Gladys has an iconoclastic personality
a beatnik, hippie, nonconformist to the max
her yard does not fit into this posh modern neighborhood
it is colorful with reds, greens, blues, oranges
an assortment of mushrooms, frogs, windmills and such
she has not had to comply to the four approved color schemes
the homeowners association cannot oust her
she was grandfathered in, “as is”
a stipulation for selling this land to the developer
her monkeys, gnomes and faeries thumbing their noses
at neighbors who are not allowed to paint their doors red
or add an ornamental rock without permission of the association
Not to be iconoclastic,
Nor politically bombastic,
But the elephant's weapon is gravity,
While the Trumpublican's seems depravity.
"Winter Spell"
It’s always Winter here
I sleep to dream
of waking
in my dream
my soul is shaking
my body locks me in
I am
a frozen limitation
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Wake Up 2030/ Documentary
https://youtu.be/djrspoy5au0
transhumanist website
https://www.transhumanist.com/
FM-2030 (Fereidoun M. Esfandiary, Persian, October 15, 1930 – July 8, 2000)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/FM-2030
FM-2030 (The Movie)
https://carmstrong1959blog.wordpress.com/2020/02/28/2030-a-wonderful-new-film-about-an-iconoclastic-visionary/
Transhumanism.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Transhumanism
Cryonics.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cryonics
the scapular of your anguish
wounds the insolent chest of your enlightenment with blood
a world in disenchantment cries its drunken hymns
but only jackals lick the nectar of these pains
because the night drives away the naive and innocent
and it is with the irreverence of the lost that we cry out loud
trying to defile every throne that rises against us
the time will come when we will immolate the new messiah in fire
placating the wrath of the raging oceans and their deities
the insurgent skies and their merciless stains
we'll bring back a forgotten golden age
and then we'll set all the new traps
to drain for the last time the voracity
of every idol that is eternalized
when we stagger weak across the earth
and we allow them to enslave us.
shapes
diffused
on a grand
scale
imprints
of identity
iconoclastic
symbols
in random
visual melodies
nouvelle
realism happenings
by
living brushes
of incandescent
impregnations
vibrant
traces
in the
blue
azure
of
powdered
pigment
abstractions
Surrounded by two rapid running shores
a concrete chain of buildings fill the skies
strong pungent scents compete with rapid scores
of pulsing sounds and screeching, crowded cries
iconoclastic beats and muted sighs
the City always wakens sleepy eyes.
We hail a taxi from a dirty curb
while subways rumble, sweating underground
and ride the hustle through the shifting herd
torrential rains quite suddenly come down
they slap and streak the windows all around
as raindrops distort faces that surround.
A plethora of sights spread like a feast
from Broadway shows to High Line paths that span
Hudson River’s architectural peaks
roof top restaurants, a classy jazz band
we disappear into museum land
then fall asleep, a true, devoted fan.
To venture into life’s mosaic streams
is to taste and embrace all that it means.
Revolutionary, the stance we took,
The freedom of iconoclastic paths
To justify rebellious avenues
That swayed the truth in plain objective wraths.
4/20/19
Rithimus Divisa Poetry Contest
Sponsor Gregory R Barden
"In the Seventies"
Lunar swimming in angry cerulean torrents
swiftly as primeval passing of blue equinox
sea-born of indomitable nautical command
to envelop cloaked within mother the ocean
Remembering in-utero wild amniotic hunger
I dive deep submerged inside Poseidon's lair
Senses burning alive tribal inebriated oxygen
embryonic aquatic kingdom, vibrancy revealed
Strong, steady, maritime language fathered
techniques of stout heartedness hold strong & fast
as I scan deep the watery sapphire horizon
multitudes of planktonic organisms weave dancing
The harrowing, drowning sailors sinking titanic ship's
watery struggles plunging to Davey Jones locker
obeisance to the kingdom the fisherman warned
no safety or surprise for the iconoclastic swimmer
Submarine amygdala hijack tsunami unfolding
losing myself to wave patterns monstrous in my brain
luminescent molecules reverberate to my touch
Gliding through hidden cephalopod realms
Spiralling up microscopic kelp-laden kingdoms
I rise to kiss the air with salt-water gasping
This holiest oceanic communion does heal
all my riptide scars, delivered within lands prison
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
it is imperative that we do not circumscribe to being thorny
Veritably all will acceed to rising in the morning.
Though melodramatic we must abnegate and repress that static. All the pervading overcast of complicity we must abtly resolve. Hear many cry God Save the King, iconoclastic remain and God save us all.
it is our allegiance to the world we interlope, enfranchised from the phlegm that strangles hope. How heavy are these portent gestures we bare? Our struggles will engender many to care. Those who resonate vying as something glorious, do sway from that which is tantamount and decorous.
Acknowledge this morphology to unfold, brighten the efficacy from cold. Leave these words engraved posthumously in your mist and quail not though our time desists.
iconoclastic poets
with no evidence
of skill or polish
in the existing
system of boredom
violence of love
unmasked and naked
splashed on the rites
of the system
threatening and powerless
risking anarchy for freedom
disfigured finds solace
in the clutches of
fermented purple grapes
we call them alcoholics
Paracelsus
Supremus-Alchemist-Occultist
Philippus von Hohenheim
Alchemist, Astrologer, and Physician
Arrogant to a fault.
Medical genius
Paracelsianism
Iconoclastic for sure
Ignorance he couldn’t halt.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
June 15, 2015 (Double Dactyl)
I stand at temptations door...
As anger spurs a grievance withheld.
Surreptitiously you praise the incongruent
While flinging to the wayside the valuable.
Eyes closed to the importance of veracity,
You belabor simplicity with objectivity denounced
As you are drawn only to the iconoclastic.
I long to visualize cronyism obliterated.
The Contest sponsor Jerry T. Curtis
My feelings about those N/A's
Scripted be these endless visions the faithful child; candy-striped....
Sugar coated vertical horizons ? Romanesque, their arches round'about
Obsidian's encircling glass and dark her ages skipping squares your, pyramids
Agamemnon's, subservient generations far from unique their trojan horse, wars ?
Sir Lancelot with her Guinevere's jigzaw puzzle Arabian Knights Salome lights samurai
Swords cataclysm's Pollux ? Argus chasing carpet baggers about these northern lights; Polaris..
Rising from Cassiopeia's sea beyound mere myths your, iconoclastic carrion, ideologies ? Imminent
Jupiter exploding imploding time's trade wind trickery Capricorn's, bugle boy theologies; Love's, kryptonite.
You find in the slime of indecency
The rotted hollow of an empty skull -
A mindless mind allows redundancy
Repeated repetitions till it's full.
Cogs in a wheel turning round on a run,
As sparrows share their madrigals at dawn.
The tulips muse about the idol, Sun,
Iconoclastic papal paragon.
Once baptised in the bounty of my birth,
Religion's regal razor ripped and flayed;
When double mothers claimed one child of earth
The mighty sword of Solomon was raised.
A wisp of willow in the wind will bend
As will the will of wiser men who found
The sterner tree is broken in the end
To join the lowly loam below the ground.
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