I am a poisoned tree,
and you are my apple.
I made promises to you
that I may never be able to keep.
But above all else,
I pray you never grow
into someone like me.
May the poison end with my roots,
and never find its way into yours.
I’ve had my fair share of mistakes,
but most of all, I hope you turn out great.
From palm trees to gardens,
I’ll spend my life tending your light,
so you’ll always know how to bloom.
I’ll fight my biggest battles
just so they may die with me.
I want your life to be free of pain.
You’re my biggest blessing upon this earth.
If this curse must claim a soul,
let it claim mine—
so that when you take root,
only love will grow.
Meet Midnight the sorcerer's cat
Magical brews and potions are his specialty
Finetuning his spells and curses
The King of Moab was named Balak
Truth be told, he was cruel, diabolic
Afraid of the Israelites, he hired the sorcerer Balaam
a ‘prophet-for-hire,’ he’d curse the Jews with nary a qualm
Yet whenever Balaam tried to curse the Jews
praises issued forth from his mouth, quite a few
Balak had figured the Jews’ leader, Moses, fights with words of the Lord
So he'd hire the prophet Balaam; the Lord also infuses his vocal cords…
But poor Balak made one enormous mistake
Moses stuttered badly – ‘twas Aaron’s words made the earth quake
Moses’ hidden weapon was his heart, united with God, whom he loved
unlike mercenary Balaam ~ for a heart he was devoid of
Good works, like a father to his children, you had performed.
Their life, like honeybees preparing their comb, you had formed.
Days and nights, in their struggles, you had participated.
Yet, their blind faith and belief in false gods you had hated.
To Bethsaida, you said that it should repent from its ways.
Would plants and shrubs that hide under trees feel the spring sun's rays?
They had bogged down in whirls of sins and never repented.
Trespasses in them, like fine poison in hemlock, fermented.
Indifference, like stale sewage, brewed in Capernaum.
In senseless pleasures, they had lost their equilibrium.
They fled from your friendship as though phasmophobia.
In musings of mundane mammon, they found euphoria.
Lack of faith and panic to change had taken their deep roots.
You shook their shoots and roots to make them bring forth righteous fruits.
Strawberry jelly
Nailing jelly to a fence
See bright colour shines
Its impossible
Red liquid, has stained the fence
The nail is alone
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!'
One can’t break the deserved curses.
While one knows their exact causes,
You manage them like HIV,
Sometimes watching Pleasing TV,
Good French or Spanish Wine to quaff
And yourself observe as you laugh,
While its Anti-Retroviral
For the meaningful survival
Is goddamned determined hard work:
Then, five hours for a dollar,
Now, ‘fifty’ for the same color;
Hence, God had to just stop Balaam,
Willing to send him to bedlam…
Israel‘s God-Supported Trespass
Would have in Courts shattered like Glass!
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.
The toilet cleaner
A tough stains remover
A germs killer
An odour refreshener
A smart cleaner
Even the dirtiest place
Will shine again
But never for the curses from our mouths
But never for the devils in our hearts
But never for the guilty stains in our histories
And so urgently to be found
The super cleaner
And so urgently wanted
The super cleaner
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
Who am I but another fool of scorn?
With what armor did the fates provide me?
A pawn am I to the house I was born.
Double the sight helps not blind eyes to see.
Believed not I the tradegy that was foretold.
My father's and mother's blood went cold.
My sister and brother would never grow old.
Between dreams and destiny my heart is further torn.
I weep for that which I carry that is unborn.
I dare not pray to release me from that I'm sworn.
Yet I fail and ask the devil his fee.
He said "Give me a pound of flesh for an ounce of gold."
Piece by piece my body is sold.
I'll be whole again is the lie I'm told.
I share my fate not as a story to warn.
Enough lessons come from travesty.
Judge one not on how they mourn.
Nothing in life comes with a guarantee.
Witches are not allowed on Poetrysoup because "curse" words are forbidden.
John G. Lawless
5/12/2020
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
Pretty Purses Can Be Curses
Appears that pretty purses,
In many ways can be curses;
Message sent;
To be meant,
On all of the naughty nurses.
Jim Horn
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