Ignorance is my joy when it is populated
Ignorance is my pride when it’s spread large
Ignorant people miss details
Far too obsessed with their fairytales
Ignorance is bliss, it is my saving grace
Ignorance of others stops one from being humble
Arrogance sprouts, its roots being sturdy
Heads held high, with wicked smiles
The base has erupted, so have the tiles
We look for low and then lower than low
We are afraid of high
What if there is higher than our high
Comfort becomes luxury, because ignorant others are
Our education is higher, so myths start to form
Ignorance of others we hold dear to our heart
Ignorance of others is my happiness, my burden but my best!
A gentle lady’s plight
falls like leaves off a branch in winter
afore beauty coveted in her youth takes flight
as her barren turned roots make
admirers frown in displeasure
her barks covered in snow
turns brittle offering no shade nor fruit
yet the axe-bearers come
hacking at her trunk with relentless brute
and took away what little she had
for themselves to use as fuel
a kindled fire warms their cold stiff bodies
while keeping them full
they looked at each other and said
what wrong did we commit
there were no flowers to appreciate
in the middle of winter they mused
hence they agreed amongst themselves
it was her only value.
Pen pressed against page,
image drought, verse famine, cage,
of dry well syndrome, vacuum,
lack of glowing term,
blighted crop, devoid of germ,
words I sculpt mere gaunt legume
Impetus, spark, boost,
urban mirror where plots roost,
spawn from pillar, striking plinth,
futile quest struck dumb,
barren bard whose face is glum,
yet they bay for gemstone glint
In the darkness of despair where shadows loom,
Evolves the diamond from the ashy gloom.
From fiery trials and pressured pain,
Emerges the diamond struggling - not in vain.
The cuts and chips make the light shine bright,
Revealing beauty hidden from sight.
The diamond in the ashes formed by the flame,
A witness of resilience, it does proclaim.
Each facet carved and every tear shed,
Polishes the diamond and the soul’s thread.
Through disdainful despair, hope still thrives
Like the diamond in the furnace, our spirit survives.
For in the deep dangerous dark and doomed night,
The diamond, the survivor – brilliantly beautiful, bold and bright.
Copyright © 2019 by Crystal David John
(I wrote this poem for my niece who went through such difficulty and yet shone through it all. She continues to face her challenges with God's grace and her own willpower.)
In a dark dot,
I, as a spot.
lie.
As tears I cry
all crouched,
and perched,
in the hollow suffocating,
fists clenching,
as the space around,
caves in, and walls surround
me with spikes, that inward poke,
and the voices that spoke
I heard loud and clear.
and I fear
the laughter
above the clatter
which is nauseating
and revolting,
as into the abyss I slip,
and in the mire dip,
screaming so loud,
but none in the crowd
hear me,
yet see
how I cringe and tremble in fear
as panic hits, I can hear
the deafening silence of the dot
as the spot
comes hurling at me,
driving me into the raging sea
that engulfs me!
And then the light’s beam
So freaking bright
that in my dream
I’m blinded by that light,
which splits the dot that held me tight
into a splintering ray
obliterating my day!
Copyright © 2021 by Crystal David John
Gold and riches were going to be mine.
Maleficence not an obstacle for such prestige,
dire consequences put away, this was my time.
Decisions – beckoned decisions that beckoned more of the same.
Good intentions crash to earth, so blinded by my own guile.
The reckoning came suddenly, a rude awakening, this was no game.
All of it – gone, leaving nothing but ash.
No structures left standing, I was alone at last.
From the rubble only one thing remained,
a resolute figure, gold and riches not my aim.
My wishing wreckage, my dreary delight,
my hopeless happiness, what a perfect plight.
From here I found riches much more than gold,
a cleanly cleared canvas, a realm to behold
Deep ache in my heart lies
A sorrowful shade spreads in all nooks of my room
Hot tears rise
The sun shines bright
Still my life is filled with deep gloom
Upright,
My plight
Vouchsafed to doom`s
Blight
Deep ache in my heart lies
Still my life is filled with deep gloom
Blight
A spicy sausage
complementary delight,
digesting a fight!
Not letting go of me even though I'm yet to see its radiance.
January 10, 2026.
Twilight
My Flight
November 15, 2025.
A father dead,
Forced to leave his daughter unfed.
A husband gone,
Leaving his wife alone to mourn.
A soldier lies awake at night,
Desperately pleading gods to end this fight.
He doesn’t want to hide in the dawn,
To mourn over his innocent enemy’s shroud.
The egos of their leaders stand tall and high,
Mocking the dead innocent enemies without a shy.
The night opens up to a new day,
While the day bleeds into an endless night.
That’s when the innocent enemies come together,
Holding hands and apologizing to one another.
The tears stream down their eyes,
When they share their guilt over bowls of rice,
And hope the new day brings a shred of light.
People of other faiths, in other nations are also dying,
but, to their plight the whole world is not crying.
5/September/2025
Within her frame, a world is formed,
A heartbeat echoes, soft and warm.
Yet hope is stitched with threads of pain,
A sacred journey, not in vain.
She walks with feet too weary, sore,
Each step a trial, yet she bears more.
Restless nights with fleeting dreams,
Her body stretched at fragile seams.
A sudden craving grips her soul,
For sour fruits, or bitter bowl.
Strange hungers rise without a call,
She longs, she yearns, she wants it all.
Her back bends low, her breath runs thin,
The tide of labor swells within.
She grips the night, she bites the day,
As life prepares to carve its way.
And when the pain breaks like the sea,
Hope crowns her womb with victory.
Her cries give birth to sweetest song,
A mother’s strength, eternal, strong.
Shadows shift in flickering flame
Vows made, now stained with your name
Our flame, once bold and bright
Now wanes upon this cold, stark night
I see the distance in your eyes
Reflecting echoes of love’s goodbye
Emptiness fills your silent stare
A longing still lingers in the air
Your heart, once gentle, has lost its grace
Betrayal bleeds—a bitter taste
Sarcasm drips from lips once sweet
A soured promise, my heart retreats
Through veins of passion, ice takes hold
Your touch, once warm, now a numbing cold
Loneliness wraps around us tight
This silent suffering, my secret plight
Our flame that waltzed is now a wisp
A puff of smoke from a burnt-out wick
Haunted by love that burned too fast
Our fading ember, reduced to ash
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