In praise of ignorance
write in praise of ignorance – that is,
that state which we so easily mis-name;
which would be better known by that old term,
‘un-knowing’ – free of guilt or sin in one
who knows the truth and, knowingly, denies..
un-knowing should be celebrated; as
some youthful minor god in painted scenes:
adolescent in the goddess Wisdom’s
splendid train; gazing up at her,
clear-browed; wide-eyed; attention at the leash;
not-knowing – like a runner on the blocks,
contained; elastic spring of energy;
yet fingertips so delicately placed
on starting-line; there’s elegance to see
in our unknowing’s race to reach the truth;
unknowing: which spurs every scientist
so to observe; infer; compare; and test;
evolve hypothesis; and test again;
then offer to the world as reason’s law
of Nature’s finer detail, which may yield
a harvest of some golden benefit;
admitting one’s unknowing is the key:
(does this seem far too simple to be said?)
Poised between two beauties, Innocence,
and Wisdom, see Unknowing’s beauty too;
then in that beauty, all the universe
shines bright and fresh and new, to be enjoyed;
none other than myself; who knows no claim
but witnesses all that may be revealed..
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Always Unknowing
(ferry)
Following the morning star
But theres no sense
In always running
Take what you want to know
Just give me time
Always unknowing
World passing by
Thats how it looks
Always unknowing
Dont you leave my side
There is no sense
In always running
Just one more time
Is all I need
Always unknowing
Hold back tonight
With your sight
Always unknowing
song performed by by Roxy Music
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Silence
Immersed
In the mist of unknowing;
An unknowing of that which I know;
Empty of all thought,
I am aware of the all of nothingness.
The abyss of my being fills with
Sacred Silence.
Enveloped in the darkness of light;
Reposing in its marvel,
I Am.
poem by Lynn W. Petty
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(Strange Poem) Angry Aliens
Angry aliens their coming to get you.
Invading the body by unknowing means.
Taking control of your mind.
Their is nothing you can do.
Your fear is pointless.
Your defenses are useless.
When they're done, their will no one left save.
Angry aliens their coming to get you.
Invading the body by unknowing means.
Taking control of your mind.
With instruments both sharp and dull.
An incision right across you skull.
An plantation technology unknown.
You will be a clone.
Do what they say.
How they say.
Their is just no other way.
Angry aliens their coming to get you.
Invading the body by unknowing means.
Taking control of your mind.
They will not explain their reasoning.
For your limited minds could never comprehend such matters.
It would drive you completely insane.
They do not understand why you struggle so much.
They see you as cows they need to herd in their pens.
For food, for experimentation, for divination.
Does the reason even matter.
A purpose that will never be exposed.
Angry aliens their coming to get you.
Invading the body by unknowing means.
Taking control of your mind.
Angry aliens their coming to get you.
Invading the body by unknowing means.
Taking control of your mind.
If you had the power would you not do the same.
Do we not do this to other creatures we consider of lesser intelligence.
And if given the power do you think they would take upon a swift vengeance.
Angry aliens their coming to get you.
Invading the body by unknowing means.
Taking control of your mind.
Angry aliens their coming to get you.
Invading the body by unknowing means.
Taking control of your mind.
Their no stopping them now.
You better just listen to what say.
They expect you to completely and fully obey.
They are the angry aliens.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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I ‘m A Numberist
I am a numberist, not the establishment of orthodoxy
The principal of relativity and standard of common truth.
