Best Intellectuality Poems
My Poetry is Me.
My poetry is me.
You won't find me behind forest trees.
Nor in brilliant words in flight.
Nor in words, esoteric
One-liners are not me.
Nor do I flaunt my intellectuality.
Nor feign humble religiosity.
I know no other way to be~
My poetry is simply,me.
July 2, 2020
2pm PST
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Monseigneur Reygus Hameltus—defrocked priest and sorcerer of the black
arts; epiphany of evil and master of debauchery.
He looks among his minions with a grim bearded countenance
and piercing beady eyes with a distinct grimace of utter revulsion.
As the full moon rises and arches in the evening sky . . .
Reygus Hameltus menacingly stands by.
Once a famous devout and humble priest of medieval times,
he was a biblical scholar and factotum of great intellectuality.
His walk and conversion to the dark side
mirrored his frustration with God himself;
Reygus Hameltus felt that God had deserted him
and no longer cared to listen to him.
With this . . . and losing faith
he turned to the Devil, the ultimate corrupter of the human soul.
As the full moon rises and arches in the evening sky . . .
Reygus Hameltus menacingly stands by.
As Reygus Hameltus assumed his apostleship in evil,
every ounce of goodness and spiritual greatness
left his body and soul in good measure.
He murdered and raped, cajoled and lied,
and brought deception and reeked destruction
on all who crossed his path and his disciples no less.
As the full moon rises and arches in the evening sky . . .
Reygus Hameltus menacingly stands by.
But it should be said that all evil one day runs its course.
And when the good people of Montserrat fought back and answered in kind . . .
Monseigneur Reygus Hameltus — black arts sorcerer and his witches’ coven
suffered the eternal vengeance and wrath of God
and were banished to the Devil’s Kingdom forever—faraway from mankind!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved - August 13, 2014
(Free Verse)
How do we go through life with degrees?
And always, always blame someone for our needs!
Sad, Ivory Tower midgets are we!
Living in outreageous arrogance, but always blaming thee!
Big heads, but no hearts.
Blame, blame, are our poison darts.
Who, we? We are perfect you see?
Ineffective, irresponsible, intellectuality!
What have you done for the earth?
Besides quipping, off the cuff, ineffective mirth?
10-10-2021
CALIBER:
Burn out the news,
If you think of it being new.
The talk of what I've been through,
Doesn't appear as truth.
It's a risky deal for you.
I'm seeing it with few,
To be an unimaginable conceptualised deal.
Back in our younger days,
Where we just trap to efface.
Something I never accept to taste.
People call me lame of shame,
For I choose to be myself in the game.
Smoking, killing, robbing never my aim.
Wasn't part of reasons why I came.
I get a different plan all the same,
With my red eyes picturing my lane.
Impressing nobody, fear not to be sane.
Go ahead and shoot me Mr. Sake of fame.
What gets me stronger is an undying flame,
Unlimitedly causing magnificence,
Born out of intellectuality walled by faith.
This citation proves my legitimacy on slate.
As I stand by personal competence to be awake,
To clearly elaborate minds laid on await.
At the end we all will be clinged by conjugate.
And our spines will elevate,
Causing a tremendous change to propagate.
No suicide, fratracide would be in minds.
And every heart will show some kind,
Only for that goal to be held as one.
When the table serve some wine,
We then say a good deal is done.
But hold on some minute,
Maybe you're actually not getting it.
Well, Some also might be lost to think,
Especially those folks diregarding this.
This is a reality defining who I am.
I don't go contrary to the norm.
That's going wayward or doing wrong,
Because I don't forget where I'm from.
And I throw no stones to those who conform,
To the system that corrupts.
It's their choice,and I'm informed.
In my circle do I not stay common,
Assertively taking refuge in a dungeon,
Protected by Judah's Greatest Lion.
On him do I forever rely on.
My strength and happiness,
Sourced from his greatness.
Placing me at the top to be fearless.
What then could make my life baseless?
I'm brave and earnest.
Withstanding against pellets,
Discharged to cause breakdowns,
Against my life anyhow.
