Intellectualism Poems | Examples

Anti-Intellectualism, BEING THERE

I never think my thoughts deep thoughts  --
though I'm no Peter Sellers, they are
but common trite reactions.  l do not live
an examined philosophic life; nor have I
focused, fathomed understanding.

But -- there is, everywhere, wide-eyed blank confusion --
crowds that do not listen, do not hear, cannot ken --
that do not choose even NOT to grasp
what is shown, or read, said, or written.

While reveling in company that towers
oh! so high in intellectual singularity --
such myriad dazzling talents! -- alas! I
am only still another erstwhile 
Chauncey Gardiner.

Envoi:  Where are (perhaps in hiding?) 
our popular current Feynmans -- Sagans -- 
Hawkings -- even  Einsteins? Now I will -- 
I must ! -- ask: think YOU that ignorance 
might NOT be bliss?

Lousy Hotel Bar

He lived in room 757
just like a haiku
thats what he said to me
just like a haiku
eesh

There’s a reason I avoid this part of town

if not for the psuedo intellectualism that spreads
faster than herpes at a swingers party
then for the cheap drinks for too much money
the door guy that thinks he deserves a tip
keeping out the ‘riffraff’ as they used to say

The Polo shirt with the Raybans over in the corner
makes eyes at the one girl his buddies brought to the bar
if he plays his cards right
he might just have a chance

and why not? 
Did I walk into a bar
or some sort of reality show
where are the cameras and who’s
ing with me?

The carbon copy cut outs of people all staged around the place
talking about haikus
and their twitter account 
and their many followers
not my scene as I head to the door

As a pick up from my coat from the check
the girl tells me to have a good night
I doubt it
no one writes Haiku’s anymore

Woodpeckers in Silence

The stench of puerile self-aggrandizement wafts through the air, a noxious cloud of platitudes and pomp, as the pusillanimous pustules of pseudo-intellectualism congregate to lavish accolades upon one another. How... amusing. The notion that these self-absorbed aesthetes, ye armchair sybarites, consider themselves arbiters of taste and talent, is nothing short of grotesque. And yet, here it persists, leeches on the cadavers of real artistry, perpetuating a vicious cycle of backslapping mediocrity, as they vomit forth oozing saccharine, cliche-ridden tripe, and elevate it to the status of holy scripture. Quaint indeed. The stench of their ignominy is almost... palpable.

How does it feel to know that playing by the rules was your downfall, I said I would be the last poetess standing because I can do: abattoir hymns of crimson vortices shredding the children to rain sanguinary as viscera chunks hail from above. Sorry ai can’t touch me, it would freak out to even read that. I may not have won many contests, but oops. Hehe.

Highgate Cemetery

Highgate Cemetery

Thank you, my young English photographer brother, for the tip
I will come back often to visit this fantastic and beautiful cemetery
The hours I spent here changed my life, those souls were owners of the life

Meet with them here was a realistic dream, the living past is real
So many cristal craniums live here, artists, scientists, politicians, and more
The atmosphere here is unique and empyrean, ethereal, unearthly

A walk here is more than a confession in a church, it cleanses your heart
Much more than a university or a gigantic library, all the monuments teach you
The life, everything, this is atmospheric intellectualism, the gate of the high

Highgate Cemetery
The Gate of the High
Yes
Creative and inspiring
Always living past

Joe Dimino

You can tell who writes from the heart -- there is a living quality to those works transcending mere Intellectualism. 

He walks with his heart on his sleeve, 
so us poets can find reprieve 
He is always a verse-maker with creative flair 
and his mind works like a sieve 
Joe is a souper who is no duper he's real,  
as real as the heartfelt poems he weaves. 
Dimino I quote says,  " In fact all of love, 
cannot fit on a shelf nor a continent in itself.  
His soul is so grand that it soars,  
like a kite in full height, ...like a prayer.  
Joe is a string of pearls lit up by the dazzle of his stay,   
when he phrases his stories just right,
he brings forth so much light.