Tabulated from exponents of testimonial values
God is Archimedes and the trinity is equilateral
The principles of reality are manifold exponential
My order is of the physical, I am not transcendental
Quadratic equations are the bible of the physical
Its truth can be fear and its pain is our medicinal
Like observing the value of a train that’s oscillating
Or screams of a clown whose heart is palpitating
Far into the east among the singing dunes of Taklimakan
While yonder far in sleepless waves of the blue Solomon
all these things are reveled into their fixed multitudes
The certainty of destiny is just a random category
Einstein is my Jesus with the better degree
He discovered the principles of mass and energy
That duality of particles is the transit of orientation
And lay down the principles of a higher definition
My saints are Pouli, Dirc and Schrondinger’s Cat
For in truth he is a martyr for the quantum rat trap
Negative numbers are dirty Mormons in disguise
While Jehovah’s fall somewhere on an imaginary line
A faith without a basis is a decimal of a percentage
With zero as its average, until it gains a little adage
So I am a numberist, not established with orthodox
My believe things are relative like the smell of dirty sox
I worship calculators and skip down the Riemann line
But I don't observe a Sabbath unless its Christmas time
While sitting on the grassy knoll I watch the universe go by
Knowing God's a perfect particle you can't imagine until you try
It’s not the magic of the unknowing but the knowing that is beauty
From tiny cells to big galaxies, it’s what exists that is true divinity
poem by Kevin Patrick
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Oneliness
Sometimes the keyboard
gets fed up with sausage fingers
and takes matters into
it own electric energies,
its cyber wisdom that knows
only nought and one..
and who wants to hear a poem
about ‘my’ loneliness
as if writing about it will dump it all on you
and I can get on with my life
but oneliness ah that’s something
I don’t even need to write a poem about
I only need to say it and you know
exactly what I mean
now the computer has reminded me:
when you’re complete, invulnerable,
need nothing more; when even dreams
fall still in awe of oneliness..
oneliness.. it has the sound of authority
as if medieval mystics like Juliana of Norwich
or the writer of the Cloud of Unknowing
are sharing the knowing of it with us;
perhaps the computer, too, switched off at night,
sighs and knows with a shiver of delight
that state that knows itself like maybe
nought and one may know themselves; like
truth just knows itself;
so good, so beautiful; warm
as a shared heart;
oneliness
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Reflections Surreal
I remember so well seeing you for the first time
Laying my gaze upon your youthful and oh so tender flesh,
Little did I know such a beauty would bloom upon the
Journey of adolescence. Little did I know that you
Would breathe such fresh breathe into my world.
I remember so well knowing you for the first time,
Sitting besides you in the classroom of our unwinding,
Asking you what it was you worse beneath the cloth
That hugged so tightly to your figure that I little room
For reason as lust and trust in instinct were united in a
Lifetime of maddened passion enflamed. Nothing would
Have been the same if we had kissed and always will I
Feel as though it was something that I missed, for you,
Your were my first blue, the abyss of blue out of time
And place. Now full of faith in destiny but still unsure of
My face I remain a fool upon the hill, masked, triumphant
In some insane mockery of knowing through imagination
The touch of your lips upon my skin. Let me in, Let me in.
I remember so well having you lead me upon a leash upon
The stairwell towards of destination, I remember well the
Way I felt when you could rest your thighs upon my knee,
When you would please me unknowing with the most uncomplicated
And miraculous of smiles. I’d walk miles upon my knees to be beside you,
Just know that that you are there in essence, breathing beauty into
This world of ours that once glowed so green. These days industrial
Tones alongside industrial stylings derange the aspirations of dreamers
Who try to imagine the horizon beyond the cooling of the towers?
I remember you worrying about your future,
I remember how I felt knowing that you would never imagine me beside you,
Lying awake, naked in your arms, the dream did me more harm than good.
To be your butler, to be your slave,
To wade upon my knees and savour the scent of your presence upon the breeze.
Alas how I felt when you would pass me by so easily without an ounce of
Desire enflamed within your eyes, so insecure was I, in such a confusion of adoration,
For you incited in me a passion out of fashion with my age and you would not believe me.
