A sense of forboding & the curses it inspires!

A sense of forboding & the curses it inspires!

A Poem by humbleServant

Whenever I have a vague sense of forboding and don't know why or maybe have only a few clues why I recite this curse to the powers that be in the universe. . .more in othern notes at bottom!

A  Curse my enemy is upon your head
with every move you make
 word or deed against me it is fed
with this curse increasing like levened bread
you'd be better off dead.
No matter what, against me, you claim
you'll bring eventually on yourself, the shame!
Through the mud you'll drag your own name!
Your every attempt, on me, to defame
will fan the flames
that stretches fuller the membranes
of my wealth bubble
while deflating your lungs 
of all their hot, fetid air!!!

© 2017 humbleServant

Author's Note

I leave it to the powers that be to identify my enemies based on this criteria:
you are my enemy if you have decided you are,
by harboring ill will toward me and/or seeking to apply or implement that ill will to my life to my detriment!!!
since I do not ever originate ill will toward others . . .
even if I don't particularly like you I don't try to make trouble for you,
I am not anyones enemy.
So, in my view, those who send ill will my way,
deserve to also be the recipients back of their own ill will,
the universe making it backfire on them!!!

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Added on April 5, 2017
Last Updated on April 5, 2017



I've been writing poetry since I was 15! 110% Lesbian. Episcopalian, Buddhist, Taoist, Witch. . . a little of this, a little of that. Yes, . . . I am a very sweet, bad girl! more..