"ignorantia" poems - Hello Poetry

All I believe in Is that no one Knows anything I believe in Sheer ignorance Anybody that Claims to know Something It's like "How could you?" We're clueless

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Jul 25, 2022

Jul 25, 2022 at 5:55 PM UTC

a-m-ryder

Ignorantia

All I believe in Is that no one Knows anything I believe in Sheer ignorance Anybody that Claims to know Something It's like "How could you?" We're clueless

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They run down corridors, penetrate Eardrums, tympanic membranes vibrating Sounds of whispered ignorantia, injected In minds, spewed out of unclosing mouths. Actively engaged in spreading the word, As meticulous news reporters committed To divulge, unfounded information, undercover Agents passing off as martyrs compelled, To fulfil their duties pretending To reluctantly execute a social service, yet, No one knows whether the lady down The street truly cheated, nor if her daughter Also slept with the alleged lover, while The audience is convinced and has convicted The adultery of the first sentencing the second, To shame and long-lasting denigrating fame. The punishment assigned to the free walking Defendants, found guilty by a jury of their peers, A public court rising to judge an offence Sickly existing merely in those insinuating Voices, inundating the tribunal corridors Of the neighbourhood, the city, the world, Tv and the web. Leaving the only words That count engraved in marble, epitaph On the tombstone of a suicidal man, ‘In loving memory of Mallory Dupe. Beloved husband of Helen and loving Father to Giselle. Shamelessly killed By rumours. No redemption granted.’

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Nov 10, 2017

Nov 10, 2017 at 2:40 AM UTC

aurorakastanias

Bathed in Ignorantia

They run down corridors, penetrate Eardrums, tympanic membranes vibrating Sounds of whispered ignorantia, injected In minds, spewed out of unclosing mouths. Actively engaged in spreading the word, As meticulous news reporters committed To divulge, unfounded information, undercover Agents passing off as martyrs compelled, To fulfil their duties pretending To reluctantly execute a social service, yet, No one knows whether the lady down The street truly cheated, nor if her daughter Also slept with the alleged lover, while The audience is convinced and has convicted The adultery of the first sentencing the second, To shame and long-lasting denigrating fame. The punishment assigned to the free walking Defendants, found guilty by a jury of their peers, A public court rising to judge an offence Sickly existing merely in those insinuating Voices, inundating the tribunal corridors Of the neighbourhood, the city, the world, Tv and the web. Leaving the only words That count engraved in marble, epitaph On the tombstone of a suicidal man, ‘In loving memory of Mallory Dupe. Beloved husband of Helen and loving Father to Giselle. Shamelessly killed By rumours. No redemption granted.’

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Deceptive minds figuratively articulate an apex manipulation. Stripping the pure intelligence of innocents souls. Unknowingly shaping and forming a false outer exterior to fit ones own desire. Conceited beings that proclaim to be "above" the rest when in spiritual reality they've created their own demise. In spite of the Devine which in turn lost its shine within time lost its mind no shorter in line. Time destroyed the Devine, and man invented time, for the "leaders of society" since beginning of their precious time, looked to control what they feared. What they feared was, and is the people. For the man who thinks with his mind shall overcome the man who thinks with his money. Ignorantia Felicitas. The saying the key? Or enveloping inspiration, living life free? Which in turn is the strife that the masses have lost, no we will never release the tension, at any certain cost. Deception, reflections, perfection, pre- conceived notions and feeling emotion. All things that should be and could be controlled and utilized by each individual person to fit their oh so different personalities. The ones who call themselves "enlightened" are the ones who are still trapped in the preset "bubble". We complain about the tyrants, an the manipulation, yet we are the ones to blame, and we are the ones who set our destinies in stone.

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Mar 5, 2014

Mar 5, 2014 at 4:36 AM UTC

matthew-giacomocristian-lopez

A lost identity, A wandering man

Deceptive minds figuratively articulate an apex manipulation. Stripping the pure intelligence of innocents souls. Unknowingly shaping and forming a false outer exterior to fit ones own desire. Conceited beings that proclaim to be "above" the rest when in spiritual reality they've created their own demise. In spite of the Devine which in turn lost its shine within time lost its mind no shorter in line. Time destroyed the Devine, and man invented time, for the "leaders of society" since beginning of their precious time, looked to control what they feared. What they feared was, and is the people. For the man who thinks with his mind shall overcome the man who thinks with his money. Ignorantia Felicitas. The saying the key? Or enveloping inspiration, living life free? Which in turn is the strife that the masses have lost, no we will never release the tension, at any certain cost. Deception, reflections, perfection, pre- conceived notions and feeling emotion. All things that should be and could be controlled and utilized by each individual person to fit their oh so different personalities. The ones who call themselves "enlightened" are the ones who are still trapped in the preset "bubble". We complain about the tyrants, an the manipulation, yet we are the ones to blame, and we are the ones who set our destinies in stone.

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