Best Intelligentsia Poems
Garden of Eden is far from this
with shared affinity among its borders
with confusing the a fore mentioned
Gone through the sun but fun
with life of thorn and burn
now the result the negative bio-rhythm
Geographically located in bliss
with males of bonny and muscular frame
female so fair on the opposite of buxom line
Of-course she is engaged in exchange
often called bimbo by her bilateral partners
ever sacrificing, never satisfied
Always a hero in her mind`s eye
known a bluff by passers-by
but certainly not a blue bottle
he rubbed his eyes
and said you just think that way
so you always have an answer ready
which may well constitute
a state of pure entertainment
with multiple jaw grinding orgasms
in a dog lick dog kind of world
at Cathode Ray's tanning salon
so what would it really take
for the union to lay down with the banker
I'm not sure high above the clouds
is the place to find anything
certainly not a mirror to be had
much less a cinema projector
with scenes of domestication
good god Reginald where
do you plan to put that thing
Reginald sneezed his false teeth
into his dinner plate as an augury
probed prodded palpated
looking for the intelligentsia
in the yellow pages
but they were yellow and didn’t stand out
their attempts to overthrow evolution
led to a cornucopia of calamity
at the crossroads of conundrum
traded their thumbs for a reliable statistic
the atmospherics garbled the transmission
and made anyone look like a prophet
left my friends hanging from lamp posts
adulterers heretics and infidels
cataleptics ablaze with legend
trained by biblical harlots
tending their hornet infested gardens
avoiding the irredeemably antique
and inexact to a criminal degree
in the war between belief and certainty
my script supervisor just pulled the plug
he's not from Sesame Street
he's from Bastille Boulevard
the artist is bait and accident prone
opaque as an 8 ball at high velocity
caroming through every nave and vestibule
bladder control found again
in the midst of bourgeoisie panic
a meditation of involvement
I'm going where
the disorder of discovery is tolerated
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/
It's not funny
To die for the liberty
For the freedom to speak
Freely without fears.
It is not beautiful
to suffer for the rights
To use simple or single words,
To write truthfully, to shed lights
On everything, which is distasteful.
Freedom of the Press
Must be fundamental,
It is the very foundation of true
Democracy, which is a form of wisdom.
A great Nation wants nothing less
Than constant criticism from the few.
Bring the projectors, the martyrs,
The cameras, the writers,
The headlines, the headlights
Of the intelligentsia, to educate the mass,
The unemployed and the underprivileged
The real Heroes
Are never afraid to die,
For the words,
For the pens, pencils
Brushes, and crayons;
The dead heroes
Are our eternal champions.
The sick cowards
Are afraid of the words.
They are unreasonably angry,
Because they kill and hide
Like rats, like rodents.
The freedom of expression
Is absolutely warranted,
And is basically normal.
Open up, open wide to speak out,
Scream and shout.
This is fundamental
In a true democracy.
It is not funny or freaky,
To die for free speech.
However, it's too early
to die for the expression
Of simple words.
Copyright © January 2015 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Planet of the Grapes
and so the grapes
conspired
met in secret bunches
eavesdropped
on the vintners
during their
wine sipping lunches.
too win we must
subvert their minds
causing loss of focus
torturously tenderize
rendering it “mocus”.
we must accept
our crushing fate
entombment in the
vintners cellar
convince them
their dreams absurd
are absolutely stellar.
we’ll infiltrate
the highest realms
of the intelligentsia
cripple them
in brain cell death
of alcohols dementia.
they will tend
the very vines
that nurture revolution
unknowingly
complicit in
our forty proof solution.
John G. Lawless
10/18/2014
For the “Words – The Heart of Imagination?” – Poetry Contest
Sponsor – Brian Johnston
I think about intelligence
And wonder why we think our due
Is sanctioned by our own IQ
That natural inheritance
Compels us by unbending laws
To evolutionary cause
That beggars to irrelevance
The truth that brains can be a threat
That make it easy to forget
The most compelling evidence
That intellect may well provide
A rationale for venal pride
Displacing sounder temperaments
With logical proficiency
Ignoring self-deficiency
And cultivates intolerance
With vanity incredulous
And tidy, hidden prejudice
That blithely leads to negligence
Denying those less capable
In contexts inescapable
I much prefer the elegance
Of caring for the other guy
Of answering a helpless cry
Of principled benevolence
That intellect cannot be taught
Beyond the wit of reasoned thought
I think about intelligence
That natural inheritance
That beggars to irrelevance
The most compelling evidence
Displacing sounder temperaments
And cultivates intolerance
That blithely leads to negligence
I much prefer the elegance
Of principled benevolence
Written July 5, 2018
Howdy all. Forever more.
