Ivory Tower Poems - Poems about Ivory Tower

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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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)...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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(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...

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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...

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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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