Best Unmercifully Poems

“Strange Creatures and The Forest of Egregore” 

Where do we go -

when our rosebuds
stop still in the cold,
unwanted, 
along the unopened road?

we walk into the 
forest alone, 
there we meet 
strange creatures -

some say 
they have the heart
of poets, philosophers
artists, musicians 

angels and demons

come and...

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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...

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"Heart"  

Deep fissures formed
in the cracks of 
the nowhere place
where time leeched
bleeding claret 
through the green 
veined blues

protean bit by bit
the flesh disappears
prematurely 6ft under
mulch for rebirth
the subcontinent
conscientious conscience 
inward reaching

the divine central tableau 
revels in its simple existing 
the complexity suspended baulks
at the...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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,

    ...

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Rosalia - The Evil Black Witch of the Harz, Part Two

Rosalia’s Instruments of Evil and Debauchery
Rosalia needed certain tools or instruments of evil and debauchery to successfully pursue her nefandous plans of bringing the people of the Harz countryside under the dominion and control of...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Born and raised as a little child in a Witches’ coven,
the Black Witch was indeed a very precocious child
whose hell-spawned soul was seared in Hell’s oven,
and like Medusa herself was a creature gone wild.

The Black Witch had a craggy, malevolent demeanor
and at a glance was...

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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...

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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...

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