Best Unmercifully Poems
Tussled hair, bruised knees, toothless, lop-sided grin;
Ma is so thankful her dear little imp wasn't born a twin!
She likes things running smoothly, like a finely-tuned violin,
But her little boy marches to his own drum, much to her chagrin!
To begin the day he feeds his breakfast oatmeal to the dog.
Opening a drawer, Ma lets out a screech, finding a slimy frog!
He encourages a fight between Rusty the dog and Simba the cat,
And 'round and 'round they go, in raucous heated combat!
The preacher made his periodic call and settled in his seat.
A whoopee cushion made a lewd noise, startling him to his feet!
He mumbled a hasty good-by, and headed for the door,
As the little imp, choking with laughter, rolled upon the floor!
Ma made treats for her bridge club, saying they were not his fare,
But on bridge day, lo and behold, she found the cupboard bare!
He pestered his little sister unmercifully with never any slack!
"Mommy", she screamed, "he put a slimy worm down my back!"
Tho' he drives his long-suffering mother up the wall,
She wouldn't trade him for any other little boy at all.
After his prayers at bedtime and seeing his sweet, angelic smile,
Ma plops in her chair seeking repose from another daily trial!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Categories:
unmercifully, childhood, little sister,
Form:
Rhyme
Here she comes again,
That clip-happy, snippy crone who fancies herself a gardener.
What?
She is doing such a horrible job of it.
She clipped two of us unmercifully yesterday,
And we both had potential, talent, and gloriousness
These other buds can never hope to achieve.
Duck, my friends, hide.
The thorns are not doing a good job of snatching at her.
We need her cut up, and bleeding
So she will return to the house.
Love it that she has on a new straw hat with a gay ribbon.
Leopard spots; makes sense for her.
She is a leopard, leaping and crushing us, under her
Silly garden shoes with the decorative owls.
She is snipping and singing.
Hey!
Watch what you are doing you old hag.
Uh-oh. She is cutting this way.
Dhramn!
She got me!
Categories:
unmercifully, flower, fun, funny, garden,
Form:
Personification
Dancing with delusions, sparks of hellfire
Course through my lugubrious quill pen.
Distorted words igniting fear,
Anxiety fills crevices,
Encircling, silencing,
Asphyxiating.
Walls closing in,
Compressing.
Hope fades,
Doom.
Dread
Runs cold.
Veins poisoned,
Sanity slips
Unmercifully.
The angels are mimicked.
Light dimming, darkness descends
As demons mingle with the dead.
Apocalyptic skies crack open
To wash away all that you held sacred.
Categories:
unmercifully, death, gothic, imagery, metaphor,
Form:
Etheree
brittle stained jagged fingernails
scratch against the splint hairs
of a cold weathered wooden elbow
an impatient clock had sapped
a once supple leather coat
now requiring constant mending
as homeless unraveling posed an inevitable ending
torn pockets spilled over
with a plethora of dead letters
hope had long ago delivered
its final walking papers
without care of return receipt
handmade trees with news of unease
spun unmercifully
into the arms of a brisk fall breeze
birds began their escape
into the mouth of another sun
a slow rise from a patinaed throne
on a benched park seat
a myopic vision of how cracks
are formed on overused and forgotten streets
she walks alone
to nowhere
a decayed ballerina
the place she is seen as most complete
Categories:
unmercifully, life, lonely, woman,
Form:
Free verse
Oh, Poverty,
You merciless ruler of billions,
Your empire of want, across the globe
You have stretched
As
In your unpitying passage,
No village
No town
No city
No nation
No continent is left
Unoccupied
By
Your ruthless forces:
Of suffering
Of Misery
Of agony
Of despair, and
Of calamitous death.
-
The innumerable subjects of yours
Subjugated are
By
The powerful heartless few
Who
Their ruthless decrees:
Of cruelty
Of indifference
Of inconsideration, and
Of shameful exploitation have been
For centuries, unmercifully applying,
Grinding your subjects in
Their shameful mills of fathomless greed,
Always,
Taking for themselves the lions share, first,
And then for more are they asking,
While
The deprived multitude of starving
Women, men, and children
On empty stomachs, they march
The
Horrid enemy of starvation to face
On
Famine’s unforgiving front of their demise,
Wishing thus
To die in the battle of survival with dignity,
Than
In agony to live another day
Without hope that their dream of satiety
Will ever come alive!
Oh, poverty,
Don’t ask me how did I come
Your grimy nature so well to know
But
If ever I were asked,
Here is my reply:
" I know you, oh poverty so well,
for
since my birth, a loyal subject of yours I have been
and still a loyal subject of yours
I remain to this day!"
© Demetrios Trifiatis
25 May 2021
Categories:
unmercifully, food, humanity, poverty,
Form:
Free verse
There once was a feller named Charlie Horse,
Who was unmercifully teased of course.
But he took it all in stride,
With a modicum of pride,
Damning his zany name 'til he was hoarse!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Categories:
unmercifully, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Sunlight beams on streets so mean..' As Love reaches out.'
