Best Pitiless Poems
A cold and pitiless wind moves among us,
A current of current rising from epochs old.
Can we sleep serenely and without fear when
Amid stirrings of horse's hoofs he smiles?
Beneath primordial moons deviously does plot,
Time is of no value, eternity has evolved.
Without the ticking sound of the life's clock,
Snorting Arabian steed's anxious for the fight.
Poised on every shore, peering into windows,
O, so stealthy, when at last the moon has hid.
And the tide washes up, deposits combatants,
They come, by air, luxury liner, banana boat.
By the soles of their feet, souls of their God,
Like residue from a growing, fanatical storm.
What blood moves through these warriors,
Which provokes bloodlust as easily as a smile?
He is there, over there, here too, right here,
Where the children are at play with yesterday's
Values, yesterday's view, yesterday's excitement?
When the tongue and eyes of the ancient ones
Speak softly, gazing upon the long awaited prize.
The thundering of million's of hoofs let loose,
Neighing a battle cry to the dead, silent old ones.
And we, well we go about our business of sanity,
Thinking we are good, we are clean, we laugh.
Calmly we do leave the doors and the windows
Ajar for our visitors who are now neighbors,
To finish the ancient martyr's settling of scores.
But lo! What creature to my clutches wings
Attracted by fallacious promises
And curious to taste my sweet delights?
My scarlet beauty fashioned to bewilder
Shall tantalize this unsuspecting prey
And cause the wretch to plunge into my depths.
I’ll suck him to a vortex of despair
And suffocate by my tenacious grasp,
Then ruthlessly eviscerate;
For by such means survival is procured.
( In case anyone is worried about my state of mind : 'Drosera', commonly known as the sundews, is one of the largest genera of carnivorous plants!)
1. written in response to the 8 word contest
Horrendous wind, driving rain,
this is the approaching hurricane.
They give them names these storms,
to make them like a woman scorned.
They drive across the oceans so wide,
gathering strength for the shores they collide.
Hitting the land like a hammer hits glass,
People hiding, waiting and hoping it will pass.
Boats in the harbors homes by the shore,
take all the hatred, it shakes to the core.
All smashed to oblivion as havoc is wreaked,
Then folk from their shelters start to creep,
To find if there's anything left to keep.
Homes demolished, cars beyond repair,
people can only show a look of despair.
Trying to salvage whatever they may,
from the devastation the storm left today.
They live in the path called hurricane alley.
Nowhere else to go so they hope for the best,
Next year the storms may give them a rest.
© Dave Timperley 20 October 2016
Just been reading about the aftermath of Hurricane Matthew and penned this.
A lonesome night soon fades away
Into indifferent rays of daylight
Towards a shallow, dusty pathway
Of fear and twisted delight
The crystalline emotions flutter
Within a heart of stony fleck
The noises make me shutter
As I tread this lonely, ACHING trek
You whispered something in my ear
I was thinking all the while
The words I simply couldn't hear
As I tried to switch on a smile
The night keeps leaving its deathly lustre
All around my tortured soul
The courage I try to muster
Is never enough...NOTHING...I am dull
I am useless, I am master-less
I am helpless...and with the mask of happiness -
PITILESS.
In between the days
and nights, a lot of people
grasping their breaths,
while the gangsters
are snitching with demon
eyes in the owl light.
as if nobody is in bed dying,
as if nobody is starving,
needing their empathy.
They’re heartless humans,
selfish as the fat fox.
Don’t know when they last.