Best Ruthlessness Poems
Oh! Those whom I loved and cared that left this world
Enjoying the bliss of heaven when my heart wreaths in pain
Free from anguish and agony and attitudes apathetic and cold
Away from burning sunlight of hatred, ruthlessness and strain
My loving parents and my little sister departed one by one
The infinite mercy of the Creator granted them joy of heaven
For me the luscious trees of love gave way to burning sun
The path of life turned thorn infested, rocky and uneven
The lustful demons of merciless world waiting for me on way
My only weapon, my resolute, indomitable will
With God behind my relentlessness I conquered life in a sway
Lonely nights followed crowded days dreary, dreadful still
Then showered on me God’s sagacious and profound recompense
Through love and compassion my beleaguered soul thrived
On desert of life came the rain-filled clouds of loyalty of friends
Roses bloomed, nightingale sang, life’s elegance revived
But happy days are shorter than the morning dew’s life
You Manzoor, Arif, Marghub,.Nisar, Mehmuda, Ismat, Harry and Jo.
Who were spared the pains of this world of conflicts and strife.
Tranquility of heaven is your destiny, Aftab, Ferreira and Remigio
Your abode has elegant pink shadows and golden sunlight
Fragrant rivers and gardens with flowers of colors unseen
Pebbles of emeralds and rubies present the sight’s delight
Gushing fountains, silvery lakes, hills and valleys ever green
These bounties are rewards of goodness and your virtuous deeds
Your kindness, your compassion, and your illuminated soul
The Creator, most merciful and benevolent gifts beyond one needs
More than lofty aspirations and much beyond your goal.
Happy though I am for you I must still complain
Why you chose to desert me; why you left alone
The leaping flame of loneliness is my destiny again
The path to eternal bliss you took, to me you should have shown
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A Cup Runneth Over
His cup runneth over, yet he craves more
As flights of hubris on wings of greed soar,
Rich is the life of caviar and champagne,
Where ruthlessness wins his races in fast-lane
And nightmares roil semblance of sane;
His cup runneth over, yet he fills again.
Some sans much, assert they have enough,
Strengthened by love when times are rough;
Not so for the man, whose soul preens in vain,
When arrogance of ego commands his terrain
As flights of hubris on wings of greed soar;
His cup runneth over, yet he craves more.
Dreams he dreamt once, vacant still remain,
Benevolence of love never could he attain,
For illusory is glitter spurious gems feign
And love is just a mirage phony hearts reign
Whose rhythm never attains lyrical refrain;
His cup runneth over, yet he fills again.
Void of nothingness is driving him insane
While haughtiness tallies his ill-gotten gain,
Detesting ruthlessly woes of others’ pain,
Mocking their misery in contemptuous disdain
As flights of hubris on wings of greed soar;
His cup runneth over, yet he craves more.
July 24, 2022
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Theme: A Cup Runneth Over
Redemption
She slowly uncoiled her gray streaked hair that fell to her waist. She removed her
spectacles to see more clearly the windswept icy snow clinging to the branches. A
pause, settling something deep within; then her gaze shifted to me.
I reached out, but found my reach was frozen, too stiff to touch her. For if I touched
her, the burden we shared would lapse and slide away, slinking off to be buried,
uncoiled under the ground.
A pinched, dour expression settled her features into a mask that would never
betray the inner darkness which created a shadow of an existence. A mask that I
must wear as well, to ward off the hopeless life within me, growing every moment of
the day, days upon days retreating into the too long nights, hopeless to survive in
the world we have created, together as “want” and “ruthlessness”.
“I carry no idolatries, no false hope.” A breath are these words as I receive them,
knowing they are too bold to give forth a safe humility.
The nurse, starched clothing as stiff as her countenance, paused, a look of
condemnation briefly shadowing her face, the sun passing in and out of the clouds.
She could not help herself. No matter the role we are chosen to play in this world,
we are not free of a deeply flawed human nature, ice softening dangerously on a
winter’s pond. I turned away.
I came to hours later, the rejected life in me gone, a searing through flesh never
immune to a free will taunting, tearing the fabric of life so fragile. I would not cling. A
passing briefly witnessed, a single brown leaf blown by the window in the darkened
room where we sit for tea, hopes slowly elapsing like the sea waters
receding.
