Long Ignore Poems
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Every dead saint was born a sinner.
Don't look and you will not see
Don't listen and you will not hear
Christians are above the problems of the world
Not involved allowing Satan to win
Ignore politics and hell expands
Leave it to God when all you have to do is vote with Him.
God made Adam in his image to populate the world
Adam took care of it
God made Noah to repopulate the world
Noah took care of it
God made Abraham to build his nation
Abraham took care of it
God made Moses to lead his people from bondage
Moses took care of it
God made Joshua to conquer the Promise Land
Joshua took care of it
God made Jesus to save the world
Jesus took care of it
God made you to do nothing?
Take care of it.
God calls upon people to lead with his miracles
but people are complacent
can't involve themselves in worldly politics
being the first to cry out when persecuted
never having the faith to fight
easier to leave it to God
Look, listen God is calling you
it is never easy to do right
often lonely when you fight
God is leaving it for you
Take care of it
Vote.
Post-Mother's-Day Poems
We desperately need a Mother Recovers Day!
by Michael R. Burch
Mother’s Day!
Lovers’ Day!
Adulation Re-Smothers Day!
Hugs ’n kisses galore
till she’s tired and bone-sore.
Now, like a needle in the hay,
she needs to find a Recovers Day!
Mother’s Day Replay
by Michael R. Burch
Mother’s Day!
Lovers’ Day!
This Hug-and-Kiss Smothers Day
when a roll in the hay
conjures babies, olé!
(Please, children, ignore these verses, okay?)
Keywords/Tags: Mother's Day, mother, mothers, child, children, baby, babies, family, families, love, hugs, kisses, honor, tribute, praise, adulation
If I am not the mind and I am not the body then who and what am I
and if I am as subtle as a stick of incense in a void of air then why
when you touch me I can feel it and why when you smile, I sigh
If I am not the finite mind and I am not the ever changing body mass
then what invisible non material controls me like pliable sea grass
if I breathe and the breath disappears in me will I oxidate like brass
Why am I me rather than someone else, where does my identity lie
is this a vehicle that is stationed as an observer or an actor in decry
and if I am not the brain of me and I am not the bulk then when I die
What part of me survives and wanders through the parting veils of time
if I'm more then mere cerebrum or a figure can I still mirror the Divine
why is the soul transparent and why did God create it thin as twine
Body mind and spirit stock, if we unlock the truth inside we will be free
can I ignore one part of it and then expect to find the wholesome me
if I am not the element of my thoughts nor the solid object that I see
Then I am neither this nor that but all of it and more, like a lion I can roar
I am body, mind, intellect and soul, a child of God and so much more
I love all the parts of me that make me whole, I am human to the core.
Sept 15 2022
The existence and reality of who we truly are
The reflection we see everyday
The villain we choose to hide
The two sided coin we cannot ignore
The monster which continues to roar
Hatred we cannot hide nor ignore
For centuries hatred has been the key factor for war
Mankind is always searching and wanting more
Until the color of one skin is no longer significant
Hatred will be the key factor for war
Mankind will still explore and even lie for more
Until all race
Respect and regard the human race
And understands there is no inferior race
Hatred will be the key factor for strife and war
Mankind will still invade
Continue to kill and trade
Until the human race acknowledges
That there is no such thing as a superior race
Research and embrace all of the human race
Mankind will continue to fight and try to erase
Equal opportunities will only remain but an illusion
To be followed but never obtained
Until human captivity has been abolish and abandon
Destroyed and dismantle
Hatred will remain the key factor for war
Mankind will continue to plot and fight for even more
Hatred in the East
Hatred in the west
Hatred at it's best
Isn't time we learn to unite and give it a rest
INTELLIGENT QUOTIENT
IQ measures common intelligence.
Brain power realizes, analyses.
High IQ of Polymath surprises.
Average IQ gives us enough guidance.
Social IQ is too much important
for leaders in political strife
also, for each in domestic life
to act and interact at any instant.
Emotional IQ to respect not to ignore
to feel mental status of others,
to resonate for birds of same feathers
on closeness in relationship to explore.
Spiritual intelligence sensual and real
controlling all the three, higher or lower
distributing reasoning, emotion and power.
Soul IQ when high is divine and ethereal.
06/24/19
Second Place
'Soul IQ Contest by Chantelle Anne Cooke
2026.06.25
Life moves on, after my mother had gone.
It hurts the way, what happened to me.
According to the Buddishm religious' theories and practices,
Human mustn't love and care for family members.
Love only their Gods and their next life.
The kindness acts, build debts to the receivers.
The best way to handle in any relationships,
Was to ignore, keep a distance, be indifferent.
Put all emotions deep down inside one heart,
Burry and act towards each others without affections.
This year, a day before the Mothers' day,
For the first time, she used her hands,
To touch my face with all her fingers.
No word nor sound, gently, softly, and slowly,
She wipped from my temporalis to my chin.
How much I wanted that time could freeze.
For us to enjoy that intimate loving seconds.
The most happy moment from her to me,
No word was big enough to describe here.
I wished my children noticed that special moment,
To record such a valuable and significant interaction.
Dear Mami, did you know that for years,
How I had longed for your tenderness touched,
How I would treasure forever your loving care,
How you have indirectly taught me a lesson.
