, saw Jewish farms set on fire.
Then a letter came from the Reich, called Rolf to the reserve
We still have it, bureaucratic time lag, an ironic reminder to serve.
If Rolf had gone back, he would have been doomed
Into the maw of the gigantic bloodshed one more life consumed.
I met Rolf in Denver, a short, muscular guy
He even flipped me on my back, with a Judo move I didn’t spy.
I watched a rodeo with him, history was in arrest.
It's a strange thing, in one man, so much time compressed
I spoke with a great-aunt who had uncles in the Civil War
A great uncle told me he saw soldiers marching to fight the Boer.
He also fought in World War One, but on the English side
Showed me wounds in his arm, to fight was part of pride.
And now I use ChatGPT, and admire Space X
In me through memories so much history connects.
And yet I’m the black sheep, so many things went bad
I’m relieved these men never knew my saga, so dismal, and so sad.
I also look at the world, there is so much bad news:
Jihad in Africa, and in Holland a “hunt for the Jews”
China, Russia on the rise, the west has seen better days
Will we end that compressed window of history in a fiery blaze?
Flawed perception contours beliefs we hold,
which we then affirm as the truth we own
but as ego thins out, as was foretold,
presence reclaims love, light and bliss full blown.
Breath by breath the universe offers clues,
which we ignore since soul is hypnotised,
bemused by illusions in varied hues,
preventing God from being realised.
Definitive is that which we become,
whereupon no doubts or questions remain,
as within form resounds the cosmic hum
of bliss magnetism that cleanses soul’s stain.
We’re not body-mind and once we know this,
the false falls away and we’re drenched with bliss.
As others run as hard as they can
To get out of the way of the sick and diseased
The doctors and the nurses dash toward them
As others turn their faces inward,
The health providers open their arms and hearts
Giving the afflicted a bit of comfort and hope
As others ignore what is happening
Hoping it will not affect them or their loved ones
The nurses and doctors try to get a bit of sleep
Knowing they will get up the next day and do it all again
And the day after that and the week after that
Until they have nothing left to give.
The healthcare workers of the world are currently on the front lines,
Ready to give whatever support is needed, sometimes laying down their lives
To do what God has called them to do.
They are our heroes. Let us revere them and send them prayers.
What is the green in bending leaves we hear
so clear from all the moment’s parting air.
Could we insert ourselves between that pair
and be where we have always been, yet newly there.
Unconscious beauty will ignore all raptured stare
setting suns indifferent to our adoration’s care,
allowing her flowers to bloom out loud,
applying white of every cloud, to sky of blue.
Allowing paler whispers of a quiet hue
descend as field of stars and cover you.
Free distribution of properties unique,
even in proportion to our breath before we speak,
whether whisked away or held in its abatement,
suspended to the finish of her kiss
then faint back into normal life
away from momentary bliss.
Depression is oppression.
It's a deadly hidden message
Defined by self-hate.
It seals its prisoner's fate.
It holds you captive and throws out the key.
It stabs and jabs just to see you bleed,
Inflicting wounds that scar for life.
Destruction is its mother and death its wife.
You can cry, but it will always ignore your screams.
It terrorizes your soul and haunts your dreams.
It sends you false hope through a bottle or pill.
It destroys your goals and inflicts its will.
You can't run, nor can you hide.
By its rules you will abide
Until it celebrates that you have died.
Open your eyes, or you will be its prey.
It will blur your vision in the most twisted way.
It will seek your destruction and call for your head.
You will lie and wait but never rest in your bed.
Peace will come to those who want peace,
But as long as you feed him, you will see the beast.
You can't run, nor can you hide,
But if you conquer the beast, you will survive.
Prayer and hope can lead the way.
Cling on to every word you pray.
Hope is in truth.
Hate is in lies.
Pray for your soul
and open your eyes.
