Best Viciousness Poems
Enduring in the gullibility of your
vacuous domain
Where viciousness stretched its cruel chains,
and vain vows cast in silver lined threads
were soft enough to soothe,
but sharp enough to shred.
I followed the fractures, fine as hair,
witnessed truth crackle through oxygenated air.
Your crown — little more than gilded dust,
from my puppet strings severed
I placed my trust
that you’d come undone from your reign unjust...
And in your castle carved from fears,
bloom black orchids, drenched in thistles of tears,
veiling the moon with lethal lace,
perfumed with poison, in gruesome grace.
Yet I refuse to drown in the seas of the artless,
like a marionette, silenced and heartless:
for I am the silhouette of silk and solace,
soaring beyond chains of brutality and malice,
To an island where thorn less love blooms,
and faith is the melody to erase written gloom,
from the sinister streaks of the narcissistic sun-stain
I ricochet amidst the night and champagne rain...
My worst enemy is not a stranger,
but the fears that turn my heart into danger.
I care not to make a home upon the knife,
too afraid of the demons that poison my life,
as reason fights the devil, and my inner flame thrives,
soaked in the perfume of faith that revives ~
for I am worth more than the burning blame,
I bloom beyond dust, no longer the same.
I buried the nemesis dressed as my sweetest nightmare,
found my remedy in rhyming stars, amidst despair…
O tormentor, the familiar doubt creeping in silence,
I defy the voiced viciousness of your violence.
I am the violet diamond, sparkling blue,
photographed in parallel peace, now seeing the clue
of how terrors stole the rose-beam colors of light,
blurring my sunsets, clouding the velvet ink of night…
So watch me as I fall into the warmth of deep devotion,
surrendering my quill to the secrets of the infinite ocean…
What is life without the trust of ache ~ if not a heart breathing love’s rhyme,
as tonight… the moon slips stars between our souls’ truth ~ sweetly touched by time.
A CLASSIC SUMMER IN GREECE
Viciousness and mystery erupt on arid soil.
Summer heat and idle time can make the spirits boil.
Languishing in stuffy rooms with very little sleep--
Night time flickers of the light-- imagination leaps.
Heat that beckons times long past invade a fevered head—
Athena pleases lovers mid her goddess silken bed,
Grecian legs march bravely –- prelude Olympian races--
Soldiers dream they sail away to see exotic places.
Heat waves shimmer landscape –men will do what they are told--
Spearborn soldiers helmeted sing down a dusty road.
Tho in mind they join their lovers whispering by the sea,
Drink of mountain waters --rest their head on sweetheart’s knee
Helen, when she sailed away –a wayward selfish wife
Without a backward glance she risked the cost of human life--
Was it the heat that made her crazed to do this foolish thing?
A fit of summer boredom could create this witless fling.
Autumn winds are blowing now-- Troy’s nights turn cool and fair--
Does Paris try to ditch her --as naked Helen combs her hair--
Does Hector tell his brother--get this woman out of here--
Does Helen beg to stay-- and tell her lover not to fear?
Heat can play the brain and make it dance a backward tune--
Clarity as sun tricks down—repeats a former June,
Perhaps there is a lesson learned from heat that sears the soul--
Summertime romance will write us each a tragic role.
Victoria Anderson Throop ©
1/11/13
The current President, Donald Trump, launched his 2016 presidential campaign on June 16, 2015. One by one his opponents fell by the wayside, and the nomination was all but decided by summer. The following is an exert from a letter I wrote to Donald Trump in October of 2016:
"I chose not to watch the final debate because I felt it would be too painful to watch two Americans hurt each other needlessly. Also, by then, there was nothing more that I needed to know."
Though I did not inform him in that letter, I had already cast my ballot for him, and expected him to win but not by such margins. I expected that when in office he would be opposed and unsupported by liberals, progressives, and some well-established members of his own party, but not by such hatred and viciousness. I do not agree with everything President Trump does nor with every move he makes, but give me a break, do we really want to destroy this great country?
I opposed most of President Obama's policies, but not everything, and I would never consider personal attacks but attacks on principles. Civil unrest cannot be avoided in a Democratic Republic, and family fights are understandable. But danger zones are created when families become dysfunctional, and when nations and governments lose the inner core of their founding principles, there is little to no recourse. Nevertheless, 'trumpets' are resounding around the world, but only God knows if other instruments will be enjoined to create a symphony.
02182019PoSoupContest, Poetry Marathon 19, Mark Toney
America unlocked
Is the monster
under stairs
stirring?
The bottom class
wondered
as upper class
called them higher.
Master like playing games
stoking darkened fears
enjoyed teasing
emancipated
Kept them
second guessing
what step
would be their
undoing
The sharp fangs
of illiteracy overtly ruling
Liked them tamed
and their feet grabbers
vicious
Had to be there quick
but punished
using a sprint.
America, your ignorance
is yawning.
The same viciousness
you fed, now hungers
for you.
Your appetite for power
Now, eats at you
You created a hole
It now devours you.