A lonely widow toils unending, till day it fades then shares a morsel with her pet..'
Love aspires... a lust rages, and goals are pursued.' As Love reaches out.'
A man beats his family unmercifully..' A sweet rain falls, and tears flow..
Mists shroud the land, a baker makes dough fires an oven as Love reaches out.'
People plan wars, lies are circulated money is apportioned, deaths are reported..'
Storms batter, economy's teeter politicians smile sweeter. as Love reaches out..'
Women cheat on their partners, inflation is raging..' As Love reaches out..'
Love is patient, Love is kind, it does not envy it does not boast, it is not self-seeking,
It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs' Love does not delight in evil
but rejoices with the truth, it always protects always trusts, always hopes always perseveres..'
All children, all people..' require true 'Love' in order to grow as individuals to attain
their best potential, why is it the world is a consumerist, indifferent model at best
and at worst a short selling warring divisive entity, and yet we have highly educated people running things, purportedly for the benefit of all, what's missing here.?
Is it the innocence of true Love..?
Categories:
unmercifully, love,
Form:
Verse
The rain didn't fall
last night so much
as it was thrown.
The wind didn't blow
last night so much
as it was whipped.
And a whip is
a thing which
lacerates, it cuts.
The day after
was the last day
and the next days
will be filled with
no more and no longer
until the next days
outnumber the
here-with-us days
and the days after those
days will pile on, unmercifully
as well. The whipwind cuts.
Whippy storm.
Shallow breath.
Dirtied coat.
Abraded eyes.
Right one swollen.
No bowel signs right,
and few on left.
Unwilling to move -
pressed rump-first into
a corner
facing southwest.
Signs of sweat.
"My other horse went this way."
she weakly offers
to the morning air,
to the isn't there,
foreshadowing shadows
and coming despair.
"I wish the doctor would
hurry up and get here."
though we knew he would,
he was, he would be...
soon.
How soon? We didn't know.
- - -
Shaving tummy,
seeking what's beneath,
what is deep.
Ultrasound inconclusive.
Which leads to a conclusion,
the conclusion.
Mommy cooing for hours.
She's brushing him now.
"He's toxic" says doc J.
"It's time." quietly said
to all who already know.
But the spokeness of it is
it's own gift.
The haunting guess brought into
Life, into the moment
into Astro's stall.
- - -
Outside, the crows cried.
The grey winds sucked
warmth.
"You're gonna like where
you'll be." repeated Momma K.
A stroke.
A kiss.
A nuzzle.
A forelock felt.
He thumped down.
Momma started.
We four knelt down,
knowing that but
three would rise.
Syringe after syringe.
Twenty two years.
"His heart's stopped now,"
says Doc
"That's just his diaphragm
tryin' to do its job."
Astro huffs heartily.
- - -
Blankets cover him now,
in a damp paddock.
His bridle off.
At long last.
He is still.
She shakes.
Tears from both.
- - -
The wind won't stop.
He seems to breathe.
It's just the wind
under the blankets.
He really seems to breathe.
- - -
"I learned so much from this horse."
Categories:
unmercifully, death, death of a
Form:
Free verse
Hollow Thrones
Death and destruction reigning in filth over dry bones
kings ruling over weaker souls with little hope,
drowned deep, cast overboard loaded with misery stones
unmercifully hung with no justice and short rope
So proudly the kings rule over subjects so very poor
no concept of the natural rights of mortal man,
having power , treasure and selfish desires by the score
completely unconcerned with life's ever so brief span
Shallow pleasures lusted without thought of coming reward
stolen time and freedoms from more deserving souls,
unmindful of the many stolen lives so desperately scarred
judgment awaiting in deeply unforgiving , darkened holes
Reigns of tyranny reaped as bushels of rotten fruits
while spirit raping of better women, children, and men,
falsely rewarded homage paid from wickedly evil roots
soon to be given eternity in their evil Master's den
Robert L. 05-25-2014
Read a book this morn on the great Empires long since destroyed,
with more of the same always filling the void....
Mankind simply refuses to ever learn...
Categories:
unmercifully, bullying, corruption, power, slavery,
Form:
Rhyme
In total darkness
My helpless naked body
Like a mere rag doll
Is tossed precariously
Into the cursing unforgiving
freezing sea
My body in shock
I am petrified filled with fear
And find it hard to breath.
My limbs tossed and thrown about
At the mercy of the towering cursing waves
That has taken so many unmercifully
To the murky depths
And a watery grave.
The freezing cold cuts and bites my tender skin
And as I swirl around against my will
My head is in a spin
I'm getting tired and more tired
As the waves crash and get increasingly higher
Drifting in and out of consciousness
Never knowing what will happen next
And when I will expire.
I just want to sleep
I hope I will soon die
I give out primal screams
But there's no one to hear my cries.
