Poetry Blogs (curse)
The allotments will never be the same.
Fred was digging a new bed when he
Uprooting silver collars, bracelets, armlets
Finger rings too along with
Amber beads not unlike flax seeds.
Mutterings of treasure trove sprout darkly
In the other sheds where his
Neighbours want their share but
Greenhouses grow security guards now while
Worst of all
Parsnips and pe...
Wednesday 13th May 2020 12:18 pm
(This is my real curse)
Insomnia a horrid curse
can't sleep can't converse
everyone in the house well away
got to be up early as well today
insomnia had it all my life
it sucks, I am tired that's life
wish I could close and drift away
awake all night till the break of day
hubby snores so loudly each night
to try and nod I fight and figh...
Thursday 23rd January 2020 2:08 am
Is it a Curse .. or God's Grace
To live alone heart and place
Suffering what I always face
Hopeless to be myself again
Are these changes good for me
To be lonely always or not to be
To live away of what I see
I lost my hope and brain
Sadly to wake up and sleep
Painful to feel yourself cheap
Living alone hurts in deep
I wish to know why, but in va...
Wednesday 13th March 2019 8:00 am
Let me return to past, let me recall tonight
With me cries, each corner and wall tonight
What let flowers to slit throat in my garden
Who has invoked the curse to fall tonight
My screams have awoken people from sleep
Separation to be mourned in rainfall tonight?
He might be Abbas-e-Ali collecting tears
Mourners have sighted him tall tonight
Mirza, your phone is ringing since evenin...
Sunday 18th February 2018 4:26 pm
Cursed Be He That Moves My Bones
“Good friend for Jesus sake forbeare,
To dig the dust enclosed here.
Blessed be the man that spares these stones,
And cursed be he that moves my bones.”
How often did I studiously fail
to untangle your brier patch of words.
Encouraged by my teachers to prevail
in setting free the frustrated songbirds,
so that their melody could swell the heart...
Friday 22nd April 2016 3:51 pm
a curse - for the mildly irritating
For those who’ve meddled, ired or slighted,
For those who’ve peeved or pinched or blighted
Or fibbed or fooled or faked - or worse
Upon them ever be this curse:
May your earnest endeavours all end in farce.
May your nostrils migrate to just south of your a**e.
May all your teabags get stuck in the spout.
May your luck and your toilet roll always ru...
Thursday 23rd July 2009 10:40 am