I wake with a cross, from a gravestone.
Coughing, yelping, only a dream.
It seems so real.
I can't breath, ecstatic.
Professional window movement, I can't back down.
I breath fresh air, like an animal, I am a humanoid intelligentsia.
Breath heavily, healthy like boxer in his prime.
Jesus is so real, his black-golden cross in my body.
Avoiding blasphemy by the voices in my head.
However, I succeed, the voices continue. Like Jinn, from Islam.
God protect me.
Yelping like a dream
Society – me ****
Society, the straight jacket of “socially” acceptable mores,
condemning all to a “one size fits all living coffin.
Social “mores”, cultural cudgels of “independent thought”,
ballyhooing the wonders of our differences
until Society’s sycophancy rears its head in obsequious disapproval.
Societal “Class Warfare” – High Society gazing at the “Waterfront”,
the homeless wrestling the wharf rats for scraps.
Secular secessionists worshiping the gods of political pontification
while the poor listen to the rumble of empty bellies
the elected intelligentsia nudge each other at the trough.
9/21/2016
submitted to – What Is Society? - poetry contest
from all identical to nothing identical
many exceptions to no exceptions
eventually deduced from the above
all deductions being eventual
that to have a spirit there must be suffering
now for the latest in strong arm technology
The U.S. Bureau of Labor Statistics estimates
that 13,013 food industry workers lost limbs
or other body parts in 2002 or was that 1001 ha ha
could make the butcher into a holy man
a 19th century ideology will do that to you
what this nation needs for butt certain
is a political high colonic with legs akimbo
he was from a long line of puzzle junkies
the trailer trash intelligentsia
bleeders dwarfs and lap dance assassins
in from the cold but still shivering
his autonomous mind shallow in a good way
no you’re right that is not possible
his recliner chair was his best friend
growing old and senile and blind
sitting for hours in the back yard
thistle weeds growing up around his car seat
the sun finally warmed his wondering body
and chrome towing ball head
run off the road from self examination
wailing an alert outward in all directions
setting fire to news vans pissing on reporters
for keeping us blind and stupid
the only thing not hypothetical is right now
where they murder their own truth seekers
because the truth belongs to no one
yah they killed a lot of angels to get here
sure as the jitney starts and stops
but since the struggle is no longer for survival
that should tell you something
existence is apparently making a point
it's a tin can with a wire handle
God has mocked you a thousand times
well ding dong mock him back
and attain your victory through semiotics
you know the imperial rhetorical
more missing teeth every time
seeing two objects because you got two eyes
will work the hourglass to a standstill
his bruised face was a horrifying presence
basically I did it to make myself laugh
utilizing the latest Child of Defiance plug in
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/
Forget Not…Lest History Repeats
Victims of the Nazis Regime:
Jehovah's Witnesses and Jews.
Marched like chickens to their slaughter.
Once walked in twelve million, plus, shoes.
Social democrats and partisans,
Gypsies and orphans did death reap.
Disabled by body or mind –
Add more feet to the deadly heap.
Communists, and trade unionists,
Soviet prisoners-of-war,
Polish Intelligentsia,
Vacant shoe-stack grows from the floor.
Adolf Hitler ordered them killed.
Annihilation camp, grim rouse,
Death at Auschwitz-Birkenau –
The stench of death reeks in mourned shoes.
WRITTEN FOR ABE LOPEZ "Leather Voices" Contest
© Dane Smith-Johnsen
May 14, 2010
Poetic Form: Quatrains
I cannot commune with you
if you don't believe Sasquatch exist
or if you think Nessie is just a myth;
if you do not see
science fiction is prophecy;
if you say the Mandella Effect is simply mass
misremembering things that have passed
and not caused by a glitch in the matrix,
even though researchers say we lay bricks
in a computer simulation
run by nefarious algorithms;
if you believe government does not lie
and Intelligentsia does not spy~
please do not come knocking on my door,
I will not hear you any more,
my tinfoil hat is always ready
to ensure every conspiracy theory
is kept in safety from the mind worms
infecting us at every turn
of the screw,
and from the Globalist shrew!
Sweet dreams are fantastic and enchanting,
The golden wings of brightness are quite chanting,
The natural beauty of songbirds is like fairy dust,
In this dream, I broke down with joy and bust.
Oh, dream! The ominous curved shape was not scary,
Chimera! The vampire seemed merry,
Then the classic scary stigma of horror vampire,
Fear of satanic blasphemy grew as a damper.
Oh! I closed my eyes in horror at that terrible sight!
His hypnotic eyes stopped the trembling, awe-inspiring flight!
The Vampiric myth unsolved puzzle may be resolved tonight,
My heart raced as the ego chiseled my family's artistic heights.