In fact, this is really detrimental.
Yet, I modify it willfully to be topical.
Funny how the narration goes,
I don't care about it though .
I stay keenly to achieve my goals..
Strictly do I hate to oppose.
And thank God my ambitions is not disclosed,
For my worth to be blemished the most.
Yes,I'm Anderson Walkingshoes!
I'm strong, determined and bold.
So,impassioned,my heart instantaneously was captured.
By your dark moonlit, emerald eyes, with one gaze,
I was magically....enraptured!
Later, intoxicated by your hot,burning crimson lips.
Your hands electrified,me when they drew me to
Your oh so tempestuous hips!
I am a poetess, certainly am not drawn to intellectuality.
Love, intimacy and desiring souls only, most surely
Do set my spirit free!
There is no trophy to win,as love’s blessings are the best.
Joy, happiness, love and just being with you was...
My forever, glowing, amethyst remembrance!
5/2/2022
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Do you see me? or do your eyes see me?-
Does your brain see right through me?.. Can you analyze my anonymity?
If you do, please don't refer to me as your majesty,
I'm just a gifted child whose ideas surge rapidly...
Now, don't be scared, just a lost soul with ideas i can't bare,
thoughts i can't share
because your mind will never posses the power to care.
Lost- like your intellectuality,
your potential is scarce; you have the power... it just needs to be aired.
Now when you sit there-alone, what do you do?
Does your brain speak for you?
or does it simply act for you?
Your human instinct tells your brain that you are emotionally unstable, now stop-relax.
Ideas will surge and get altered,
but you-you will still remain.
"Energy can never be created nor destroyed."
A phrase that lures you away from the ideas they want you to avoid-a form of death-the assassination of the elements you should exploit, only to further your own mental joy.
Life created your light, now live on... go pursue what you think is right.
Don't overthink and never be so uptight,
just know it is a luxury-only for those that are willing to fight.
Be wise and don't swallow everything your eyes have to buy,
you will eventually realize the powers of the human mind, but what's its worth
if you don't see it as a prize?
For your light will always shine,
and your soul will never die.
You are the durable energy created-sculpted- going against the powers of destruction.
Messed up room and untouched books ariled by dust,
Branded cards specially bought
To bring out yips,
Last year’s Questions
Cut-short by hazards,
Next day’s paper
To prove the intellectuality in us.
Gabfest few minutes and
Gambling with the Joker for few hours,
A priori minds
And the counterattack,
A checkmate came after
When we realized
Only a night left thereafter.
Tension free four noetic minds
Held back for the bid,
Contributions pulled together
For the set paper to reach us.
Selected essay types and unsorted small questions -
Difficulty aroused to find out the answers
For the latter ones.
A yawning start and pages on count
Serious four minds
Now settled to start with the easygoing ones.
A Night-tea break and counting the part left
A great deal to follow, Unlaxed mood yet.
Cut-shorts answers on the way to close
Six month’s at one night
Now to face a three hours of fight.
Smiling four faces and head surging legion
Final bell rang and papers distributed.
Eye balls bulged out,
Heads started to itch,
Last night bid paper
Appeared a son of a b(i)tch.
Experienced four minds
Now to prove their intellectuality –
They followed the same old tricks.
Mugged up answers allotted
To the questions appeared from the same chapter,
Few were filled up
By their inborn self author.
Three hours to end
And we finished an half before,
We just followed the same old theory trick
Never leave the field blank
Or else to choke.
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How did it come to pass that
belonging to a religion is now
considered a stupid act?
And when being anti-American,
a sign of superior intellectuality?
When no respect for our laws on
the books are heeded?
When, did it become popular to
kill newborns, supported by
women dressed as female body
parts, marching in the streets?
Worse, to express any and all
Conservative political opinions,
as for this may mean you will be
avoided or physically beaten?
The most insulting of all, to have
mass murders, allowing the killer
to live, we just need his Manifesto
to justify it all?
And howling politicians dancing on
the graves of the dead like wolves!
Just to get into the White House?
Ungodly shameless, is all!
