Heretic Poems - Poems about Heretic

The beast Alhambra roared a violent psalm Vile conversos horrid moriscos, the heretic herds A spear thrust into our sun’s martyred ribs Held in hateful grips the yellow warblers dripped in crimson sheen Flying like Michael the vengeful vassal of Aragon’s decree “O Torquemada Hark the righteous call King of Suprema Execute them all!” Cold unfeeling wretch, the flesh guillotine Teeth clicking sparks lit endless pyres Three made Seville weep at the sight of...

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Giordano Bruno looked up at night Suggested stars were suns, not just points of light Planets might circle those many suns They might even have life, we might not be the only ones The Church called his words a crime, not just a mistake For this heresy, they burned him at the stake. If your ideas undermine the narrative, you're...

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Pagans Protest the Intolerance of Christianity by Michael R. Burch “We have a common sky.” — Quintus Aurelius Symmachus We had a common sky before the Christians came. We thought there might be gods but did not know their names. The common stars above us? They winked, and would not tell. Yet now our fellow mortals claim our questions merit hell! The cause of our damnation? They...

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Various Heresies 6 Altared Spots by Michael R. Burch The mother leopard buries her cub, then cries three nights for his bones to rise clad in new flesh, to celebrate the sunrise. Good mother leopard, pensive thought and fiercest love’s wild insurrection yield no certainty of a resurrection. Man’s tried them both, has added tears, chants, dances, drugs, séances, tombs’ white alabaster prayer-rooms, wombs where dead men’s...

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Heretic, lunatic, slug went to tea. Two were crazy but then there was me. Raunchy laughter loud Truly insane proud. Restaurant clapped when we left there finally....

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fog by michael r. burch ur just a bit of fluff drifting out over the ocean, unleashing an atom of rain, causing a minor commotion, for which u expect awesome GODS to pay u SUPREME DEVOTION! ... but ur just a smidgen of mist unlikely to be missed... where did u get the notion?...

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the footing on the flanks of the Hill of Beans was worse than he had sussed that drizzling pale morning when the Sun was lowest but beans be damned and their counters with them yes I know a smoky mess like most of what we see and witness in the dawn of the Era of Swans nah I'm ting you it's the Era of Dalliance so dally as...

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Of all the critters men have cursed, The hateful hairy tick is worst. His charm conceals a crudest quest To snag you in his noxious nest. Beware his lure! Don’t cross that line! His bite will blight your nimble mind! Once fooled, your failed defense will flee: You’ll be as false and foul as he. You’ll kiss your intellect goodbye. You’ll sprout a vile,...

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part 28 at least we know what to avoid in a civilization hypnotism for one and angst which merely resembles authenticity by attempting to dissect the inconsequential which boils down to the matter of detecting the inconsequential in the first place what is your species popped up on my scope right away in a rich blend of predictability stamped out by the big variable die...

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your first observation must be I seem to be persisting LOL it is easy to be dangerous these days but deeper still is less a guess than it was a thousand years ago and what is revealed can always be corrected this is the secret process for which there is no myth it is the power of anomaly from a drunken Oracle at the Church of...

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away with capitalistic free market enterprise where the concomitant features of greed, power and wealth fuse to form a pact of unrestrained mass-consumerism while simultaneously obliterating any shred of a humanistic ethic. the hollow emptiness of a hedonistic philosophy representative of the western civilization rings with the sound of falseness from the belfry of commodification. debunk the myth of the supremacy of man where...

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Heretic your breath reeks of brimstones ash quenched with the blood of martyred dreams. I heard hopes dying scream as it burned alive consumed by the flames of your firey speech. And now you turn to me lost Shepard bemoaning the world's inability to see your virtues. I say return false prophet unto your true master spare me your tainted sermons....

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HERETIC 'Tis known you're not all there, all of the time, but I'm submissive; more than I should be; though heretic somewhat, 'twould be a crime; in my belief, you're not more than I see. My failing in your eyes, 'tis life to me, my very breath, the only way I know of reaching you, where-in I wish to be, my being not...

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