9 April 2018

Poem

Over at "Procrastinating Donkey", Jenny in Nova Scotia, poses regular poetry challenges. Today's challenge was to write a poem on the theme of "Ignorance". Now ignorance is something I know a lot about. In fact I am a veritable expert in ignorance.  Consequently, I decided to craft a poem on the subject.  Here it is. dear seekers of secrets...

27 comments:

  1. If you want to reach the moon you just get in a rocket and fly there and I thought everyone knew the way to Timbuktu.

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    1. Timbuktu is east of Nouakchott and northwest of Ouagadougou. I am not ignorant.

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    2. As I indicated in the poem, I am ignorant. I imagined I could get to the moon upon a moonbeam and I thought I might need a caravan of camels to reach Timbuktu.

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  2. Whether the poem

    If I were a cassowary
    On the plains of Timbuctoo
    I would eat a missionary,
    Cassock, bands, and hymn-book too.

    Was written by Wilberforce or Thackeray they displayed ignorance. Cassowaries are not found in Africa but in Australia.

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    1. PS. I rather admired your poem.

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    2. Samuel Wilberfore wrote that - son of William Wilberforce who is still feted in my home city - Hull. Thank you for reading my poem and giving it some thought.

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  3. Ditto to Graham's PS.

    We have a saying in the U.S. that ignorance can be fixed but stupid lasts forever.

    PS. Actually, its' double ditto to Graham's PS.

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    1. I know how to use apostrophes but the computer doesn't (or perhaps one finger just got ahead of the other); its' should have been it's.

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    2. Thank you for dropping by to consider my poem. Your intelligent support in this area means a lot to me Bob.

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  4. That is wonderful, Mr. Pudding. Really thoughtful and profound, in my opinion.

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    1. I am very pleased that you liked that one my friend.

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  5. Ignorant you are not
    When the rhymes that you have penned
    Speak of more than an afterthought
    For the polar bear we must defend

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    1. I fear that the polar bear is heading the same way as the dodo Bonnie.

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  6. My thoughts, as pedestrian as they are, are in my reply to your comment on my blog, YP. Short version: Excellent work, A+, young man.

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    1. Thank you for sparking my poem Jenny O'Brien.

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  7. U are a thoughtful old pudding

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  8. Do you really want to go to Timbuktu?

    And there is no point asking Dione Warwick if she knows the way to San Jose. She is still trying to find her way.

    I know you know you know more than you're telling us you know or don't know.

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    1. At the age of 77, I very much doubt that Dionne Warwick will ever find her way to San Jose now. Do you know the way to Eagle Heights?

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    2. Well...seeing I'm 73, and not yet reached the age of 77, I do know the way to Eagle Heights, Yorkie. It's only about 7kms on the northern end of this plateau to where I live.

      It's just as well I know my way seeing my best friend, Susan and her husband live at Eagle Heights. I helped cater for Susan's mother's 100th birthday celebration back in June, 2017. If I didn't know the way there I'd still have a lot of food on my hands! :)

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  9. Your beautiful way with words has never failed to astound me, YP. I'm ignorant of who Hughie is and I wonder who your seeker of secrets is, but all the best poems have their mysteries.

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    1. Thank you for calling by again Elizabeth. I hope you are well. Hughie was a Scottish student I knew at university. He drank like a fish and seemed oblivious about his future.

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  10. You really hit us in the end and take us down a peg or two. Nice one!

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    1. Bash! Splat! Take that Mr Red! Thanks for your consideration sir.

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  11. You had me at "heath fritillary", which I first thought it said "health fritillary" and was imagining some kind of cardio problem. But the great and mighty Google set me straight. Nice poem, Mr. Pudding.

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    1. The heath fritillary is now a rare and endangered butterfly in The British Isles.

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  12. It's a zen proverb, I believe, that wisdom actually lies in not knowing.

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