Best Curses Poems
We stood atop God's hill
among God's hills
and saw no mountains
where mountains are not seen,
but gazed hatefully, fearfully, longingly
into Satan's valley.
Ours was the grandest little hill,
and below was the wickedest valley,
and between was the contest of angels dark and fair
where the living is not easy
and the dying is not quick.
At once we knew both
all that there was to be known
and nothing that could be known.
Once born, twice seduced, yet more,
we dared to peer sideways and downward
and morbidly at the edge of the plague.
And weary, or indifferent,
some were claimed,
vanished into the core of the depraved,
where the dying is not easy
for the killing is not quick.
The warring curses were one.
6th July 2018
I curse away one head to stabilize the thinking,I curse away the set of eyes that forever fall from the face to set a clear vision.I curse away the spear,the nation builder to educate the ***** controlled youth.i curse away your home and give the country a roof over their heads.
In the name of Hani,Sobukwe,Plaatjie and Biko I cast away the power hungry demons,I cast away the big tummied devils and I also cast away the raw fish eating kings.In light of peace,love and harmony I pray for justice,sense and sanity.I pray for the end of blood shed,xenophobic attacks and women bashing.
Black against black,white against white,black against white,our sense of sight has been racially removed.A rainbow belongs in the sky,I will continue to carry a gun and shoot everyone who looks different.Dompas memories,Bantu Stans living,Africanism disappearing I curse away tenderpreneurship.
Big beard,farmer clothing and a monkey hating gun.Game drives on police vans I will drag race with the monkey tied at the back.Blood spilling,dark screams as you touch base with your ancestors.1652,1990,1994 I curse away the Dromedaris.
"Black like me"
Cheeky black statements,arrogant monkeys,I call upon the mirror.
Mirror mirror on the wall prove that blacks are still stupid.
Mirror mirror on the wall hope the trick works again.
Green,Gold and Black
We hope for greener pastures,gold fields to rid poverty but we know black will always darken our futures.
blessing
sacred, divine
canonizing, sanctifying, extolling
endorsement, warrant, malediction, profane
vilifying, blaspheming, tormenting
wretched, damnable
curse
hope
desperate, cheerful
cherishing, reviving, encouraging
faith, expectation, desperation, anguish
feeling, drowning, dreading
profound, terrible
despair
Date posted: 07/28/2021
Damned, evil curses,
hocked up in green yellow phlegm-
Imps off my cleansed chest.
Blessed by Russia's orthodox church
a new radar system's rehearsed
they won't be left long in the lurch
unless Mother Russia is cursed?
A knock at the door,
As the door opens to my future.
I see the eyes of a Goddess,
Once lost but now found.
Yet, I still feel the curse lurking.
I look into those eyes,
No life,
No love,
No remembrance of our love.
A fate like no other,
Only the empty destiny that was promised.
A love endured,
A love prophesized thru the ages.
Yet, now she stands before me,
Only seeing a stranger.
My heart breaks.
She smiles as the cloud lifts between us.
I'm surprised as she says,
Did you think a silly curse
Could keep me away from you?
Remember Snow White,
True Love Trumps All Curses.
Holding me close in her arms,
A kiss on my lips breaks the curse.
My sweet wife, I never stopped,
Searching for you.
Come, Lauren, we're going home,
To Olympus, where our children and,
Family awaits.
And they lived happily ever after.
Safe proof from the words
Uttered as swords in the air
To undermine worth
Feeling the ego menaced
Act with cowardness and fear
Dedicated to a special friend
7-28-2016
I drink everyday cups after cups
Of what you feared to drink.
If blood differs its color from red
To saffron, white or whatever,
I deny to bleed religiously.
From what well a beggar
Draws water for his thirst I know not,
But I understand the poison
Of sins we, you and I, drink everyday;
Spiced with your indifferent high-handedness.
Do not hoist your flag on my history,
For I have stopped walking on tutored prayers.
In spite of the anthem you've baptized me with and
My flat nose and narrow eyes upon which
Your mockery humiliates humanity,
I remain native to my roots.
Someday, a stone will conquer us, the both of us,
When stars will drain their twinkles, with remorse,
On garbage of raped girls, even as chastity becomes
The fault-line along which seismic rebellions
Will tremor and justify my absence
From your churches, mosques and temples.
My demands, notwithstanding your statutes,
Are answerable by your august houses;
Lest posterity wil spill cups of curses
On altars, constitutions and patriotism.
CURSES
The curse of great beauty can get you so down,
It's the price one must pay though,
Born with such renown;
And then there's intelligence, when second to none,
There's no one to talk to,
In a class of just one.
When your manner and dress show such style and good taste,
You surpass all the others,
As the town fashion plarte,
And your talent for speech and social aplomb,
Your style and your grace,
Leaves all others struck dumb,
Folks tend to avoid you when you've been so blessed,
They can't understand you,
They just can't digest,
The pearls of your wisdom when you try to share,
Insiste on the best,
It just shows you care.
To be born so plain and so dull's the true curse,
But I tell you true,
Stupid is worse.