You gave a man
with a God complex
the keys
to spiritual kingdoms.
Even sinners are
scared to go higher
with Cerberus
growling
It's no coincidence
our world
became what it is
So many of us willing
to trade for more imbalance
instead of addressing
the fears that rule us.
The monster under the stairs
was abused too
The masters above
affects all of us the same
Whether by timidity or through
aggression we're locked in this
cycle of giving and giving
so only a few receive the getting
Starving for change
are the worst kind of
hunger pangs
7 Ravens
In a terrible time of famine, war, pest and inquisition,
a master Wicca giving homeless boys a apprentice permission.
They had to maintain a household in an isolated place,
working very hard to earn some recognition to face.
Collecting woods, herbs and edibles to survive
building a garden, harvesting some fields to strive.
When the moon was new the master summonsed the boys,
teaching them the art of magic, using dark power like toys.
The very same power was keeping those young men imprisoned,
some tried to run away, but got lost and ended up same place wrested.
He turned them into ravens, spying on innocent prey,
and gave them that illusion of freedom that they can fly.
The deeds of darkness had its toll and innocent hearts rebel,
they could not take the viciousness by mental means able.
The Wicca promised them the virtue of ultimate power,
focusing only onto the abuse by tragic endower.
The ravens tried to work together against the masters will,
but could not fit his evil visions to conquer the needed bill.
In disguise of 7 Ravens they had to visited villages,
creating distractions for the dark master to take advantages.
One Raven got injured during some chaotic rage,
a maiden of gentle touch, nursed the captured creature in a cage.
Not knowing that a boy is in this disguise of a bird,
and the young man was in awe of all he heard.
She was talking about a charming prince she dreamed to meet,
giving her the stillness for the loving longing as a deed.
The raven recovered and the boy’s heart was enchanted,
flying back to the brothers and the master will granted.
He told his fellows about the beauty he is feeling,
and knew it is the way to conquer all fears and controlled stealing.
They decided to fly to those villages to find some maidens of charm,
exchanging bodies to create loving features with no harm.
Soon they hearts where all full of joy and virtues abilities,
much against the masters witching capabilities.
His own manipulation fell against him by circumstance,
leaving nothing left to do, giving those young men the advance.
They swore an ode, never to use the art of dark power,
living a life with the meaning of celebrated love in any hour.
Still hearing from time to time the voice of a Crow,
sounding like the croaking noise of…. nevermore, nevermore.
Inspired by Edgar Allen Poe
GOD MADE US ALL
He did not make you better than another!
But created you to honor one another.
Nearing my three years of poetry here,
I found comments about many others that
brought a hot, scalding, tear.
I was warned several months ago,but
did not believe this?
But the viciousness I saw had the most
malicious twists.
I wanted to tell all those with written
lies about them in their backs.
Worry not, God sees all personal, hateful
attacks.
So naive, was I, to without question ttrust
all souls.
Some here, with souls, as dark as the the
blackest coal.
But, it made me value poets with clean
souls, all the more...
Those who will be entering, one day, God’s
most holy doors.
One poet warned me long ago, this was
happening to me.
I did not believe her, but am grateful to
her for warning me.
No, she is not one of my constant readers!
But to to me, she deserves a giant trophy
as a moral, humanistic leader.
Be a friend, not a foe, to every poet here.
Have the dignity to honor them, not one of
you is a a seer!
If you think you are superior in thought to
another,
Do tell them in soupmail!
They are-not grist, for inhumane, poetical
fodder!
With best wishes for a great Holiday
season.
Whether Jew or Christian, you were
put on this earth for a reason!
11/ 25/ 2021
Incredible, the eyes of panthers,
Cats with human skin, stare out at you
From flowers, and rainbows stretch
Like reins attached to some green beast
Charles Rimbaud "The Drunken Boat'
The Darkest Beast
From Eden , mankind prospers in deception,
has no outward signs of viciousness
No panther eyes that gleam maloevolance
No dagger claws that warn, as if
a human lived within a cat's skin
Some elements of this human form,
have a psychic channel to horrific powers;
like reins attached to some great beast
They revel in riding rough shod over flowers
and rainbows, and prefer destruction
An abberation of creation's force-
a shape-shifter- hiding in beauty
O panther eyes that gleam from this small Eden
hiding in shadows behind bright leaves
Beware ! Beware mankind!
The darkest beast.
First Place
Shapeshifters and Shapeshifting" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Biaanco; judged on 7/4/2022.
anger, betrayal, confusion, how i feel, life, spoken word
BITE YOUR TONGUE ©
Tongues march forth in a wicked line---
From harvests of viciousness potent as wine….
Their stories can escalate to a viper’s bite!
Victims do retaliate in a set manner of ‘like’---
If not taught understanding and shame….
They will ‘too’ also walk bent and lame.
Bite one’s tongue a fore it splits---
And the eavesdropper is made ‘deaf’ to all words!