The only way out is in
You can't run away from yourself
Either could you hide from your soul
Even your body can't hide from your shadow
So give yourself it needs
Cos there is no peace in confusion
There is no joy in darkness
So stand tall and face who you are
You can't ignore your destiny
You can't be better with out your star
And if you go otherwise don't forget
The only way out is in
The only way out is in
There is no other way to grow
If you are not in touch with your soul
If you are not in contact with your spirit
If you don't use your mind power
If you don't respect your body
You can't be stronger without yourself
So understand who you are
Stay with yourself always
Be who you are
If truly you want to live
Stay always in touch with yourself cos
The only way out is in
It hurts.
It really, really hurts.
You fall in love,
you're happy for a while,
you think it'll last..
Until it doesn't.
Until it ends.
In heartbreak.
In sadness.
In pain.
I thought I was over it.
I thought we could finally just be friends again.
I was wrong.
I still love him.
Not just as a friend.
It hurts.
He doesn't return those feelings anymore.
It hurts..so bad.
One-sided love.
Unreturned feelings.
It's all too much.
I can't handle it anymore.
I can't ignore it anymore.
I hate it.
I ate that I still have these feelings.
I hate that I still have this love,
that will never get returned again.
He makes me so happy and I can't let him go.
No matter how hard I try,
I've become too attached,
I've become too infatuated.
I can't ignore this unrequited love
as long as I remember the love
that was once returned with such adoration.
Would Jesus find the curtains drawn
if to your house he came.?
Would your heart's door soon open
if he should call your name?
Would you so quickly try to hide
the remnants of your past?
Would your heart ache at the thought
this visit might be his last?
Would you dare wish within your heart
that he'd quickly go away?
Would this not be the proper time
to hear what he had to say?
Would you ignore him once again
as in times past you've done?
Or open up and ask him in
accepting him as God's son?
Your hearts sin cannot be hidden
of your life he's fully aware.
His once bright light now barely glows
since being placed in your care.
If at your door his knock soon comes
fret not nor do not hide.
But with un-drawn drapes and open door
kindly welcome the Son inside.
The barnyard was filled with the most notorious cliques.
I was tired of trying to out-think these cheap little chicks.
They were forever making trouble with their feed and chews.
Wringing their necks might make them sit up and choose…..
Something better to do with their time, for they were cheap.
I followed one around who was bullied into losing his cheep.
I followed him into garden rows where there was a pink rose.
He tried to hide underneath it, but you know how that goes.
Don’t be a wretch I told that chick. Ignore the bully ring.
He did not understand and was arguing. His neck I wanted to wring.
An apple left by a deer was lying there, smoothly cored.
Ants were wound all around it like a ebony cord.
The chick began pecking the long black ring of the ants.
His throat began to retch as his beak did this dance.
Bury my ideas, I told him, but you better not be less merry.
The next thing that chick found to eat was a fallen rasp-berry.
The nature of life is simple but sublime
The key to the extension of one's life
Is through procreation
As it guarantees the survival of genes
Passed on down the timeline
But invariably there will be threats
And unfavorable conditions
Some are non-negotiable
But others remain up for debate
Logic thus indicates
The best course of action
Is to eliminate the negotiable concern
With vigor and conviction
But sometimes this endeavor
Is not as simplistic as we desire
We are bogged down by the ignorant
Who cannot see the future being dealt
So everyday we make a choice
Are we to be dictated by the ignorant
Thus ensuring the continuation of negotiable threats
For our youngest and most at risk
The answer is most unfortunately yes
For decades we have been swayed by the unwashed
By the ignorant who reject science
By the beast who makes us all but cattle for catastrophe
By the ignorant who every day
Bring us to the brink of global calamity
In my heart burns an undying rage
The all-consuming day ruining anger
For every damned fool who continues to ignore facts
That this world is in peril
And it is thanks to humanity itself
So we must ask ourselves
And to answer we must look deep within our souls
We must look to our convictions
And we must look at every young innocent
Whose futures are up for debate
We must ask ourselves
Is this truly the best course for our survival
Because time is running out
The longer we delay the more inevitable the fall
So ask yourselves this
Do we entertain the ignorant
Or do we salvage the innocent?