August 4, 2019
4pm PST
DEVINE PARENTAGE:
Praise be unto JEHOVAH!
The GOD who has no rootage,
And no one knows his lineage.
His holiness is basically not a heritage,
And His divinity spiritually holds a mileage,
Which is affirmed with a homage.
Praise be unto JEHOVAH!
The GOD who is a perpetual Mother...
A good Mother full of honour,
Whose breastmilk carries power,
Nourishing Her offsprings with brainpower.
Her eternal nurturing for them is without a cessation.
Her intellectuality is with perfection.
Her heart beats with compassion,
Forgiving them of their transgressions.
And saving them from destructions.
Praise be unto JEHOVAH!
The GOD who is an everlasting father...
A Father who really loves his children.
His heart is a fine accommodation,
Providing them food and protection.
He advices and motivates them with affection,
Making His fatherhood based on confection,
So that He chooses no to consign.
And in Him do the children confine,
As He makes their life so fine.
Yes,JEHOVAH is a Mother...,
Yes,JEHOVAH is a Father...,
His parenthood overwhelms.
And He rules in all realms,
Because,the universe dwells in his hands.
And with His rulership,no one can withstand.
Sweet surrenderI amparalyzedwith dazzling joy – feeling lively.
Sweet surrenderI ammergedwith transparency; purity of faith.
Simplicity of Two fusion heartsuncovering the sinking thirst, pain, and blind spotsshapingus a Cozy oysterOn the way to our exponentialcourtship into the eleventh dimension.
Enamored of intellectuality, warmhearted caress, gravitational intensityTime desists whenholding each other organicallyoncampus
Listen! One one-thousand, two one-thousand, three one-thousandI heara home port in his heart for me
Sweet surrenderIrresistible, longest surprising, consciously evolvingchampion plannerDevoted blue eyes shining froth
He welcomes me –home
Sweet surrender
10/7/2023
A classical poet, indeed, you are not.
An intellectual poet, spare me the lot!!
Fingers that knew well,humanity’s heart .
Poetry that freed me from, dead stoic art .
Freedom to be, who we are was your song.
“Since feeling is first,”I do hum, all day long!
Intellectualism, bores this poet to tears!
Lying with my love on summer’s grass my heart cheers.
I shall love you, e.e, Cummings, till my final breath.
Your poetry, I will value and love until the day of my death.
You gave me the ultimate freedom to really be me,
I think of you always when writing good poetry.
Your sensuous lines…..“Since feeling is first,”
Allowed me to surpass intellectuality, it’s life that I thirst!”
My love and respect,
Panagiota Romios
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My verse is romantic realistic
in it gypsy flutes and mandolins play
an outside air of bohemian intellectuality
my poetry misses life, era of activist
Perhaps you don’t know,
About a treatment of insults,
I were insulting over centuries,
I am Dalit that’s why I am writing you.
If you are seeking justice,
Just remind them who are attempting,
Injustice can deliver anyone,
Can you mark a sign of peace?
I am n’t foolish, I am n’t illiterate,
I am wise and I am educated,
That’s why I am seeking cooperation,
To confirm your regard.
I were humiliated over centuries,
That’s why I am raising this voice,
Do you believe injustice?
Let’s go to kill discriminations.
I want to live my life,
That’s why my struggle is hard,
I thought one day will come, when
You shall regard your intellectuality.
If you are seeking your regard,
Just remind them our differences are,
For a better living, to keep us alive,
To justify the values of natural resources.
He is Lord
The owner of natural developments,
A human has his positive belief
God cares for all.
Nobody knows
His colour, caste and race
But a human believes also
Lord has a language
He was born a human.
Why only in a human shape,
Is a human super class in animals?
Only human is responsible for all experiments
His jurisdiction cares for all lives
To provide equal opportunity,
A struggle for justice
For human beings.
God looks after everybody
Who knows?
But a human did it
He cares for all
He dreams to serve for all
By his power, greed or intellectuality
But human never cares for human jurisdiction
And always commit crime
He never thought
Law has its service
Everywhere on a territory
Where he lives.