Best Iconoclast Poems

When men exalt gifts above the giver with the heart venerate idols of their heart so it becomes hidden art not a jot or tittle...

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Brother, have you lost your way
Or is it just my imagination
You always seemed to have everything so together
Answers for everyone else
Pretty melodies and moving verse
But...

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The dusky dawn has come at last,
and what has gone has long since passed,
the game is done, the die is cast,
the sun is rising all...

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Like an iconoclast -
who desperately wants to remove
the portrayal of a false god
from the mural -
I want to relegate you;
your image from the chapel of...

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Because the little children and animals that are molested, tortured, and unjustly abused. That has morals confused. Then all the guilty priest are just rearranged,...

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Weeks slip
Dreams flip
Again & again
It'll happen in ten
nine eight seven six
Good little workers pick up sticks
five four three two
Dear little baby, the next one is...

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What due is this, O feline fierce,
for what affront thus penalized
with calibrated nips that pierce
for my caress unauthorized?

'Twas you with brazen move unasked
who burnished coat...

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If      you're lonely, sad, or distressed
You            feel so deeply...

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I'm going on a cyberfast
some folks doubt, say it won't last
"What will you do, instead?" they ask
I'll lock the screen and blithely cast
the whole thing...

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An old man sat in solemn rain,
To hide the tears of ancient pain.

Eons watching kings tread past,
Destroyed by a dark iconoclast.

His rusted armor bore the...

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OSAMA
Obdurate Sadistic abductor as Machiavellian now abashed
Senseless Saboteur with Sabre sword,
Ablutions of wickedness as apology from vagrant
Mercy and peace mixed fleetingly against unprovoked America and...

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Whispers in the night, they come 
With honey crooning litanies of 
All that wallows lost within the 
Vortex of a callow past. 
In their soporific...

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My heart weeps to call you people
You all are my brothers and sisters
Our mothers may differ	
but we’re sons and daughters 
of our mother earth, remember
our...

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1.Revealing regimented forsaking is
determination of books
2.Accounting ascetic conceit is
odd as dead.
3.Renouncing, computing creation and
 destruction is noble.
4.Controlling sense- organs by knowledge
 considered blissful seed.
5.Killing desires...

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I am the robed red-eyed rabbit 
iconoclast of radiant reverie
I am socially inept and intrepid
unfit for heaven
left unforgiven
in deevy eyes of Saint Genevieve

beneath the ice...

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What about this year,
where will I go
I'm not like them
They're just for show!

I'm losing heart
I used to care,
they never write
or call, or share!

The persons that...

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Lying here numb staring at the walls of filth 
Waiting for the time, the moment of truth 
Its time now, I am going. So long!...

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Turpitude making its way past investives redolent crowd touching, ambients renaissance....

Into the cinemas prolific door where the usher speaks of something borne; although thoughts

Seem both...

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When Mandela died
The government lied
and lying still 
as does he

Nothing moved
No one dared
but some stuff dies
and some are spared
but I was moved
no one touched 
me,...

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Aurora of stars covers the scope
Crystal like surreal colors resemble those in kaleidoscope
Towards nirvana visage of moons will elope
Eerie material like tears the stars will...

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The iconoclast with great sarcasm,
tries to hurl the church into a chasm.
Pharisee of courts —
belching out retorts!
His religion of enthusiasm.

2/19/2018


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here came cummings at thirteen

an iconoclast when ikons (in a

russian sense) for me only

could stimulate edward estlin with his

speakeasy disdain at a time when

cash and...

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Save the little Piglets

Save the little Piglets, save them from the knife,
Piglets are so precious and have a right to life.
Pigs are not potatoes, should...

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A Ladle of Forms Still Sit In The Cradle


A week has past
Questions were asked 
Them truly lambaste
For their lemons vast
Leaving readers aghast
In view of better...

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For Spitfire, the Wolf

The pack breathes forth
crystal- mists, 
ghosting the landscape 
like wraiths leaving the abyss.
In sarcophogy-effigyy.
A Eulogy in cacophony 
Serving their own.Stead.
 Fates in...

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