Written for the contest:
FINISH IN TEN
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Date: 28th June 2026
Mirror, Mirror, I beseech you!
Have you nothing good to say?
You've called me out on every flaw,
You've told me I am feeble.
I know we all need to be humble
But your curses are unreasonable.
Tell me something good and true,
The best ways to advance...
I refuse to be the failure you see
Before I've even had a chance!
Bill Marable 10/25/2020
when given to fits of anger
when heated words are spirsed about
James said “Praising and cursing
come out of the same mouth”
You are cursing by some tribalists
And blessing by God daily.
You are pointing fingers by some haters
And God is pointing his eyes at you mostly.
You were blackmailing by some folks
And they started to call you" problem."
Lord shined you in front of them
And made you one of their top leaders.
Keep saying thank you for the favour
Of God which is inexplicable in your
Daily Life...Remember that some people
Wish to be like you but they already lost hope.
June 2nd 2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
The wind blows cold and hard
Blowing dust and leaves in your face
With the scent of rain to come
Cold and wet and touch of ice
Looking up and raising your fist
Cursing the clouds and sky so dark
Lighting flashes and thunder booms
Rain begins fast and cold
Wind blow the rain every where
In eyes and ears and down your neck
Wild with anger you shout again
Cursing storm and cold of night
Looking up and shaking fist
Your foot slips and down you fall
Lighting flashes and thunder roars
Cold wind still blows
Cold rain still falls
The enormous distance of your love
diminishes the closer I get to you
but my love grows
word knowledge is meaningless
when knowledge of wordless thoughts
come and go with every breath I take
you are all seasons to me
you may curse the cold of winter with my absence
but a fervent spring smiles in you
love exists everywhere
even in hearts that don’t thaw,
love is there
I know we are not close in body now
but in spirit we are one
and inseparable
My growing love
will arrive soon
to rekindle your fervent spring.
Cursing Cathartic
I blooming swear too much these days
It really is disgraceful.
Went from one not to boo a goose
To using words distasteful.
It happened by design you see
Set emotions free from me.
From where they had long lain -
Damaging and wasteful.
Don’t get me wrong it was
Effective in the expressive.
Speed it became habit alas
Just a little too impressive.
Cleansed now of historical debris -
Free at last to be me here now.
Contentment has no such hold over me
It is time for cursing to take a bow.
Are You Still Cursing Sweet Red Sunsets
Are you still lurking, in sad corners of many minds
taunting them with your charms;
wrapping their lonely hearts into deep dark binds
while desperately laughing at deserted farms?
Are you still cursing sweet red sunsets
with salty voice and fast fleeing jabs;
shouting into blowing winds filled with jets
and still practicing with sharp dagger stabs?
Do you still chase fantastic shadow dancers
across those wide and deadly dark fields,
summoning up friendly demon prancers
clashing in battle with swords and bloody shields?
Yes! Your evil life has been all misery and sad woes
worn shoes with no heels and cut out toes!
Robert J. Lindley, 1-13-2016
Note --Re-worked a very old sunset poem today.
With hindsight I asked different questions of that past ghost.
Answers were echoed back in laughs, sneers and wicked little snickers.
Whispers in a cursing wind
Anger in stormy skies
Rain falling like mournful tears
Fear in the heart
Panic and torment
in the mind.
Peter Dome.Copyright.2012.
Standing portrait of impassible,
Another added pace of traditional is but a conflicting mystery.
Heart teary dwell,
Soul overwhelm journeyed.
Walking millions,
Opposite inline,
Destine in image ants,
Commanded,
Harmony stream of what laid forth in vision quest thinking,
Same is the mastering thought,
Told this is it,
Nothing more,
Daring not to question.
Staying breathless,
Musing,
Why the cease,
Dreams renewed,
Speaking,
Desiring it's own identity unique,
Broking the rules,
Going against the flow of every other daily.
Strolling passed with lonely steps,
Millions watch cursing looks.
Numerous-
Inner thoughts,
Discharged eyewash hidden in the soul,
"If only I can venture strength in such hope."
"How I hate the distance I travel now."
Banjoes picked through Kentucky blue
grass twenty-two inches long
awaiting a gurgle of life
blood, and you appeared at sunset.
Eighty-two years from a body
lasting is my love for you every
day broke on the day I became
life tears me up after your
death brings me here shattered
breath I succor from fettered
souls who watch me watch
you had a birthday today.
I grieve and curse your card
Grandpa.
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