Ode To Ee Cummings

               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

Introspection-02

no, there is need nothing and none,
no place is need for this,
no time is need for this,
no sky is need for this,
no earth is need for this,
no air, no fire, no water is need for this,
no space is need for this,
no motion is need for this,
no sun, no moon is need for this,
no dark and light is need for this,
no flora and fauna is need for this,
no solar system is need for this,
this is only human intellectualism

o' yes; there is human intellectualism;
no shape this intellectualism has,
omnipotent and omnipresent this is!

the intellectualism creates many more
and decorates willingly the universe
by this intellectualism human makes
rules, regulations and governs himself

every moment this intellectualism
appears as like as the creator!

is this human intellectualism creator, the almighty?


-May 16,2019 Chattogram

Introspection-01

dissect your chest
you'll find a heart;

dissect your heart
you'll find nothing without blood;
because, your true shape is shapeless
which only stay in knowledge

if you enrich the knowledge of non-shape intellectualism
then you'll find yourself truly

when you know yourself truly
then you'll find your creator; the almighty


-May 15,2019 Chattogram

Sun of Faith

When

the sun of faith shines bright

human intellectualism

can

clearer discern truth's path

provided vain ego is put aside









© Demetrios Trifiatis
     08 March 2020

* HAPPY WOMEN'S DAY TO ALL MY TENDER FRIENDS!

Let the Heart of Art Come

the sun, the moon
the stars
the galaxy
the meteor
Art, arts of nature
arts of God

Painting
the sunrise, sunset
the sun or day
the moon, stars of night
artistic intellectualism

let the heart of art come
come on the vast vacuity of the space field
and let it paint
by the poetic words
with or without sorrowful earth



-31/10/19 CTG, BD

Amandla Stanberg : Burning Heart

Your pupils are like the sun
When peeping at prime of the day-
Liveliness it strikes in turn,
As her gaze touches the summer's day.

Your smiles are like honey,
But not like honey:
Sweetening a battered heart.
Yet, it's your cheapest art.

Your voice is the communion
Of the waves and the sea,
Apt communication,
Driving attention in crazed velocity.

Your steps are like the gazelle's,
A point in time: another the next.
Comportment of aligned structures:
The most contentious infrastructure.

Extended intellectualism in sensitive fares, 
Amandla the burning heart, thoughts trailing tears. 

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Inside Out

Digital fuzz in my ears
And I'm blowing bubbles
Watching them burst
In mirrored sunlight

This is what you get
Take it from the bottom
And tear it up to the top
Such fractured intellectualism

They call me a whore
Because I inject dictionary entries
They call me pissant
Because I'm too idealist

Paint streaks of black
In the midday sky
Corruption bred from innocence
And innocence bred from naivety

Ridicule my visage
Insult my scientific method
Reject my joy
Inebriate my passion

Deconstruct a lifetime
Within mere seconds
And it hurts so bad
It hurts so bad

Everything up is down
Everything east is west
Everything inside is out
Everything so vile

Drill holes in my head
Let the demons out to play
If it makes you happy
Just watch me cry

Nostalgia

Nostalgia

The moment I was here
I got the handshakes of kings
I got the hugs of queens
The moment I was here
I received a tap on my back
From those ahead of me in intellectualism

The moment I was here
I got the doses of wisdom
Necessary to climb the ladder of success
The moment I was here
I was told the secrets of success
I was imbibed with the spirit of resilience

The moment I was here
I shared jokes with friends and colleagues
Laughing and smiling momentarily 
I rubbed minds with future leaders
Discussing the future of our domicile

Reflections: Intellectualism

To Dine, To Die;
Conversations spiral
While thunderous eyes
Grasp concepts to recycle.

Constant debt crisis
A political paradox
Grating social devices
Over the sorting of socks.

Pseudo-analysis
An endless groan
Argumental paralysis
The debate grants no throne.

Existentialism
Over a roast
Potatoes won't listen
To who talks the most.

"That point is so interesting"
The floor is open for chat
"What is real?" not a thing
"Meow" adds the cat.

Crazy World

Crazy World

It’s funny how
The universities are still in business
Of producing graduates
That speak funny English
And hardly make invention
And the stock market falls
Down street tumbles
That lets people buy
And make profit
Like grandpa used to say,
True intellectualism died
In the year 1929
With the rise in acumen inflation
It was then that
This Federal Reserve of Ignorance
The true villain of this quandary
Traces its genesis
Hope that explains succinct
This universal impotence

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