I would never deceive you,
I remember awaiting you sat upon the wall and seeing you stride upon the path
Looking unreal in you perfection as if some surreal reflection of a goddess incarnate
Had penetrated into this world of mine. I remember playing guitar to you, and I know
How much I would love to play for you now, how I would love to relive our time together, prefects with badges to prove our false authority, but loving the joke, you and I
Looking after a class of young and hopeful rebels. I feel hollow within the memory
Of missing every opportunity I could ever imagine to kiss you, just once, simple and
Uncomplicated, a kiss, a kiss, so bliss I may never miss out on again.
All I ever dreamed of was to know the sweet caress of your palms upon my form
All I ever dreamed of was shelter in your arms from the storm outside a raging.
Enslaved upon your knees in plastic iron, resembling some fair maiden from some
Ancient act of seduction portrayed. Oh how I wanted you to want me, How still it
Would make me cry tears of joy within to hold you close against my skin.
Let me in, let me in, let me in to your memories of I,
Let me sail the ocean of wonder I perceive within your arms,
Always feeling as though I could never deserve you
Always hoping that throughout the mists of obscurity
You would stride out stretching your arms to me and
Help lift this burden of mine and beseech to me your carnal wisdom.
I wrote a song for you
I painted for you
I thought of you always
And never did you know.
Never did I get to know your caress
Never did I get to know you undressed
Never did I get to bless the day I slipped between your thighs
Waving goodbye as I would to skies of bleak unknowing.
Show me the way; reveal to me your heart.
poem by David Lacey
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A offer to differ
We offer condolences
Without knowing the impact of death
We offer the advices
Without knowing what is wrath
We only feel
Try to steal
Not knowing what to do
It is exactly true
To know the sweetness
You must test bitterness
To know the truth
One must know the untruth
To know the test of wine
Under intoxication one should feel fine
To smell the flavor
One must know the flower
It is to be felt
Some fields need no tests
Poison may remain always poison
You should no go after it to find the reason
Air may not be seen but surely felt
Magic is seen and experienced but never spelled
To know the heaven one should not think even
Hell is always hell and need not be proven
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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0365 Poets and One World
The poet's world and the philosopher's
may seem to be in aim, and truth of act,
so different; the poet offers us
fine dreams of heart; philosophy, fine fact;
and yet, both spring from knowing nothing's known,
and wishing knowledge for its own true sake:
the poet seeks a truth in worlds his own;
philosophers seek paths which causes take;
yet both, in knowing their own ignorance,
are moved by wonder at the world they share -
the beauteous laws of this world's governance;
the universal heart and mind seen there:
poetic truth and love of wisdom spring
from wonder at the one in everything.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Wisdom
Wisdom is the building blocks of Truth.
And it is the best charity.
Knowing and understanding are different awareness.
Understanding is superior to knowing;
One who understands knows as well
But one who knows doesn’t necessarily understand!
To understand is to know something in detail.
It involves input of information and their processing in brain
In other words it involves thinking.
Whereas knowing
Is the result of some input of information in the brain.
Knowing is an outcome of observation or feeling
But understanding is an outcome of thought.
poem by Asif Andalib
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Six Feet Below
Past the fence is where they lay,
This is their home, this is their ground,
This is where they cry,
In this place they rest and are never found.
Here he put them when he was through,
Here is the place he comes when his work is done,
They all lay and watch, they used to be few
Now it has become his hobby what he does for fun.
They want to tell you, they send you dreams,
Yet we block these dreams for we are scared,
We shall never know what it means,
And so we shall be in darkness and the pain will never be repaired.
In this hidden graveyard they lay,
They watch people walk past unknowing,
They watch them day by day.
Being the only ones that know the truth, they hold the knowing.
He does his work so quietly, so well,
That we never see him coming, we never know.
Is he saying the truth, the living will never be able to tell,
For if you want to know the truth you have to be six feet below.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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A Mother's Pain
I'm pained a lot
O'darling with no heart
On bygone past
Unknowing true or false
Meaningless at me
When you shout
Still more paining a lot
O'darling with no heart
On needless waste
Unknowing true or false
Your spouse, your chit
Meaningless at you
When they shout
Paining a lot o'darling
Paining, paining, paining
Still a lot more paining
O'darling with no sense
On needless waste
Senseless your utterance
Unknowing of erratic deed
Meaningless at others
when uttered in shouts
Paining deathful o'darling
paining deathful, deathful..
