Short Academia Poems
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Like a thief in the night
academia
wears enlightenment
as a mask
hiding its true agenda
— a stranglehold on the truth
(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)
I would be such a bore
that academia would write
a thousand plus a score
of run-on sentences trite
'bout all the things that might
have caused my co-dependency
on lies been told 'tween me and thee.
William Adolphe Bouguereau
a pillar of the French Academia you know
much like Bottecelli before
Birth of Venus *he did so adore
*https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Birth_of_Venus_(Bouguereau)
Beyond academia
its cause and effect
Lies a power inherent
above judgment and theft
Atop its ivory tower
and smothering vine
Consensus is trembling
—with truth on the line
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
Beyond academia…
its cause and effect
Lies a power inherent
above judgment and theft
Atop its ivory tower
and smothering vine
Consensus is trembling
—with truth on the line
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
If Academia by the Military, be gifted Internet technology
Then Military replaced with what. The www.
If Internet was no more use and turned from lamb to mutton
What technology, do they hold now, those that will press the button.
The tragedy within the new
school of ‘thought’ ….
To know ‘about’ everything
—while knowing naught
Where universities foster
professorial demise
Poisoning the young
—with their fantasy and lies
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
Forgiving is easy
for those not directly
offended -- like, you
can’t sell love to the
loveless – no need.
Be a professor and
have a captive kingdom --
the real world outside of
Tenure. No tomatoes
tossed vs a good grade.
Win the aim
but lose the war.
Like a boy in the wild
raised by wolves
my poetry is sired
Tracking the scent
of each hunted word
traps set for me most dire
Uncaught or caged
by academia
my trail still honor bound
To wander freely
beyond the wind
— alone to stand my ground
(Ronald McDonald House: February, 2024)
Poison Ivy
Academia …
cesspool
of deception
harbinger
— of lies
(Dreamsleep: May, 2024)
Occam’s Edge
Plurality
without necessity
— pandering time
(Dreamsleep: May, 2024)
The Right Fork
Newness …
birth mother
to anticipation
(From ‘Calling Me Home:’ May, 2024)
Just 30 little days in which to turn around
A whole new season, new school year
The cooled breeze scented with academia,
apples and the most tenacious of roses
Spiders invading bathtubs, lazy bees
Stubbled fields, the grass now yellow
where emerald blades once flourished
6 Sept 2011
Many women deserve a crown, anD
Often, they don't need academiA
Thanks to many hats; we'd saY
Her hands calms rainbow waves
East, West, North and South, she's mother earth
Resuscitating troubled hearts
Saving those motherless from emptiness.
*
For Tammy Reams poetry contest, April 13th deadline
(On Mother's Day)
the madhouses of paris filled with retired teachers
got their point across
song of waterloo
this napoleanic labyrinth stearing
children to the brink
madame martina martini
academia nuts cracked open wide
I see a few on the cliffs of burndom
harping their humdrum at the gods of charred sea eternity
and wonder about the love they made
as he reads the
morning journals
tasting fresh coffee
while, listening
to Pavane
there i stood
this i
truly know,
that my
daddy loves
me so,
because he
sent me
all the way
to the
university
where i earned
all of my degrees
thus, a Rhodes Scholar
in academia
in following
all of thy dreams
all of thy passions
and i
love you
more, daddy
Culture
Education is good, learning is great
One day everyone will have
A University degree but the academia
Will not be so happy
Street cleaners with letters after their name
Cooks with literary degrees,
And the status University gives will mean
Little, everyone is intellectually equal
Something must be done to stop this rot,
Perhaps wood carving will do,
And leave the education to the masses.
Professors found a haven in academia
a safe port in the storm of big business' toxemia
As meaningful as writing articles for encyclopedias
as daring as interning for social media...
So now Professor's young charges want 'safe spaces'
far away from the slug-it-out world of rat races
Let me prove my point, get down to actual cases
to ensure I've covered my derriere and other places
Wealth
Thou are of many a kind
And thou are possessed in many a way
Yet some find it hard to accord
With the view of thy diversity
Some are money wealthy
They can afford the world
Some are socially wealthy
They are the world diplomats
Many are scientific Dons
Yes, they make the world easier
Some are the artistic gurus
They beautify the world
Shall I forget the academia?
The world’s greatest treasury
The spires watch nightmares planned below, for citizenry
Who should have no foe.' From within its boundry's
They're to be fools on show, the first of April, auspisces
Known.' The donkeys are leading all reason has flown.'
Six the number..' of zones in plan? to destroy cohesion
Do we give a damn.? In academia many need real learning'
We experience much deluge, and yet there's lots of chat; that
The planet; is burning.?
who ever said sunday isn't a work day
didn't have a park nearby for sundays soap-boxers
academia, politics, sociology, philosophy, religion, you name it
they brought lecturns, stepladders, boxes and chairs to stand on
while passers-by slowed to the gather-round for lecture and debate
it was wonderful...take a book...watch the different ball games...now
it's a desk piled with books and cd's...and a keyboard to say as i please
The ethics of duplicity,
the killing on trial
One law for the criminal,
one law for the child
The electric chair savage,
womb murder refined
Academia, the father and mother
of crime
To lie when convenient,
truth’s babies to cry
An Einstein, a Lister, a Shakespeare,
denied
Through dark inhumanity,
their spirits to roam
Living deep in our consciousness
—our souls theirs to own
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
The Muse had been gone for years
I sat alone
she was replaces by Depression
the Big D
I couldn't write anything of value
or worth
Academia replaced creativity
muck to honey
now the muse is back
I can smell colors
feel thoughts
my natural LSD
Depression is out to lunch
the Muse has opened the gates
the water of imagination
soaks the stone cold
once dried dead dam
Christ came back after 3 days
I've been resurrected 3 years later.
The renowned Columbia professor, Edward Sa’id
influenced many thousands in thought and in deed
Pre-1970, Edward told us he was Lebanese Christian, interestingly
Post-1970, he was suddenly a Palestinian Arab refugee
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From my Dartmouth days, 1968 - 72, I remember how prominent
and revered a figure Prof. Sa'id was in both academia and on the
international political scene... Infuriating!