Ignorance is Bliss

Ignorance is Bliss

A Poem by J. B.

Ignorance is bliss.
or
The blissful practice ignorance.
I find accuracy in the second
         and only ignorance in the first. 

A statement of ignorance procured from the blissful ignorant.

Perhaps religious or political in origin?
                 Or is that ignorant of me to say?

I find no bliss in the assumption.

© 2017 J. B.


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They don't teach "awareness" In grade, middle, or high school. In most colleges lately it seems to be frowned upon. I "always" KNOW what is around me - both who and what AND of just WHERE I am.

I learned it as a kid... I've always appreciated my nightmares - they're all that's truly mine and they're even in color - who'ld a thunk.

Anyways, you've empowered me to think a bit AND remember a bit more ...while listening to these poems. I don't DO that - feeling empowered - anywhere near as much as I used to do.

Now as to THIS poem: using the same words to define, describe, depict, twist, and yes - to provide a bit of satirical rant... was fun for you. I appreciated the read.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I can understand your dislike of this old axiom, but I kinda like it & I use it to describe myself. Even tho your explanation is strong & well-stated, there seems to be a snarky edge & attitude . . . it makes me want to say: I prefer not to take life so seriously!!!!! *smile* (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 6 Years Ago


There is no bliss in ignorance which is how I feel you explained it , which makes me like the title even more. Its ironic. I like it.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

They don't teach "awareness" In grade, middle, or high school. In most colleges lately it seems to be frowned upon. I "always" KNOW what is around me - both who and what AND of just WHERE I am.

I learned it as a kid... I've always appreciated my nightmares - they're all that's truly mine and they're even in color - who'ld a thunk.

Anyways, you've empowered me to think a bit AND remember a bit more ...while listening to these poems. I don't DO that - feeling empowered - anywhere near as much as I used to do.

Now as to THIS poem: using the same words to define, describe, depict, twist, and yes - to provide a bit of satirical rant... was fun for you. I appreciated the read.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very witty writing

Sheer Terror

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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J. B.

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