Remorselessly Poems | Examples

Crisscrossing

Every doorway is well lit yet barred and locked.
This is my dream body, it is chasing its twilit shadow
down blind alleyways
pausing only to heave breathlessly
as it comes to a stop
in yet another walled-off cul-de-sac.

Daylight couples slyly with moonlight,
it forms a vaporous union that creeps under skin,
We are two hands and a mouth,
weak hands scratching upon a lid of fear.

We call such mind-hauntings: nightmares,
yet they seem so very real
as we fretfully slumber -
then they chase us remorselessly
through our daily lives.

Why record such fantasies,
these myriad variations of horror?
Why relive the frights, the needling frets
of these subconscious ghost trains - images
that fly through all our darkly hidden spaces.

Perhaps only to share an elusive puzzle-picture,
to reach into other sequestered minds
that may experience the same
other-worldly hinterlands, the same fear-threads,

and there know we are crisscrossing
the same unidentifiable landscapes
all of us have created for ourselves.

Why Did You Part With Bonaparte

Denying us a reply
Does many faults imply:
That you do wrong routes ply
And don’t knowledge supply…

Is it about bundles
He lazily trundles:
Appointments he had missed
But remorselessly hissed?

Was it that he had fought 
And more Bloodletting sought
Or the way he chuckles
While watching Who Suckles?

Starve me you do response
And self in chair ensconce;
On words playing for puns…

Like Gone Simon Templar 
You could things make simpler:
Why did you, at last, part
With Albert Bonaparte?

The Ides of March

The Ides of March, oh woe betide
Twas on this day that Caesar died
Stabbed by his double-dealing men
Remorselessly, time and again.
Twenty-three times the knives were thrust;
Take care therefore in whom ye trust.


09.04.2022


Bite Size Poem No.43 Poetry Contest 
Sponsor - Line Gauthier

Flipped Hourglass

Thought spirals
Eating us alive
Remorselessly
Gnawing our soul

We lift our hand
As a stop signal
The bubbles burst
Noiselessly

In staid silence
Tranquil equipoise
Flow of time ends
Melding with the void

Awareness self-aware
Porous and receptive
Invites bliss currents
To suffuse our heart

Dance of polarities
Rotates with each breath
Essence of presence
Celebrates divine union

01-February-2022

Fall From Grace

Rabid desires, blamed on testosterone;
vicious thoughts, in games of oneupmanship,
fuelling passions, turning heart to stone,
remorselessly tighten on soul their grip,
oblivious to tears that slowly drip.
The face in the mirror loses lustre,
resembling now, a demonic creature,
deadened to soft, subtle voice of conscience,
man of the world, in truth a predator,
forging with evil, shaky alliance.

02-May-2021

Fear of Death

We may see
Mirrorlessly
That the fear of death
Approaching in stealth
Is a dark, devastating fear
That remorselessly spears
The innermost core of our being
For, we would like to go on living

Endowed with power of discernment and reason
Why then caged in self created delusional prison
We do recognise that mind body is perishable 
As opposed to our loving spirit within eternal
Yet we choose to be glued to illusion 
There lies root cause of our confusion 
Hypnotised: we dwell in stress
Nonchalant: divine love caress

We are as we choose to be
Choose oh hermit, to be free

Shift the fulcrum 
To our sensorium 

Within

11-January-2021

Colored Pink

Colored pink,
She waits,
Shivery, blithely,
Aesthetically,
You could say—
Low fidelity.

Colored pink,
The milk
She drinks
Misses and falls
Everywhere.
Beautiful, a
Mountaintop
Piercing the
Sky. Even the
Angels are
Transfixed.

Colored pink,
She tries the
New thing while
Rain races the
Sunset futilely,
Sadly, lovingly.
The rain is
Called Juliet.

Colored pink,
She has lace
That she traces,
She misses the
Call of wine,
The hammock
Of druggy sleep,
Eros.

Colored pink,
Kill her softly,
Then kill her
Roughly, remorselessly,
Color her blue,
Then see it pinker,
Pinker. Squeeze
And show her
It’s real.

Colored pink,
Cigarette
Smoke is
Something you
Learn to like.
Just like being
Pink, you learn
To like it. And
Screaming is
Second nature.

Colored pink,
She speaks
Breathily after
A mint. When
She stretches,
The oceans
Turn flat and
All the sounds
Dissipate.

Colored pink,
She waits,
Quivery, haphazardly,
Dangerously,
You could say—
Amorously.
She feels it,
It’s deadly, she
Needs it, it’s
Her blood.

Failed

Israel, the failed state
Israel is a modern state
Where people suffer much anxiety
Surrounded by enemies
They think violence is the only answer
To find peace.
Remorselessly the continue down
The path of oblivion when they for a short time
Was winning it was destroyed by arrogance
An unwillingness to show charity
Defending the downtrodden.
Israel is an oddity in the sea of the Arab world
When they finally see this, there will be
 a clamour to find a haven in Europe
Where they came from as few Jews can trace them
Ancestry back to biblical times.