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Innocence Is Affirmation Verification Of Light
Innocence is not an absence of legal guilt
Innocence is not freedom from specific wrongs
Innocence is a quality state of freedom from sins guilt
loss of innocence no integral part
of maturity necessary coming of age
awareness of world pain suffering evil
Innocence is not absence of normative experience
Innocence is not ignorance not knowing evil
Innocence is affirmation a naked sinless nature
Innocence is choice verification of brilliant divinity light
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Truth Is Free of Deception
Truth has descended upon us unannounced,
And people are discovering their shallowness.
They are hiding to cover themselves under fresh lies!
Believing they can not be seen!
They do not know they always were.
Since truth is free of deception!
There can be only one truth!
And when the truth sets you free...
Believe it!
It sets you free to see deceivers!
Even encased within steel and walls of concrete,
They can not hide!
Not who they are.
Not from inside!
They run to God not knowing it is HE who reveals them!
Not knowing HE is also SHE...
Of the WE of US He has made!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Justice Is Just Not There
Justice
Is left to unsuspecting eyes
The public’s truth is abused and broken
Through the governments cruel lies.
Money spent on holidays and trips round the world
While others die of hunger and thirst
The prime minister will keep on living longer
He doesn’t know how to live in unknowing worst
He only knows of life’s ups and extravagance
Being pampered and pruned
His deceitful ways of hiding the truth
My hurt and knowing, is a growing wound
His life is glamour and star lit balls
Of expensive food and parties
While others are living in dirt and grime
Just wanting life’s simple necessities.
So please help us,
Give us some needed support
The justice in this world is fallen into nothing
Violence will be my last resort
Yet if it comes to that, don’t think I won’t
I will make your life hell
I’m just asking for a chance to survive
If you don’t, inevitably we will rebel
Shed us some light of life
Come to our aid of distress
And at least give us a sense of hope
So we are not forever in darkness
poem by David Memedi
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Do Exactly
Of wisdom, knowledge and understanding;
Of peace, love and care;
Of power, beauty and kindness;
We have the spirit of truth and the spirit of error!
So do not be a lair to your friends.
Dance exactly as he danced and,
Do not follow that which is evil;
Learn exactly as he learnt and,
be very strong like the palm tree;
For this world is getting worse all the time.
Greedy dogs!
They lie to the people;
So do write out exactly as he wrote,
For the truth is always the truth.
Of a great plan,
Of a great puzzle,
It is getting worse all the time with the world;
So try to test every spirit.
I have not send them, yet they run;
I have not spoken to them, yet they speak;
But try to eat from the tree of life to gain wisdom always.
Life is like the potter's clay and,
You have to do exactly as they did;
But do go for the truth always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Easy To Know, Difficult To Practice!
We are nothing,
It is truth of Truth that
We are nothing, when compared to infinite wisdom around,
Infinite mass, infinite energy, infinite phenomena, infinite number of infinite knowledge on infinite topics around,
we were that puppets play on the stage,
Are we puppets and helpless, lifeless puppets?
No we are living puppets!
Puppets in the hands of destiny,
Is it true?
Nay, we are puppets in hands of our own desires and deeds,
Our own brilliance and folly!
If man's soul is in nature,
then he has to protect it from danger,
But a mind polluted by careless and reckless ego,
How can he keep environment clean?
If trees are cut recklessly, man will build his own cross!
If man's soul is in nature he has to conserve it,
Mountains and trees are his soul that bring the rain and abundance of life!
Harvest that, what one sow,
Cause and affect that follow,
one who think he is deep, somewhere he is shallow,
Somehow time will prove where he is hollow!
