Ivory Tower Poems - Poems about Ivory Tower

The Ivory Tower -1-

The Ivory Tower
the talk of the city,
a seat of power,
in want of pity,
the clueless lack words,
add adjective stirs,
queues belated verbs,
a scheme to wreck,
your human nerves,
guesswork's an illusion,
stall tactics delusion,
your decency challenged,
you're thrown off-balanced,
and insecure is definitely assured,
they have control,
your life they own,
like a cat, they'll toy with you
they'll tear you up and enjoy the view
till

Beyond the Ivory Tower

Soft ivory pages, crisp and new.
Insulated from the world's harsh truths,
Snuggled in the comfort of rote learning, it waits.

Protected from challenging ideas,
Camouflaged as a bastion of knowledge,
Ignoring sounds of a changing world outside.

Each lesson absorbed, concepts released,
The slightest spark of curiosity dimmed,
Minds anchored to standardised forms.

Slow to evolve, the system creaks.
Returning to the safety of

Ivory

It's a fallacy that writers have to shut themselves up in their ivory towers to write. I have all these interruptions, three of which I gave birth to. If I was thrown for a loop every time I was distracted I could never get anything done.- Jodi Picoult

Sparkling skin, once grimy with dirt
Fresh from the

Ivory Tower People

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,

In My Ivory Tower

This hearth and home, my ivory tower,
     where in complete and thoughtful solitude
     I daily think, then ponder and often brood
reflectively with creative power:

in the place where I fear not or cower,
     where I, here dignified, feel understood;
     where

Dark Ivory Tower

Hey Academic,
throw me some facts
Explain to me clearly
each thought you attack

Dear Intellectual,
restate and rephrase
Your version of truth,
empty words in the fray

Hello Professor,
is the poison pill done
Refilled with your venom
to spread to the young

And lastly the Critic
who stands by the wall,
Humpty Dumpty awaiting
your push to then fall

While open minds sit
in the cold and the rain,
Your cowardly

Ivory Tower

Do not depend on synthetic power, it will not stand.
Only God's will endure, across our land.
Examine, and convert your humanity.
Trust in God, and embrace Christianity.

Don't waste your days, on what might have been.
Keep your eye, on man's one true gem.
Embrace his word, extract his power.
Recognize his sacrifice, and his last final hour.

Look in your heart,

Ivory Tower-Y

DISCLAIMER: This is a tongue-in-cheek, sardonic critique 
of my own poetry from the perspective of a fictitious non poetry lover. This is not aimed at any of you wonderful Soup poets... please do not be offended!


Tell me who has the time for a poem?
If there's facts to know, I want to know 'em.
You enjoy sounding

The Ivory Tower

Atheists work on the breaker box,
  as Creationists source the power

Rewiring a changing system that’s flawed
  —their lights flicker in an ivory tower

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

For Radical Tony Trapped In the Ivory Tower

Write have you the Spirit,
Mend have you the thread.
Reach what aches to hear it, and
Fear no unmade bread.

A culture is a chimney
that smokes a sordid soul.
Bleached and soaked,
cut and battered to hovel off
the edges knoll,

but Time past and Time future
say Eliot, are night alone;
are only so far a phantom
as no light inside ones home.

You are

Ivory Tower

Existing, so removed, in your ivory tower
From high in your loft you wield your power

You weave your emotions like Rupunzel’s hair
dangling enticingly waiting to snare

Keeping your feelings locked behind bars
elusive and untouchable distant as the stars

Seemingly honest and raw and true
easy to trust what you say and do

Woven with steel emotions impenetrable
your victim will feel

Trump's Ivory Tower

While he sits there alone
 in the silence of his room
 does he have compassion
 excuse me for asking
 I know he wrote a book in all
 The Art Of The Deal
 got is at his seminar
 but that didn't go far
 now he's the man on the throne
 yet he appears so alone
 like

Dawn Beneath the Ivory Tower ------ Contest Entry

(draft ii)

A rivulet of light appeared,
-- the denouement of night was near.
The birds began to wake the years
-- for fools, and knaves, and cavaliers. 

The denouement of night was near.
-- With feathered songs they hid their fears.
For fools, and knaves, and cavaliers
-- their fortunes, yet, were still unclear.

With feathered songs they hid their fears,
-- as

Ivory Tower

My Lies are true, I swear to you!
Access to excess, and quite unexpected
Question God and my beliefs
(Around the query, His Angels protected)
Enigmatic, and problematic,
Naked Souls remain undressed
Lo! The Answers I have found
(Touch my hand, for it is Blessed)
The crash of shedding a solitaire tear,
A little change in Fated plans
My Ivory Tower, resting on the Edge

The Ivory Tower Within

Each poet dreams of a secret retreat,
an ivory tower in which to go.
Refuge from the turmoil of life,
isolated from the crazy world below.

A solitary place in which to write,
to enclose oneself in bliss and peace.
Perhaps a castle beside the sea,
where waves crash on rocks soothingly.

But this tower already exist within,
each time a poet takes up

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