Beautiful Sadness

"A mother’s love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.”         Agatha Christie


           Beautiful Sadness
 
     I raised my little girl from birth 
And through the years her special mirth
     Has brought such joy, now I'm aware
Of things we may no longer share.
     It breaks my heart she's moved away. 
My quiet tears are shed each day
     For when I see a youth like she
I recall how things used to be.

     My grandchild too that I miss so
She's seven, growing fast I know,
     Maybe Christmas we all may meet 
And it will be a special treat.
     A beautiful sadness will remain 
Until I see them both again.

7-20-19

Writing Challenge 2, July 2019- 
Melancholy- Poetry Contest~Third Place~
Sponsor Dear Heart

3.   Beautiful Sadness

Welcome To the Machine: Part 9

Malicious Intent >

Reclusive con Artists, who appear to take no rest
ProwLing through codes
Crushing anyone who'd dare contest

This is perfection, I suppose
The consistently coherent cooperation betWeen mAn and machine
An artificial understanding - an accomplice unknown

They relY on evasion, but program to attack
PerhapS a grand scale heist - performed silently
Under the unforgiving blackened hat

Uniting against titans
As "We Are The law!"
Should you ever Cross tHem, your world wIll fall

Those devious codes
Adware, malware, and raNsomware
Will drown your screen in red

Imagine them as insects
LeachinG, vampiric
Dripping blood of a familiar crimson red

Under the radar they go
Remorselessly busting locks
Corrupting, decrypting - accessing your data vault

No time to react - it’s all over in a flash
You will relinquish control, and surrender to our clicks
We do not forgive
We do not forget

Erebus and Terror

Held fast!

Ruthlessly trapped in a white sepulchred vice
that slowly, inexorably, crushes all hope.
Starving we wait, with lips black and caked,
all frozen in a wasteland of ice and snow;
revealing desolation and utter despair that 
relentlessly flows, to an uncertain death.

We, officers and men, who’d aspired so high, 
had failed to spot the strange irony 
of our two ships’ names – ‘Erebus’ and ‘Terror’! 
Darkness and horror now stalks each soul, 
icily gripping us, in manacled madness.    

Naked we entered this imperfect world, 
born to long suffering and adversity. 
Dare we bear arms against this dread fate? 
Or, meekly succumb to what destiny holds,
shorn now of all means, to sustain our lives? 

In the bleakness and sorrow of that long winter’s night, 
we watched the fell stars of mighty Ursa, 
circling, like bears, in the spangled blackness,  
remorselessly hunting each human soul 
…to a grizzled end.

Refugee

One does not tremble before a man she esteems
Certainly not before the one she finds dignified
No; it would be contrary to Mother Nature herself
It is before a dangerous man that one trembles!
And it is from a murderous man that one flees!

There are times when storms rage and rivers swell
Times, too, when earth quakes strike remorselessly
Times when the sun bakes all around it wickedly
And there are times when a conflagration occurs
Rendering man, woman, child and beast rootless 

If one could control the winds and arrest the tsunami
Many a stranded woman would not have left home
If one could summon the rain clouds to donate a tear
In regular fashion and without undue discrimination
Even Darfur and Ethiopia and Arabia would rejoice  

Is she from Mars that you should call her alien?
Is she a child of a beast that you should deny her?
Did she choose to be born poor that you should shun her?
Oh lucky children in Europe and America and elsewhere!
Find in your golden hearts room for just one more refugee!

Dream Less Nights

Sealed in white cotton
Bathed in SSRIs
My nights have forgotten dream.
Notebooks stand at the ready each morning,
Uselessly covered in dust.
Once I filled them remorselessly
With remains of the strange woman,
The snake-haired temptress,
The ashen guardians walking in shadows.
Now, I know only that memories
Fail me each dawn.	
Each day, each night 
I wait, anticipating irruption.
Each morning I wake to just routine, 
just chores, just the next piece of reason.
Will the night play dead until I die?
Will the guests of my buried soul
Escape their early grave?
Am I condemned to an artless list?
No. No. And no again.
This blank page
Demands writing.
A rite of sacrifice must begin -
So from  this death
Dream spring again.

Wait Death

Wait Death

When in a hurriedly hurricane
An egg expounding hope
Slips, falls and cracks open
The mother bird stands helpless
Shall she weep for a child to come?
As if the invidious kite has done
The evil she witnesses

When a green growing fruit drops
It has denied a man its joy
It’s tree mother the fulfilling joy

Even in the face of drought
The planted seed cries for rain

When an owl sings
In the daylight
Again, a soul, a young soul goes
With bitterness and languish
Causing and abusing fate

He designs to renovate the Milky Way
A golden egg of a cock
Even the Angels Strike
Remorselessly death prepares for another

Do not dig out the yam in May
For you shall eat but okra- like yam

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