The sheer noise of the thunderous waves
Deafens me and hurts my ears
I become delusional
Calling out for mother
And cry so many tears.
I sense the sharks are gathering
To frenziedly rip and tear my flesh
And drag me down into those dark, freezing murky depths.
My bones to lay on the ocean bed
And soon to be covered by silt and sand
Soon to be forgotten
As though I'd never existed as a person
Or a man
At peace at last.
Peter Dome copyright.2014.
Categories:
unmercifully, body, dark, dream, fear,
Form:
Free verse
Adolph Hitler,
that old unruly tiger,
crawled and begged a Jew at heaven's gate,
the Jew unmercifully replied, "Sorry! too late"
24th Sept, '12
Categories:
unmercifully, history, people,
Form:
Clerihew
My soul cries out to dejected refugees
Forced to leave their homeland, lives and cultures
Victims of natural disasters, disease and war
Remembering the smell of their favourite foods
The sounds of roosters who never sleep
Proud tall coconuts swaying gently in the evening breeze
or battered unmercifully by ferocious winds
The cerise colours of sunsets that delighted sailors or
gave them warning in the morning
The myriad shades of the blue ocean shimmering
In the noonday sun
Refugees unwelcome in a foreign world
Migrants lost in time and place
Longing to remember the warmth of family,
Nature’s beauty in their eyes
Songs in their hearts drowned by unintelligible sounds
resounding in their ears
Afraid, hurting and homesick
Their futures colourless and grim
Categories:
unmercifully, anxiety, fear,
Form:
Free verse
When you hear plans for reactive justice
do you also listen for responsive mercy?
Or are you more likely to feel merciless revenge
against uncivilized behavior
swelling vibrant adrenaline
thrilling your self-righteous bloodstream?
If revenge is your best defense
against chaotic complexities of bad mad behavior,
If punitive humiliation
is this justice by disgrace
you deem responsible,
comfortably live by,
protect and defend,
then you will be an often disappointed,
and disappointingly ineffective,
parent
And would best and brightest stay far away
from anything in law enforcement,
militarized defense,
courtroom dramas,
and gun permits.
Advocates and defenders of justice for all
are deep lovers of intentions and behaviors
good healthy humored
seeking our not so bad, sad, and mad renovations
of white-washed purging rituals
including Society's eco-political purifying rituals,
obsessive-compulsive demoralizing ruminations,
ruinations,
rambling echoes of great and small transitions
quaking Earth's moral indignation
steeped in Anthropocene rape cultures
and pillage histories
of patriarchal justice
without matriarchal mercy,
much less Eartheatrical peace.
Justice without mercy
is like believing in love
without practicing peace
Like trying to restore a moral climate for love
without a maturing polycultural life
engaged co-empathically together
All guilty of anti-Earth transgressions
against compassioned innocents
of most every unmerciful violence one might imagine
inside inhumane uncivilization
Until we fall Anthropocene bad
sad
mad
unglad apart
To reweave yet another new inter-re-ligious
brightest and best day
Without such long LeftBrain EitherFor/OrAgainst
pathologically punishing shadows,
unmercifully thrown survival of the fiercest apart,
not yet fully grown Anthropocene together
Mature sacred and organic
mind/bodies
Anthro/Earth-Tribe polyculturally thriving
merry mercy co-passion full
Maturing polypathic peace
EarthJustice regenerates.
Categories:
unmercifully, health, humanity, humor, love,
Form:
Political Verse
It's a marvelous world we all live in,
full of creatures with different skins.
Some we know and many we don't,
some we have seen and many I truly want.
To drink my tea with angels would be such a thrill,
and to hear their tales of feats would give me the chill.
To chase with spirits inside the woods
and to join our forces to bring together the good -
the good in the world that is slowly being erased
and now by the material unmercifully replaced.
I would love to see the aliens' home,
but inexplicably to exchange a word with us
is taking them too long.
Perhaps they are waiting for humans' minds to rise,
so we'd understand them solely by looking in their eyes.
It's a marvelous world we all live in,
we are all little wonders
and the good in us shall win.
Categories:
unmercifully, mystery,
Form:
Rhyme
A token of love once handed down,
as His life giving blood, dropped steadily to the ground.
Horrifically abused, unmercifully accused,
nailed to the cross to suffer our dues.
Stripped of all pride, mocked and scorned,
what did He do, and what have we learned?
No crime did He ever commit, nor none did He do,
unless love has become a crime, then He was guilty that's true!
Through all His suffering that day, He still had compassion for me and for you,
through the pain of it all He asked for forgiveness for us, something He did not have to do!
As the pain reached heights so hard even for Him to bear,
He could have called down heaven to take Him out of there.
But true to bear this was the bitter cup that was placed in His hand,
an on that cross He suffered a mortal death that to this day is so hard to understand.
He was our bridge, our link, our only means of salvation,
Our Christ, our perfect love, our only true chance, our one affirmation!
Categories:
unmercifully, faith, lovepain, love,
Form:
Verse