So many depressing dark nights were you there
Giving me some hope small where there was none
Showing me that there is someone who will care
When it comes to humbleness none do compare
Certainly of your kind have I only met just the one
So many depressing dark nights were you there
To live in happiness I can imagine and now dare
Where there was nothing something has begun
Showing me that there is someone who will care
The shodowing abyss for years has been my lair
Playing with somber words, it really isn't that fun
So many depressing dark nights were you there
Imagining the sweet scent of your soft silky hair
All my skepticism and viciousness will be undone
Showing me that there is someone who will care
I wait for the moment that we share our first stare
The light that shines from you brighter than the sun
So many depressing dark nights were you there
Showing me that there is someone who will care
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.
It scuttles the ground like an octopus
Leap by leap and lick by lick like an ocean current
With a viciousness that clings coldly into our minds
The fiery angry tongues of yellow gold goblets
Flair furiously at the first gust of wind
That billows at it as if lightened by
Another gallonn of gasoline.
Black coals of burnt debris meet our eyes
As the flames continue to choke the building
Into a dusty black chalk
We gather outside anxiously
To look for those who were on that same block
They are safe! By a miracle!
It remains a grim tragedy for us all.
My throat chokes dry with disbelief
My mind wonders how it happened
Because its an arson attack
The second time the block was burning down
As if not choked enough to death by its haters
And it was in our little minds that one of us
Was a little devil who enjoyed seeing
Suffering on the faces of others
The cold morning air stiffened with mystery
As we watched half burnt tooth brushes, books
And mattresses shoved out of the smoked inferno.
Distress and heart ache written all over
All our strained faces peeping into the deathly dormitory
One last tear
I will shed for your absence
I refuse to suffer more pain
Hurt now replaced by anger
Rejection & humiliation
With relief and pride
I did nothing wrong
Except love you
Until the end
That moment
Decided by you alone
To move on
Live your life as a single man
Before we had even parted
Before I even knew we had a problem
Always the last to know
The foolish wife
You slept beside me
Night after night
Snuggled up to me whist asleep
We made love
Bodies entwined
Right up until the day you left
Did you tell her we have separate beds?
Separate lives?
More lies
The marital bed
Where our souls became one
A place of tenderness
Of love and hope
Planning together our dreams of the future
Laying in your strong arms
My man
My life
My future
So now you are gone
Your decision shocked me to the core
Baffled by the viciousness of your words
Nothing made sense
I cried myself to sleep for weeks
Getting weaker each dawn that broke
I questioned everything
Was every single word a lie?
Why did I not see it?
Was I really so blind?
I grieved for you
For the future we will no longer have
So now I will shed one last tear
Not for you
But for the love we once had
Now I will move forward
Stand tall and proud
I am free
I am finally happy again
Looking forward to each new sunrise
Creating my new future
A fresh start in life for myself
Excitement and motivation spurring me on
So thank you for releasing me
Get on with the life you chose
I don’t wish you malice
Your life is your own as is mine
Goodbye to my past
Hello to my future
Because now
No more tears will I cry
Fugitive
Fleeing the confines of mind
scurrying over addled thoughts,
sorting through lifeless sermons.
Challenging the confines of conformity.
Fleeing oppressions oligarchs
loosing a flow of vitriolic viciousness,
hell bent on pissing off the world
signing on as the “devil’s advocate”.
Running off at the mouth,
parsing paths chosen - by the chosen.
Fugitive!
Worn boots, frayed cuffs,
sun washed shirt, ruddy face,
narrow eyes, impish grin,
peering into a future,
dancing with a shadow.
3/16/2016
submitted to – A Fugitive – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Julia Ward
Back in the mists of time
Were stories sung
Where minds in thrall by minstrels
Were held
With tales revealing
Viscerality and viciousness
The currency of glory and shame.
Who does not marvel at
Achilles's pride
A ruthless killing machine
Unforgiving
In his revenge
For his beloved Patroclus
And shrink
At the terrible price paid
By brave Hector
Before the sorrowing eyes
Of his aged parents
Therein we see the splendour
As well as the grimness
When foes collide
With his wiles does daredevil Odysseus
Charm us
And inventive ruses.
Yet what horrors,hardship
And heartache
Were his
As homecoming was in his heart
With Poseidon vowing vengeance
Pain,pleasure and punishment
He met
In equal measure
Before rescuing
His priceless pearl
Penelope
From the rapacity and greed
Of the craven suitors.
These were the gifts
To posterity
Handed down
By Homer.
From these twin tales
There grew
The exploits of pius Aeneas
Driven from his homeland
War stricken
Driven by destiny
To seek a new home.
At the behest of Caesar
Did Virgil fashion his verse
Plundering Homer
That his hero
Would personal glory
and pleasure abjure
In a self -denying ordinance
To meet duty's demands.
Such self-denial cost him
Dido
Deserted and distraught
And brought him
Into the depths of Hades
From where he rose
A new man
With a deeper mission
To grace the world
With its master race,
That destiny ordained from above.
And we as readers must choose
The tale that to our soul sings
Touching our humanity
Both starkly
And with the tight tenderness
Of truth.