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Monday Poetry Prompt: Ruthless


This week let’s write a ruthless poem. No mercy! Post your results below.



About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.


6 thoughts on “Monday Poetry Prompt: Ruthless

  1. Love writing ruthless poems
    I have wrote a shitload.
    Don’t take shit
    from know one
    So I make sure I load
    the shotgun
    while I’m on my porch.
    Kill anybody at all cost
    that is a threat to me
    and my family.
    The shotgun is on my lap
    while I’m drinking Hennessy.
    I’m drinking and drinking
    and slowly becoming tipsy
    so still have 90% control of my body.
    But all of a sudden I hear something.
    Like a hardcore prison inmate
    I react before I drink.
    I refuse to think
    so I load up the rounds
    in my double shotgun.
    I am now on the hunt.
    Even though I don’t see nothing
    I start shooting near the bushes.
    I shot 6 six rounds
    and had 1 round left.
    After I shot the 6th round
    I hit the target
    that was hiding in the bushes.
    When I went in the bushes
    I realized that I just shot my wife
    and she is bleeding
    from the stomach.
    Almost felt sorry
    Almost shed a tear
    But I remind myself
    I have mercy on no one
    Not even family.
    My last words to her was
    “I’m sorry honey”
    I fired my 7th round


    Posted by Understand546 | September 26, 2018, 2:57 PM
  2. Very reasonable folks said they took no joy in a guillotine
    and that that in fact was the greatest innovation of all,
    but they will admit confidentially what great pleasure it
    was to no longer be inhibited by such joys as the gallows
    afforded, where lust elevated a castrated, mangled villian
    above the status of a snapped citizen twig. See, there was
    honor in a tarred and dragged corpse where there was
    ruthlessness in silent erasure. Very reasonable folks agreed.
    It was no great joy, and it was no small Terror, that subtle
    crack in the perishing punishment fire. It was Reasonable.

    Liked by 2 people

    Posted by Jeremy Ray Jewell | September 17, 2018, 11:44 AM

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