Tomorrow we can only envision; today we must let go of a part of us we will never
again possess. A coursing through the veins of life no more, we push, and push, an
existence wishing to sink into the yawning chasm of what is unknown and coming
for us.
I have gotten the deepest meaning of
Your pronounced words,
Now then, remove your veil of gray silence,
Whisper to me or scream at me!
I am longing to hear all your words—
Secret or revealed,
Not so long ago we jostled the crowd
To meet each other like
Big billows of the sea dashing over the rocks
With profound ruthlessness,
Like blue water in a lagoon riddled by the
Prolonged chorus of ducks,
Like echoes of shrieking albatross on
The belt of pines across the sea,
Like tempestuous wind of the north,
So, remove your veil of gray silence now and
Whisper to me or scream at me!
they tried to destroy my whole being. my oppressors were far stronger then me.
they torture me as a child, yes i was only twelve-years olded, but a young lion cub
who's mother was brutally gunned down by mobsters and villans.
yes, i was left for the fouls of the earth to ravish my torned being. yet, there was a power
so
great amd massive that i was taken to a horrendous place to wax in strength and wisdom. i
was place in a haven of jackels, knaves, scoundrels, murder, and thieves roamed freely. i
was'nt tainted by such ruthlessness, because i was a proper child of the Living God.
yet i did behold the tragic acts of cruelty and deeds of viciousness, but it stayed from my
being. often times i question He who created all things, as to why was i expose to such evil
andwhy was i robbed of my nest as a child.,
He merely embraced me and told me that i had to teach, encourage, be a witness of His un-
conditional love, mercies, and grace. as the river of jordan streamed from my tiny marble
twin pearl brown-eyes, His kissed me and told me that this too will pass my beloveth son.
now i am this mighty, but gentle Lion Of Judah that has all might and power at my beckening
call if need be. i have learned the patience of life in order that life can be preserved for those
who have travel the valley as i did. we have overcome in order that those who have yet to be
born into this life of deception, treachery, and greed, will know that they have a purpose and
will be protected from the ills of the blindness and folly of irresponsible beingss that do
partake of the breath of life with no regard for life. yes, even those we must forgive and not
be as they are. i suffered and i overcame. such is life, as my friend once said.
Little babies are born
Into a world that has a
Vicious, 'Dog eat dog!'
Environment.
Long days pass
Amid the chaos of war.
Ugly scars mar beauty, while
Gaiety is almost non-existent.
How can life be so cruel?
Listen to the call for peace, to
Overcome ruthlessness.
Visualize a better life, where
Everyone lives, laughs, and loves.
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Take me back to my mother's womb
A peaceful place where eyes remain closed
Not to witness the tragedies of this world
Where ears hear not the horrifying sounds of this earth's brutality.
Take me back to my mother's womb
And let me stay there where worries and sorrows are absent
Let me stay there where day and night makes no difference
There where food and clothing matters not.
Take me back to my mother's womb
Where I will forever rejoice for I will be having
No idea of whatever is happening on earth
Because there, exist no one else but myself in my world.
Take me back to my mother's womb
And let me swim alone in my amniotic fluid
In a world where jealousy, hatred, anger and bitterness
Exist not for the placenta allows nothing malevolent.
Take me back to my mother's womb
For the world today is rotten, chaotic and painful
Meliorism is the only inspiration we have
As brutality dominates the earth with ruthlessness as a new norm.
Life on earth is full of tears
The future is doomed and hope is lost
Please take me back to my mother's womb
Because that is where I wanna stay forever.
(The voice of a Native American)
I am Angry You See
I am angry you see
Do I not have a right to be?
You and your kind took everything from me
Before you came my people were free
You took my home, my food,
Finally you took my land
I will never understand
You made up reasons to kill
Your ruthlessness to fulfill
I’m Angry you see
Do I not have the right to be?
As General:
You led soldiers in battle
You treated men like cattle
While you sat upon a horse
You had no remorse
You watched your soldiers die
You didn’t even cry
I am angry you see
Do I not have the right to be?
Your soldiers killed our braves
But this wasnot enough for you
You did what was a common to do
You raided our camps, killing the wise
With no reason my people you despise
Our homes you ravaged
And you called us the savage
I am angry you see
Do I not have the right to be?
