Long Intellectuality Poems
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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.
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.
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
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)
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
If the younger me could see me now.
I have it all. Beauty, wealth, friends, intelligence, intellectuality, freedom and men who would trip over their own feet to get one look at me.
Yet I do not have everything.
I do not have the ability to articulate the reason for the tears. The unnamed streaming down my skin.
I do not have the ability to articulate the quiet of my head.
Is it peace? Or is it the silence of a lost soul?
Sometimes, I catch myself staring at the moon; the realisation that even the most serene of the universe carries a dark side.
A side that will always be hidden from the devotees.
A side that I attempt to swallow away, along with the meaningless whimpers that clamp at my throat.
A side that I, for an unknown reason, cannot physically afford a witness.
They tell me they love me, they care for me, they’d die for me.
And they have shown me every reason to believe them.
So why am I so good at hiding?
Who am I hiding from?
Is it from the girl in the mirror? Or all the thoughts that swim in my head to create one dizzying loop of torment that wraps around my blood and squeezes with the softness of a silk, yet the violence of a sword.
My phone buzzes, I wait for it to stop.
My mind hums, I shut my eyes for it to stop.
My blood purrs, I rip at my skin for it to stop.
The phone keeps buzzing; my mind keeps humming and my blood keeps purring.
So, I curl up on my bed, and I look out the window.
The moon illuminates the silver of my rings and the conflict of my eyes as they well up.
Every serenity has a dark side, and every inch of my beauty comes from a ghost of the girl who once craved this attention, who once craved this age.
Now I have this attention, now I have this age.
Yet all I wish for is to reach for her and not be met with the empty promise of her tears and the empty platitude of my solitude.
Instant cognition
Of the entirety
Defying delineation
By the i-dentity
The seeming paradox
Is imaginary
Bemusing the wily fox
Addicted to imagery
The subtle dimension
Is indivisible
Its rendition
Impossible
Expansion of consciousness
Cognising oneness & unity
Of the That awareness
Is beyond grasp of feeble intellectuality
So awareness just silently observes
Indulgence of he who once knew but forgot
And though it wishes to embrace & serve
For the moment, it cannot
Such is the path of our pathless sojourn
All we need to do is to undo, to erase
Egoic negativity, yet strangely we choose to burn
Man’s self inflicted pain never ceases to amaze
The instruments that are meant to serve
By paying them over attention
Have been pampered more than they deserve
Even in obituaries only they are mentioned!
This mayic illusion
Denying our wellness, completeness
We may instantly end the confusion
By humbly meditating in stillness
To be one with the oneness
As always, with divine assistance
03-November-2020
From the Heart
Comes all reality, not reasoned, boring intellectuality.
Banal theorems, dusty old rules, none serve life effectively.
We are human beings with hearts that need tending.
Sensitivity to our blossoming souls need human gardening.
Love is the most potent force for us all.
Not meaningless awards and sheepskins decorating our wall!
Less arrogance, less using others to climb to the top.
No harming others or their property, this all, has to immediately stop!
No, "I count so much more than you!"
As you see this has created a hateful,ignorant, destructive zoo.
From the warmth of our heart is where we must indeed live.
No longer seeking to take, but to without reservation,give!
June 27,2020
5pm PST
Poem # 1317
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