There is tranquility and calmness in my head,
Trying to remember how beatific this time is ahead,
I am grateful to God for my golden vision,
which appears to be a wonderful envision.
A mysterious traveler from our odd planet,
At home, into the magical realm of sleep gamut,
In a dream, I filled out a waiver and escaped Vietnam,
And I joined the National Guard, my favorite aplomb.
My favorite subject at school was English Literature,
Dad said math and science were vital, not litterateur,
I focused on calculus and left grammar to my proclivity,
I learned to design technical visuals, not creatively.
We were labeled "baby boomers," but we were war babies,
It ensures the happiness of possible rivals abides,
Living in America exposed me to a touch of pioneer history,
Technology and industry drive us forward through mystery.
The dream ceased without falling for the intelligentsia,
She freed me from lethargy by having me fight inertia,
Without her, I could have abused booze and heroin,
It's simpler to surrender to laziness than to be a heroine.
I rode the conveyor to the consulting to provide luxury,
I wrote finance and tech books to show I hump Riff Poetry,
Now I am in search of mystical sights and cosmic vibes,
When the writing is over, I shall resume painting the jibes.
The most exciting dreams are abruptly interrupted,
When the sun's rays approached, rouse erupted,
Appealing experiences, from a need for sleep,
More people assumed occult esoteric creep.
1ST place contest winner
Written: September 15, 2022
The Mystical Dream Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Science and Religion
Some ask, “Why do you waste your time on religious matters?
When it’s obvious, science is the answer.”
After countless hours, I realize the theories
Are like sieves and will not hold water.
I do not blame the scientists, who attempt to explain
The universe logically or the evolution of life
With evidence gathered.
It is these so-called “intelligentsia” who distort the facts
With fabrications and then propagate the lies to replace the truth.
This suits their narrative, the fools!
Science is rational, armed with data to analyze existence,
Whereas religion quenches the souls of human beings.
I, too, want my name in a history book,
But not as an idiot.
Lately I’m beginning to think we don’t have a prayer
What happened?
The only recourse besides rebellion is adequate representation
This country needs to be together and all I hear is divisive
Liberals and conservatives together pointing fingers
The bureaucracy is staggeringly over balanced
Pork Barrels carry Care Package Labels
(For the children)
Even I can see smoky mirrors spin too slowly
Intelligentsia seems to have stolen the supreme court
Who else would usurp home rights
Or separate God and Country
What manner of man would run for office
To try and bring order out of collegiate chaos?
Has no-one seen the disruptive power of French Canada?
Protestant Belfast?
Catholic Terrorism?
Dare I mention Twin Towers
And the divisiveness of how to build a memorial there
A normal Yank would have rebuilt bigger already
Lest I forget
We don’t have a prayer
United States? In a Pig’s Eye Porky
Oy, he has the answers to all!
He is psychiatrist, pollster,
Self-righteous, pompous
And that will be his downfall.
Beady-eyed, he is just waiting for you.
A snake charmer who loves to destroy a poet or twenty-two!
When you see him slither down Poetry
Soup Lane,
Better watch out for he is verified, hurtful!
He will humiliate you, and tryto swallow you with, sharp, famous fangs.
I have been bitten, boy, do I know!
He is coming to poison you with his intelligentsia show.
His name, not signicant, his heart cold
as ice.
You will know when you have been bitten,
as he shreds poets like Wuhan rice.
Your poetry, your feelings mean little to
him.
So many of you already think his demeaning
others , is delightfully quite in?
You best not ever disagree with this snake,
He will turn and humiliate you as a fake.
Best ask his permission before you post.
Or you will be a joke, no kidding ,the most?
7-5-2021
We never saw it coming, we were all at university
studying to be the future intelligentsia.
We wanted to be lawyers, accountants, and bankers,
we wanted to be science teachers, podiatrists, and politicians
and we made it!
We had the degrees and the diplomas. The recognition
and applause of a grateful nation.
Yet, a creeping uncertainty came upon us,
barbers, beauticians, plumbers, and contractors
began to look at us with pitying eyes.
It slowly dawned upon even us
that our kind of intelligence
was synthetic, by-rote, and inflexible.
We could only see what we were taught,
and we were taught by the self-deluded.
Ordinary working people began to see through us.
Their minds were growing perceptive, insightful,
and far-seeing. There's were the real intellect
and comprehension.
theirs the true understanding and acumen.
Life itself had led them into seeking questions
we had never thought to ask.
At first they attempted to transfer their greater acuity
onto us, but we just did not get it at all.
We were not prepared for real thinking.
We knew though that we still ruled society,
and so we kept telling ourselves how smart we were
while all those other's that did not have our book smarts
tried hard to ignore our ever increasing dumbness.