Years have come and gone since those days
You have not changed your warring ways
You seek land not your own
This bountiful land you have abused and overgrown
I watch you from the Happy Hunting ground where I now reside
I see floods and tragedies your treachery provides
I am angry you see
Do I not have the right to be?
DARKNESS, EMPTINESS, HOLLOWNESS, DESPAIR
WEAKNESS, LAZINESS, CARELESSNESS, GLARE
LONELINESS, AWKWARDNESS, SILLINESS, SHAME
PASSIONLESS, HOPELESSNESS, PAINFULNESS, STAIN
FEELING LESS, UGLINESS, SADNESS, DISGUST
SHAMELESSNESS, VAUNTED NESS, VALUELESS, MISTRUST
RUTHLESSNESS, HAUGHTINESS, BOASTFULNESS, PRIDE
DECEPTIVENESS, CAUSTIC NESS, FRIVOLOUS, STRIFE
CHAOTIC NESS, REBELLIOUS, RIOTOUS, EXTREME
LEWDNESS, LASCIVIOUSNESS, SELFISHNESS, SCHEME
DEGENERATIVE MAN
GOODNESS, LIGHTNESS, JOYFULNESS, GRACE
CLEANNESS, GUILTLESS, PAINLESS, FAITH
HAPPINESS, FULLNESS, PEACEFULNESS, SOUND
GROUNDED, STABLE, SECURITY, FOUND
EXUBERANCE, FULFILLMENT, UPLIFTED, LIGHT
WHOLENESS, HELPFULNESS, TOGETHERNESS, MIGHT
TRUTHFUL, MEANINGFUL, THANKFUL, REAL
ENLIGHTENED, RESCUED, REDEEMED, APPEAL
COLORFUL, BEAUTIFUL, VALUABLE, LIFE
WORTHINESS, HONORABLENESS, HOPEFULNESS, RIGHT
REGENERATED MAN
Consistent in your hopelessness,
Confused about your uselessness,
Condemned into your ruthlessness,
I pray I find my fearlessness,
Untamed and wild you broke me down,
Truth... “What goes around comes around.”
Astounded from your dirty lies,
I've wiped away my crying eyes,
Learning of your contained disguise,
All the wonders of what's and why's,
Alone at night because of you,
I blame myself that we are through.
Believing in your confidence,
You rail my false incompetence,
You fed off my nonexistence,
No need for my own assistance,
Controlling my sad sanity,
By your indignant vanity.
I lay in bed...what should I do?
Explaining why he is untrue,
I hear what I already knew,
My heart undone and misconstrued,
I sleep again and will forgive,
For him I shall proceed to live.
Date Written: December 16, 2015
I know not what is this bittersweet
feel as I am trodden by the feet...
...Oh, so dark!...of lonliness
crushed by its smirking ruthlessness.
Battered and bruised by the emotional pain,
enmeshed in a web of tears and pain.
'??',you may quire, and all I can say
you have No idea, how miserable are THEY.
They are wanting to advance stepping on shoulders,
their way should be clear- others, all boulders.
And so empty vessels never a chuckle suppress-
they can only loudly mock and depress.
And THEY define lonely, how sad is love lorn
Lives should be hooded in night, forget morn!
Ah! They only know to blur twinkling eyes,
for they only know how to turn laughter to cries.
They only know how joy is sucked out from souls,
they only know how to leave a heart full of holes.
But I know I´ll come out, I know I´ll be free-
today they may laugh, one day they´ll praise me!
And then my incessant caterwauling
will take the much awaited swing...
and THAT moment I´ll rejoice, as pure ecstasy
I know its not too far....I´ll reach....its easy.
So its best to let the bacchanalias bawl,
´cause with the stones they throw, its a BRIDGE, not a wall!
Children learn from what they hear and see.
Have you ever heard certain words from a child?
Our thoughts and feelings spread to them from me.
Intentions are good, though prejudice comes wild.
Carefully, we should not press our evil, outwardly free.
Every time, we do, it will come back, oh, so beguiled.
Senses of the child are impressive, guided by thee.
Our parents embedded both wrong and right on each.
Freedom of choice is what everyone has, within reach.
Words, deeds, are what teach the young, indeed.
Our greed can also be pressed inside the seed.