To love my children, and enjoy every moment,
Of our time together however short it was,
As I could have received loved from you.
All the positive and meaningful things you did.
All the time and places we spent together.
Did you know that I missed you?
Your deserts making, and your healthy vegetarian cookings.
Your wisdom, your resilient and your life experiences.
Mami, what left of you was your ashes,
Proudly and silently sealed in a chosen urn.
To display on a shelf for all prayers,
To chant and to wish for them whatever.
Mami, you had completely vanished on the earth,
Please look down and bless up on us.
Your five children, grandchildren and great grandchildren.
I could see you up in the sky.
Looking down on me with your beautiful smile.
Love you Mami, thank you and good bye.
I was born in a world of poverty and soiled life of a third world country
The way I lived till I was five years of age was walls of boundary
These walls had towers of guards that had no heart or care
If a child would try to climb the wall they lose their life I swear
Father had drank and threatened my mother with a knife
My father lost his job and wife and that was the hardship of life
He stopped my mother from taking off with me in her arm
Hoping that my father would ignore and left me be with no harm
When my father went off to drink one night and came home with rage
My brothers stood by my crib and took a beating that set up the next stage
My father had woken up to three scared children half starved and in pain
His final words as he walk away from the orphanage gate live life do not go insane
I was still a baby in the orphanage; the caretakers did not really care about the babies
They stole items and materials those wicked men and maternal evil ladies
They starved all the babies because it cost a lot to keep them alive
As a child of that age I could feel the sins and greed that gave out bad vibes
I was ignorant about what I drank and ate, as I see white maggots move in my bottle
As I see them move I thought about how they were playing and some were hostel
They ate each other to keep each other alive in a manner that took me by surprise
In the back round I hear others throwing things with sounds of painful cries
I got very strong at a young age I was able to start pulling myself up over the cage
My feelings were to see my brothers with strong lungs that I cried out of rage
My two brothers came to see me and sneak food into my crib
The caretaker would find the food in my hands as they grabbed it and hit me on my ribs
As painful as it was I kept eating the food with blood in my mouth as it was instinct
I sometimes laid in my crib dazed and confused with smell of death so distinct
With all my might I kept myself strong and climb the small wall
I finally was old enough to get out of the building and I could hear my brothers call
With tears of joy with short legs that ran as fast as my heart
I ran to my brothers arms and held their hands to have a new start
I grew stronger everyday but more things came into my life in a manner of dismay
If my brothers stay by my side I could smile and everyday their would be okay
Is it okay if I say good morning to you?
You don't have to respond.
You can even ignore me and pretend that I do not exist.
If it makes you smile for a few seconds of your day, then I am cool with that.
The intention is not to flood you, overwhelm you, or get on your nerves.
I just want to say good morning to somebody who I dig as a person.
So Good Morning To You, if it is okay.
Know That You Are Special.
Know That Everytime That EveryTime That You Do Respond, It Is A Unique Autograph That I Will ForEver Hold Dear Because It Is Such A Rare, Privileged Gift.
For That, I Thank You.
EnJoy Your Day.
we shelter our hearts to walk away,
instead of dealing with our yesterdays,
past and gone, we believe its done,
but we have not faced what its undone,
to our hearts and our minds, what we've ignored to face,
because the ignorance took us to a better place,
a place of denial, a place of retreat,
but in that retreat only lied utter defeat,
in pain it relented to face its truth,
the agony of it all froze them to move,
no more pain! please! as they throw it all down,
they never stopped to turn around,
to move forward and ignore it will wipe out the cause,
while voices ring its over the past is gone,
retrack, retrace...what did i miss?
in the painful sting of loves one last kiss,
what brought me here? who took me there?
why was i so unaware??
did i numb myself away to feel?
the reality of what was real?
the face i could not stand to face,
the heart of what i could not erase,
but here i am as years unfold,
now just seeing the path of old,
no one wants to see or hear,
they will all say "let it go, my dear",
but in that moment i want to know,
i want to see what i could not let go,
i want to be fully healed,
no half-hearted knowledge here,
i want to see before i let go,
so i can move and my heart can grow,
don't stunt my growth with empty lines,
please don't push me to compromise,
for in true honesty we love more,
the heart that pushes us to endure,
to shake us awake, to show us love that is real,
anything less is a plot to conceal,
to cover up the pain to hide,
to cover my ears and blind my eyes,
to forget to bring me to content,
but at the moment i would like your honest intent,
always with honesty we will see, that it is not always about just me,
God will always open doors to show,
what the other also needs to know,
when i fuel you, you fuel me,
its his way of placing us where we're meant to be
Form:
Dare you look away, my love?
Could my gaze cause you pain?
Your haunting voice enraptures me,
so how can I stay sane?
I drink deeply of the sight,
your face, so warm, so fair.
And how I wish to kiss you,
run my fingers through your hair.
You may say in your sweet song,
that you know me not so well.
Perhaps, but one need not but glance,
to fall beneath your spell.
And for my heart, alone, I ought,
to bring you flowers fair.
And for my heart, alone, I ought,
to ignore my halt and scare.
So much, always, to consider.
So much to weigh in turn.
The ever-question: how much can I,
ply your heart to burn?
You will feel my gaze, I fear,
for your voice is my heart's bread.
Wordless, ever, we might be,
though so much might be said.
Written early Easter morning
1 April 2018