Long Iconoclast Poems

In the darkness of the night, 
a ruby gleams 
to contrast a slumbered eye awakened 
to feeling, 
reflection, light, 
Lady "Genie", eyes aglow
like a beast, in mid-stride,
lost in her midnight dreams is clothed in a...

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Villanelle : Never political but spiritual the ancient Indo-Chinese pilgrim ties

       In Memory of the late pathologist (and amateur Astronomer) 
Associate Professor CHONG Siew Meng, National University of Singapore*


Never...

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Should we shed the boy and be a man?
Shoot of spirit wild -to be tamed in the tamed land.
Where is the proof that this cynical evolution;
this cyclical passthrough is a strengthened constitution.
A blur and a...

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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 has passed from the law not in Rome or New...

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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! 
Ceremonious exile to the world I belong 

This wasteful existence...

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a one against all iconoclast
eat my shorts was his hello
after being driven from the village
by the Iceberg Clan physical therapists
and their dictatorship of deduction
a mere fascination with the grotesque
boasting an indignant moral high ground
their vast...

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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 you

Eat your bread
Go to bed
The clock strikes ten
Again & again
We...

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    Media Tabloid Vixen.
You seem to speak as if from the grave,
a crosswired rig of McGyverse psyops in a 
disguised Ministry of Truth Museum Mausoleum.
Report with vampires of halitosis, ad nauseum.
In the...

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S and P

Receding towards grassy plains, fizzing with the sparks produced from unnatural synthesizers. I am tired, letting out an engulfing yawn. My ship, torn and withered as it may be, is uniquely mine. I...

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

Eons watching kings tread past,
        ...

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A children's rhyme called Little Ponzi
all our emotions are a two edged sword
they can soar or mess things to high treason
apparently playing evil A against evil B
has paid off at the ghetto bookie parlor
taking us...

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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 cognition. 
Roundtable and Moordread.
Satelliting their own volition.
By the knight in...

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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 drop that one cans scope

The cosmos is vast
But it is...

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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 tongues, their 
Cargo loaded semaphores, that 
I can barely strain...

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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 not be grown for feast,
If intention is simply kill, do...

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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 too fast.

        ...

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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 veins carry the same 
blood red in colour
Our colour appearance...

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

Need         just...

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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 the innocents
Abomination of true God explained as religion, hatred, wickedness,...

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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 I love the most
are far too busy to play host
it...

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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 of silence
Genevieve dreams she's a rain, 
in need of a...

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ICONOCLAST
timeless
  twictching
as solidity
endures
  tomorrow

a conundrum
resolved
  appears
as
a shadow running
asunder

a reassurance
so uncanny
resembles
tonality
  in its
surtounding
perspective

glaring
  patches
a cornucopia
of
pictorial
  pleasure
in
erudite
convention
lingers
  afresh
erudite
  sensitive

fiitingly
  frequenting
&repostioned
thematically
  otherworldly
ravishing
 & compelling


NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making...

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i made supplication
to my heart
to my very heart

thudding and flopping
chambered
apart

i prayed to the flesh
how the spirit gives way
i set up my altar
i found beasts to slay

i asked only that
the beat would go on
my glistening, grinding
red...

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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 of sense-organs
skilled as Iconoclast.
6.Great perform rare noble
deeds inferior fails.
7.Prudent, realizing...

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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 near and afar as parting the viable curtains to gaze...

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