Short Ivory Tower Poems
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The wife loves to sing in the shower
Alone in her ivory tower
My passion flower
Can well spend an hour
Emulating a crow's hoarse power
Teleological
hypotheses bore me
Tautological phraseology
snores me
A beer and a burger ~
I adore thee
There's a girl they call Cactus Flower
She must be in an ivory tower.
If you've ever met
this girl who is wet
She is always taking a shower.
Grapes Seemed So Sour
Remember when grapes seemed so sour;
We would need God and all of His Power;
Prayer submitted;
Was permitted;
He could help us climb each ivory tower.
Jim Horn
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)
They sit upon their seats of power,
Ruminating each hour after hour,
For words that protect them,
So we'll reelect them
To keep them in their ivory tower.
For John Freeman contest first place
Corruption and abuse of power
Keep Trump in office by the hour
He fires the IG*
So no one can see
Trump gloat in his ivory tower
*There are now twelve
Inspector General vacancies
Trump is loathe to fill.
Presidential
hanging chads
cigar
masturbation
nerves of steel
confronting the Korean little boy
brand new toy
olives for dinner
we got a winner
Al Gore almost won
city in ivory tower
the wall
threats in Syria
hysteria
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)
My poetry selfish,
a teacher I’m not,
my message once for saying
Instruction a tool
long missing and gone,
imagery not relaying
The ivory tower
a dungeon to me
where freedom goes to die
The wind in the willows,
a hawk on the wing
—my verse to course and fly
(The New Room: October, 2021)
Mis-leaders
The deciders of fate
In whom many have faith
Cocooned in the Ivory tower
Wielding unlimited power
They schooled oversea
But here looting is what they oversee
Their horizon is broad
So they take our wealth abroad
They deserve our applause
And they deserve some awards
For they are un-powering the people
And dis-uniting the nation
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 paper and pen.
Sitting in ivory tower
you will watch a tragedy
of epic nicknames.
In future of reprisals
there was a culture of hate.
A solar hit will claim the frenzy.
It was a naked death
of a stolen whip, at
high speed game of sex.
A new wrinkle appears
on the headless body,
after the wow, oh wow !
Why did you take my
name for your name ?
After all what is in a name.
Satish Verma
Ivory tower dweller;
born with a silver spoon
in his mouth.
He's used to riding
the lofty coattails
of his tycoon father
Selfish,
arrogant
and self-centered,
he expects people
in his life to go
the extra mile to keep
his life "comfortable"
When they fall short,
he treats them
like chopped liver.
He's convinced himself
the world owes him
something.
Date written: 06/04/2021
This was a night all pitchers hate.
He had trouble getting the ball over the plate.
When he did, the batters displayed their power.
The manager yanked him for an early shower.
This pitcher wanted to hide in an ivory tower.
In a few days, another game will come, fortunately.
Pitchers have no need for any memory.
He will just have to try all over again.
All baseball players are mere mortal men.
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 of Eternity-
Cold, and lonely it stands
*Loneliness Contest Entry
~JustThatArchaicPoet
Form:
What is the true cost of living
What is the price we all must pay
How are we supposed to live for the moment
When tomorrow already feels like yesterday
How to prepare and still be present
Planning and working every waking hour
Stopping to smile every now and again
Upon that perch in our ivory tower
Trapped in a world beyond our control
Few can escape their own tunnel vision
Bound to the roadmap we all must lay
Who we become is our sole decision
Ego Veni Vidi Vici.
On the Citadel of Learning
Where intellectual intrepidity thrives
WE CAME as the gullible scrounging for knowledge.
On the Ivory tower of scholarly display
Where philosophies and ideologies are born
WE SAW invaluable imprints and imparts of Saintly Scholars.
Our polemic justice to the Professor's poetry
Certified us for the coveted convocation
WE CONQUERED the courses excellently through God.
(Ego Veni Vidi Vici--- We Came, We Saw, We Conquered)
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, ineffective mirth?
10-10-2021
Once, there was a monster
Pretending he was a wonder
No body could reach him
for he was in his ivory tower
full of pride and power
He kept growing
And growing
Growing
Till blowing
Up
They say ‘what goes around comes around’
Yet for this, he had no mind
‘ The world is mine’ he said
He built mines
And mines
For others
The poor kinds
‘Enough’ they said
‘We are weary’
‘Life is blurry and scary’
‘Nope’ he said
‘I need to grow’
‘I must blow
up’
Melting into your hands
This fragile heart of mine
Wanting you to understand
Our place in time
Picking wild flowers
On the edge of tomorrow
Living in an ivory tower
Guarded by fears & sorrow
Writing my thoughts
On borrowed hours
My hearts caught
In a thicket of cowards
Racing to find my place
In time to save face
Wanting to fit in
I dove in on a whim
Into a sea of discontent
Where lonely souls & I lement
Captive to regret
Our fate tangled in a net.
Political figures have a way of looking at things
And changing to gray what is black and white
Projecting an image of integrity
Then selling their mothers because the price was right
They separate themselves from their people
Building an ivory tower
Their minds are corrupted
By greed and by power
Would you sell your soul for a billion dollars?
They answer yes, We wouldn’t think twice
How about two dollars? What do you think we are?
Already established, now let’s negotiate price.