Ruthlessness also transfers, but what does it breed.
Does anyone know for sure, what children will need?
Sacrifice your evilness, or your children’s spirit will bleed.
They surrendered to Virtue all they had, tears
They gained from society( 'twas all they yearned for) tranquility
They sang songs so serene:-
"Oh, blessed is the shunner of all forms of evil!"
And perched on tower-tops
While the city went out and commenced
Jumping walls topped by sharp-edged-jagged pieces of china and glass
Door-breaking and stuttering rifles.
In eloquent gestures and mazy motions,
They recited poems pregnant with emotions:-
"It took yesterday's madmen to
Build a better today
One cannot make a fundamental change
Without a certain degree of madness!"
While corrupt preachers, politicians, policy-makers
Reiterated their usual rhetoric.
The rhytms and rhymes of political ruthlessness
They painted pictures so loud:
Black guns circled and crossed in red.
They stuck the paintings on hospital walls,
Schools, churches, playgrounds and market stalls.
Patients, nurses and prechers
Vendors, doctors and teachers
Were awe-struck as the questioned, "Who are they?"
I whispered, "Youths, to Vice and to Crime Unknown."
Their soles maimed sinuously the city tarmac
Their voices pierced the polluted atmosphere
Their banner sang volumes:-
"USE COMMON SENSE NOT CRIMINAL SENSE!"
While the peace saboteurs used violence as a tool
To keep the elite few
In top rule
Shunning majority rule
And treating the majority as one fool.
Thus, at Africa Unity Square
The march on Harare ended sincere.
Huge was their number, and their agenda clear
One of them whistled a tune
It lasted till noon.
Then I heard a whispering pulse
In my ear
A whispering pulse
Of evil eroded clear,
"Youths, to Vice and to Crime Unknown."
In winter's cold grip
In the land of the Angles
The Good Christians came
Against their will to a trial
In a grand city
Called the Ford of the Oxen
Good will be slaughtered
By the hands of hot fire
The hands of the judge
The home's ruler was their judge
His stare was piercing
That went with flaming outbursts
And with his red hair
And the king's false overseers
Were the proud jury
Against the thirty Christians
Who came years before
Who came to spread medicine
To heal the ones sick
Cleanse all those with leprosy
To raise the ones dead
Cleanse all those with black demons
All without a fee
But to the judge and jury
This was dark poison
That spread about pestilence
And the Good Christians
Were flees spreading everywhere
Now in England's robe
Eating away the fabric
The thirty Christians spoke thus
"Blessed are those ones
Who suffer from sword or flame
From rope or prison
Or from winter's sheer coldness
For the sake of light
For Christ and goodness itself
For they are Christ's own
They are in heaven's kingdom"
The jury looked on
In their long adorned white robes
Clenching their own fists
Feeling their ring in their palms
"Heretics!" They yelled
With that word, the trail ended
They were now guilty
Still they sang a song of life
"Blessed are those ones
Who are reviled and hated
Rejoice and be glad
For great is the light of Christ"
As red flames rose up
The king in his ruthlessness
Had all of them flogged
In the sight of the cattle
And had their brows burned
And drove them from oxen's ford
And they stripped them all
To wail and die in frost's grip
Or be still in pain
But they kept singing with joy
The king shut his mouth
For hot anger chained his lips
His freckled face scowled
All the cattle were ordered
To have no pity
And walk to the other side
If one is in sight
And not pour good oil and wine
On their bleeding wounds
And not let them find an inn
To find some shelter
They were in winter's cold chains
For nature herself
To be executioner
Those few Good Christians
Still had the spirit in them
And looked to the stars
Just as Christ laughed on the tree
They joyfully laughed
They went to this world laughing
And left this cold world laughing
Moral decay comes from man's godlessness
Like tendrils slowly choking a country.
Man's pride and arrogance, his ruthlessness
All bring about the chains of anarchy.
A blinded people turns away from God
And what is right and wrong they fail to see,
They don't know He's the Peace we should have had.
Cynhia Buhain-Baello~~~09.24.16
(Rhyme royal -poem with 7 lines in iambic pentameter
rhyme scheme could be abab/bcc or abab/cbc (a quatrain and a tercet)
or a tercet and two couplets - aba, bb, cc).