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!
Jeremiah imprisioned 550 years before Jesus, John the baptist beheaded in the
Time of Jesus, 1658 twenty six Japanese
Christians crucified in the Nagasaki area
1660 John Bunyan imprisioned for twelve
Years in 'Christian Britain?' For expounding of Christ, Congo 2024 thousands of Christians slaughtered for just being Christians
Billboard Chris harrased in Autralia 2024.' Ireland 2024 Enoch Burke financially punished and imprisioned in a Christian populated country..Is there anything new under the
Sun.?
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In an over-populated town
This is how it all went down
There was not enough food for all to eat
So, people dined on human meat
Unless they were rich and had some money
Then they could eat their oats with honey
"Soylent Green"- yelped Heston's voice
But they had to eat it, they had no choice
I suppose one day this could prove true
You could eat me, or...
I could eat you
In addition to indigenous peoples
of the Americas known as Native Americans
the country of U.S.A. is populated
by those from far away other lands
but now there are many in the U.S.
living illegally on borrowed time
as the Governement wants to deport them all
for an untried unproven crime
and if they do so then who will pick
all the fruit and vegetable crops
when they are gone back to where they're from
as that's where the dollar stops
On a shard stretched of incomprehensible narrow, tight and wide,
a silent strident laugh I often forbade-allowed myself,
it's the ordered chaos indescribable, the howling clang
of hermit tear struck in a shattered version,
habitual miracle of screaming silence, poor wealth,
fulfilled-unfulfilled love in the sweet cruel pain,
embalmed wound of your gentle-cruel smile, deep-smooth,
chasm full of filling, lady-lord, speak silently,
divinely mortal, thus unfulfilled-complete, mute song
of swan terribly gentle, of angel broken-whole,
white-black of the cursed one blessed in forgetting-remembrance...
I long without longing, dying alive, lucid foolish thoughts,
perpendicular parallel equations, humble pride of ladies
rubicund-pallid, prostituted icons holy-profaned,
fierce cold embraced I feel in ribs empty full,
our loves lonely-together, I have spring-summer
frozen-inflamed, satisfied hunger for warm winter,
autumns with dry rains of sleet falling upward,
that fly-frozen calm torrents toward fields
hermit-populated, our stars extinguished-lit,
sky-earth, living death from the empty-full mind,
your caress burning-cold, my life confirms-denies!
I think, AI can fool the surface eye,
the sun of everyday common day --
the night of charming only twinkle glitter
night --
But, what it can’t fool~ is, complex
soul spectrum; what it can’t step away
from is, its own deceitful presence –
the blight of laziness -- felonious poetic
fixes.
Technology has its place and purpose --
let it not be, to dope one's own creative sense
of Fair-play.
God, perhaps, considering an AI earth --
populated with robotic integers, squiggles
of AI digital worth. Both heaven and hell
could be a lot smaller – an entire civilization
on one memory stick. Don’t be a shallowly
composing programmed dick.
I knew an old buffoon
quite the gloomy poltroon
who through a stormy monsoon
flew his hot air balloon
and among the Walloon
and Flemish
much to their surprise
did not meet his demise
but with neither a blot
not a jot
nor blemish
at all
on hand
in the small
6-Government
densely populated
parliamentary constitutional monarchy
3-language country of Belgium
safely did crash land
Once fishes, swift and swimmy,
populated seas, so many,
while birds, ever fast and flighty,
ruled the sky in numbers mighty.
Ask man if a sixth extinction's funny,
he with machines, guns, and money.
When did the world become so young
Every flight crew averages 22
My health care ‘professionals’ all do too
When did talking to people stop
Texting each other three feet away
Tiktoking your way through the day
Where did all the baseball diamonds go
Replaced by b-ball and pickleball courts
Populated by weird folks of all sorts
When did it become OK to swear
Little censorship anywhere
Females worse than males, I hear
Where this all ends I am not sure
One thing I know ~ none of it’s pure
You and me
Belongs in Gods world
He is the one
That have made us
In his imagine
We are very beautiful
To God
AIso he is the one that gave us
The gift of life
And life is very precious
We will not ruin our lives
By smoking cigarettes
If we do that
We will ruin our lungs
And we will die of lung cancer
Also we are not going to do that
Because we want to live a healthy life
Style
Also we made a promise to you God
That we will stay sober
Forever
We are not going to walk out
Of your life God
Because we know that is a wrong thing to do
God we hope that you will keep us
Alive every day
We finally got used to live on earth
And we know that the earth is our home
Yes the earth is also over populated
With lots of people
Also we know that they have the same right
To live on earth
Amor I Iove you
For everything you do for me
I am happy that
You are my amor
I could never imagine
Living without amor
We were made for each other
Amor
Also Amor it was our father that made us
With his holy hands
And placed us here on earth to live
Amor me and you live here on earth
And we just love to live on earth
Every single day
Yes amor the earth is our home
Also the earth is over populated amor
With lots of strange people
That is something we don't like at all
But also God made the strange people
And also the strange people have the right
To live on earth
The same way that we do
Amor we both have the same opinion
About things
Amor I Iove you
For everything you do for me
I am happy that
You are my amor
I could never imagine
Living without amor
We were made for each other
Amor
Also Amor it was our father that made
With his holy hands
And place us here on earth to live
Amor me and you live here on earth
And we just love to live on earth
Every single day
Yes amor the earth is our home
Also the earth is over populated amor
With lots of strange people
That is something we don't like at all
But also God made the strange people
And also the strange people have the right
To live on earth
The same way that we do
Amor we both have the same opinion
About things
a tale of trees
trees in the
forest of life
are populated
with leaves
Of secret lovers
and others
who have
tarried beneath
their shade
and their branches
have held hopes
Swinging high
and low
and their
trunks
have known
hugs
of screaming
joy
and weeping
sadness
whether clothed
in rainbow leaves
or naked
as guest skeletons
many have withstood
the aging
of vicissitudes
and clemencies
of weathering times
while other aged ones
uprooted
and parallel
to mother earth
likewise share
with her
barked secrets
only known
to them
and yahweh:-
there's something intrinsically poetic about lists…
1.
bread (wholemeal)
twelve eggs
solar panels
occasional frogs
corporate lawyers
steam
2.
onions (red)
tomatoes (finely chopped)
garlic (four cloves)
fireman's ladder (aluminium)
disparity (secretly hidden)
mildness (abundant)
gluttony (almost definite)
mozzarella (abridged)
3.
clean sink
dirty sink
point un-necessarily
wear wetsuit and carry surfboard in populated area
shirk responsibilities
vacuum dog
hide
reappear (nearly palindromic)
borrow an eagle
book car in to be painted yellow
buy a bucket
start new list
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