Knowing that he is nothing,
the baseless ego,
Useless he exist as a worm,
Sometimes as helpless as chained dog we lament,
As baseless as moving shadow,
One is free to act, but not free from effects,
So let us use this Freewill to know ourselves and live upto that,
Knowing oneself is easy and effortless,
But live accordingly is difficult,
Let us first eat for our life and not live to eat!
Let us become carefull in action,
Cautious, yet casual steps,
Save us from fall,
save us all,
with our green friends,
we live long!
Nothing is not that nothing,
but is Everything!
we learn to live as we are,
Without desires or expectation,
Not in the memory of past,
Not in anticipation of unborn future,
Let us live as if we are angels,
Lord of the universe dwell in us,
We live and work for him,
Knowing our nonexistent ego,
Get to the base of truth,
Let us be gods existing,
Representative of Almighty God,
Serene, kind, ever loving,
Honest and punctual,
Knowing our duties, performing well,
Rightfully exercising our right and might!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Transfer
Sometimes we transfer our own guilt
onto people that we love.
Pushing them away
instead of drawing them close,
we punish them for their mistakes
as well as our own.
We knaw away their existence
so they never know the truth.
Hurting them the way we felt
that we should have been.
When we realize what we have done
there is no time for recompense,
too late to turn back the clock.
Too much damage has been done
and we forget the hurt they might feel
by the unanswered questions they have.
The sorrow of unknowing
that they readily feel
all because we transferred
our guilt onto them.
7 August 2009
poem by David Harris
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A Hop, Skip and a Jump
A hop, skip and a jump
From where it is we're going,
A hop, skip and a jump
From ever really knowing.
Such a short distance and yet so vast
And in all the unknowing the die's been cast.
Best we not see what the future brings.
Best just to concentrate on how the nightingale sings.
For the hop, the skip and the jump
Is the uncertainty we all must face.
For linear time that's present on earth
Has been limited since our birth.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Poem: 'Playtime Slayer
- 6. May.2006 -
Unsuspecting children play, nothing seems amiss
They are jumping, they are running, they’re just ‘being kids’
Unsuspecting children play, unnoticing this little girl
She is crying, she is dying, carrying the weight of the world
Unsuspecting children play, laughing to themselves
They are so unknowing of this little girls living hell
Unsuspecting children play, having so much fun
This girl is used to being bullied, but she’s not the only one
Unsuspecting children play, unknowing of this pain
They don’t even see this girl… they don’t let her join their game
Unsuspecting children play, as a young girls life falls apart
They don’t even suspect; this little girl ‘self-harms’
poem by Rachel Ann Clark
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Wisdom From Above
The Word of God is so very clear, yet, so many men have no fear,
Within their hearts, of The Lord, and so God’s Word goes ignored;
A fear that begins wisdom for all, men everywhere great and small,
Wisdom which opens eyes to see, Truths from the Lord of Eternity.
The Lord revealed Himself to Israel, revealing His Purpose and Will,
And today the Lord’s Revelation, is available to every single nation,
For God spoke through His Son, not just to Israel, but to everyone,
God’s Son was revealed to all men, in a world that was condemned.
My friend, this day as in ages past, only Heavenly Wisdom will last,
A wisdom, which you will receive, when God’s Truth you do believe,
The Wisdom from The Lord above, greater than what men speak of,
Far surpassing the wisdom of men, that, Christ Jesus will condemn.
With this Wisdom, you will heed, the words of Truth which you read,
And as the Spirit opens your eyes, worldly wisdom you will despise,
Embracing Truths of God’s Word, over empty wisdom you’ve heard,
As The Spirit of God does impart, Truth and Wisdom into your heart.
Man’s worldly wisdom my friend, God makes foolishness in the end,
As God frustrates their empty ways, for The Lord’s Glory and Praise;
This all begins through Godly fear, of The Lord, Who is so very near,
And God’s Wisdom, you will see, leads a heart to New Life, Eternally.
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