Judy Ball
Narcissism - Every now and then it's not so funny.
I hear it said AI in art it is cheating, destroyer of creativity, yet it seems to create something beautiful even if it wasn’t formed by human hands. I use spell check to correct the myriads of spelling errors I make. I use Rhyme Zone to help me find a word that eludes me. A clock tells me what time to get up and suggests what time I should go to bed. No person rings the bell to tell me I left the fridge open or that my frozen meal is finished heating up. If there is a contest for humans in art, we should have one for the users of robots too. I am confused (which isn’t unusual) but to go back to times when we didn’t have artificial intelligence scares me so much. I agree that there is no creativity if I use a robot's brain to paint a picture, write a book or a poem. But if it can do these things it should be praised. AI has a place in this world and it will grow even more prevalent. As long as there are programmers to create AI in all walks of life, we can only benefit. Be proud you have created something wonderful by using AI but admit it. Don’t pretend it was your feelings, your words your creativity. I am not against Ai. I am against folk who secretly use it pretending it is their work, they are plagiarists stealing the credit from robots. Viva human creativity and viva AI to make our lives easier.
Let both have a place.
In this crazy human race.
So AI embrace.
In the windows I saw her
Reflective, tangible dream
So many windows, none of opportunity
I will love her like a stalker
I can feel her presence, pressed against glass
She gnaws on nails, I do mind but don’t
When will we cross paths when will
These two parallels become perpendicular and touch
I’m sure she’s another’s, his, not mine
Not owned, but acquired
Here I go again wishing I was someone else
But how odd is it that scene never alters
Same table, same company, same hand on which she gnaws
It should be bleeding by now
My eyes are, as my heart; crying
I wish I couldn’t see them , they can’t see me
My third eye is smitten with specters
All these medals will never revive the souls that were reaped.
Ceremonious honors shimmer, but the blood of martyrs has dried.
No tribute can console the mothers whose hearts are crushed by the death of a son.
Not all are worthy of the celestial spark that carries them.
Some merely burn through their wretched lives and their time in this dimension.
They sow chaos, ruin, destruction, and ashes,
Upon mountains of remorse and lamentation.
Silence weighs like a burden of lead upon my cage of flesh.
Darkness seeps into me from the womb.
Human savagery has butchered my dreams, leaving my convictions incorruptible.
I hear the clamor of walls—thick, oozing, damp with fear and terror.
Time devours me, like a ravenous hyena with pendulum fangs.
My sky is a filthy slab, my horizon a windowless wall.
My life, my name, and my memories fade, letter by letter,
Since the bearer of lights opened my eyes.
I lay the stench of my transgressions upon the cracked lips of a putrid world.
I am the shadow of a man, a vestige of wrath nailed to the ground.
Nightmares whisper—they tell the tales of those who fell before me.
The blood of the condemned floods my cold sweat.
I bear the scars of these forsaken souls.
I am a calamity, the heir of curses,
Of ravenous chains and whips.
I will save this divine flame through the nightmares of my oppressors.
A few nightmares to purge,
And a few ghosts to silence.
My demons are restless.
I hoard fleeting vanities with every blasphemy.
I have learned to wield truth like a weapon of war
In the impure hands of fanatics.
My life on earth is catastrophic,
For my reflexes have been demonic.
Jill Biden decides, 'I'll open my purse'
Says gently, 'Honey, your mind's getting worse'
Joe said, 'Wutcha mean?'
'My brain is still keen
It's my loose lips that are such a darned curse!'
This time for sure, Jimmy Olson, intent
To find out the secret of one Clark Kent --
He'd locked the phone booth
What a super-sleuth! --
Too bad: Top was wide open as a tent
May 28 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Nehemiah 11-13
Key Verse – Nehemiah 13:2 …Howbeit our God turned the curse into a blessing.
FAITH IN GOD WHO TURNS CURSES INTO BLESSINGS
God turns curses into blessings with His sovereignty
Letting us stay in His will of heavenly prosperity
As we love Him midst faith along our heart’s sincerity
By His compassion of fatherly authority.
God turns curses into blessings with His favour
Letting us focus on His glorious fervour
As we follow Him midst faith along offerings’ sweet savour
By His Word in our rejoicing toward praises’ flavour.
God turns curses into blessings with His strengthening
Letting us abide in His standards for attitude-refining
As we fear Him reverentially by faith for His divine examining
By His enablement toward character-straightening.
God turns curses into blessings with His mercy
Letting us cleave to His grace of majestic excellency
As we cling to Him midst faith along service-persistency
By His guidance upon His wisdom-consistency.
God turns curses into blessings with His holiness
Letting us strive for His sanctification’s cleanliness
As we confess to Him our sins midst faith for His forgiveness
By His purification toward our testimony’s righteousness.
God turns curses into blessings with His empowerment
Letting us submit to His command for kingdom advancement
As we obey Him midst faith along our spiritual enrichment
By His mandate of great commission-fulfillment.
God turns curses into blessings with His approval
Letting us exalt His name against worldly upheaval
As we praise Him midst faith along our revival
By His leadership while waiting for His revival.
May 28, 2025