Short Remorseless Poems
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clearing rainforests
remorseless profiteering
Mother Earth's face scared
resources raped and pillaged
smoke reaches the distant stars
remorseless dead eyes;
he suffers no conscience pangs ~
his heart as cold as ice
Date written: 04/07/2020
A true psychopath,
Cancer thrives on victims’ fears,
Remorseless, it kills
Old men, women and children
And stabs young men in the back.
For Joann’s Cantankacerous contest
Rich get richer as they
ride shamelessly over
rights, and equality;
remorseless profiteers,
reaping their lust for gold,
reduce the rabble to
rats in a maze of debt.
Remorseless faces piercing
rain-slick windows for the man
given graces beyond what could.
Artist embraces passion and
fear embraces stones and the
town races to ravage his home.
blues and greens, gently trickle out of the day
night's henchmen, shadows gather on corners
demise looms in leaking squalor, exsanguinate
remorseless swelling of silhouettes, cardboard
cutout scenery until freedom dawns... revival
It's to be expected
this time of year, mid Winter,
a merciless wind straight
off the bay blowing
leaves left over from Autumn,
lifting them like dead prey
flicked up by the claws
of a cat reliving the kill
in its remorseless play.
pitiless storm boils in the sea - heaven reign with mercy
10/21/2019
"When terror strikes you like a storm
and your calamity comes like a whirlwind,
when distress and anguish come upon you." Proverbs 1:27 English Standard Version (ESV)
Hurl the applecart
of crimson corruption
deep into a vortex
that whirs remorseless
and grinds to carbon
the bellowing chaos
spewed by mortals
voracious for victims.
Dread not the tremors
and tumult of wraiths
clamoring with poison fangs
to devour the light.
Winter
Winter, devastation after the fall,
Imposition of Arctic Law
Naked landscapes, souls bared,
Trembling in terrored torture
Enshackled in ice crystal chains.
Remorseless warmth awaiting rescue.
9/29/2014
For Charlotte Puddifoot
Seasonal Acrostic Poetry Contest
A soft spell of unfounded lightness,
confounds
deep engraves of pride and posture
A sweet pace of evenness branded,
pervades
tales of dew, and wine-filled sadness
Remorseless fumes and dues to end this,
decide
a tasteless tune of truth rewound
Cautious terms of proven bonds,
rest on knots
and yet you won't
Form:
I stand indifferent to rat-nosed Time who gnaws,
I stride oblivious to Time’s laws,
His ravenous, remorseless years’ assault.
The rat’s teeth sink. Then halt.
My leg withstands, impervious to fangs of Time.
Acknowledging that rodent is a crime.
The vermin soon is mashed beneath my heel
To grease. There—hearken to his squeal.
Remorseless time will take all of you
changing all that was.
For better or worse,
that change will always be
alien to your originality.
Unto us a child is born daily.
The flower has died a thousand times,
yet it will bloom in the darkness
as light.
Time has always been ramosely
compassionate,
endlessly changing a false coin
to resurrected gold.
How cold are the eyes of death
Pale orbs in the dark of night
Hidden there with bated breath
Forever to rob our sight
No bias or emotion
Without concern for our fates
No hatred or devotion
So remorseless he awaits
With no heart or soul inside
Even Kings and Queens have fallen
There's nowhere to run or hide
When the eyes of death comes callin'
Quizzical mind, hemmed in by thought,
grips us in a remorseless bind,
serving no purpose, for we’re blind,
spiralling in a narrow slot
whilst acclaiming we are self-taught.
What should we do to leave behind,
quizzical mind?
We can if we choose and we ought
shift to our heart, loving and kind,
with cravings of ego declined,
whence silence reduces to naught,
quizzical mind.
16-February-2023
Rondine
Inhibitions deflecting attention,
employing soiled filters of narrow mind,
plunge us thus into spasms of contraction,
gripping consciousness in remorseless bind,
until ego urgings, we leave behind.
The breeze that blows, is free and unfettered,
spreading by pollination, bliss nectar,
which yet in deep dungeons, stale and arid,
stagnation being the death precursor.
Let head-heart fused, be with love throb married!
11-April-2021
My Shell cracked open,
Releasing me unto the world,
Completely exposed to life
Fragile and vulnerable as snow,
The Wind scrapes my face,
The humming of birds pierces my ear,
My feet bleed from the remorseless ground,
I make haste to my defense,
Shattered to the ground,
I seize the shells,
Naively I try to repair the damage,
Despair is me for there is no solution,
I am bare and afraid,
And the shell that has cracked cannot be closed
In this maddening heat
of the prizefight
where ferocity reigns and
might is right,
the shrewder one may yet
triumph tonight.
For even the best can be
at his worst
and the last can still
outlast the first,
but either way it goes,
egos burn and burst.
Victor and vanquished
will stay remorseless;
they'll fight again till
they'll be both lifeless;
for to fight and win is an
unfinished business !
Seeking patterns
Familiar environs
Sensory apparatus
Thus so languishing
In hypnotic stupor
Yet heart yearns for
Soul's luminescence
Governed by instinct
Fickle egoic attention
Having separated itself
From womb of God's love
Is tragically blown away
In winds of uncertainty
Of duality remorseless
We are where
We choose to be
So we may dream on
Or decide to wake up
Our life, our choice
Yet pulse of love whispers
“Oh child, please be still”
28-October-2022
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doubtless
fragile
in
quiet originality
of
sublimated energy
so redolent
eternal
anguish
elegant
surreal
agonising
challenges
of abstract
concepts
conviction
ineffable
interest
remorseless
the
impossible
complicated
self-absorbing
exploring
the
unshakeable
bonds
of
fascination
enlivened
by
sightings
so much
larger
than life
prodigious
in
appearance
disarmingly
palpable
in
ironic
intimacy