PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2023 6:42pm
3rd Oct 2023 6:42pm
Syl (with original Patois quotations)
Chapter 1
Family and Friends
A short slim man built a shanty in a squatter settlement near the fishing village in Greenwich Farm. He lived there with his girlfriend and his two little daughters. His name was Sylvester, and everybody called him Syl for short. He also had an illegitimate son who lived with his mother in the country. Syl was a street vendor. He had an old wooden stall on a sidewalk downtown, and he sold a variety of items.
Fishing was Syl’s main hobby. He had two close friend Ronny and Arnold who used to go fishing with him. Ronny and...
Family and Friends
A short slim man built a shanty in a squatter settlement near the fishing village in Greenwich Farm. He lived there with his girlfriend and his two little daughters. His name was Sylvester, and everybody called him Syl for short. He also had an illegitimate son who lived with his mother in the country. Syl was a street vendor. He had an old wooden stall on a sidewalk downtown, and he sold a variety of items.
Fishing was Syl’s main hobby. He had two close friend Ronny and Arnold who used to go fishing with him. Ronny and...
#women
#conflict
#sea
#fish
#curse
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PhantomPhace
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2023 8:55pm
22nd Sep 2023 8:55pm
fog
I walked into the fog of a spell
avoiding it was impossible
for I was born blind (blindness the sin –
see at any cost) like all,
a fog lain over the land where we dwell:
see it too late – it covers itself.
when all becomes fog, world becomes bathed in gray
we become accustomed to limited spectrums
within our conception
what breaks our perception?
given a cure – then it's taken away
or diverts the curse into new dimension:
symbols are abstracts; the ocean is mere introspection
look inward, into the fog – fog has settled there ...
avoiding it was impossible
for I was born blind (blindness the sin –
see at any cost) like all,
a fog lain over the land where we dwell:
see it too late – it covers itself.
when all becomes fog, world becomes bathed in gray
we become accustomed to limited spectrums
within our conception
what breaks our perception?
given a cure – then it's taken away
or diverts the curse into new dimension:
symbols are abstracts; the ocean is mere introspection
look inward, into the fog – fog has settled there ...
#Christian
#faith
#spiritual
#magic
#curse
230 reads
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ConsequentialChaos
Poem Published
16th Jul 2023 8:27pm
16th Jul 2023 8:27pm
A Loathsome Lullaby
In a village veiled by shadows deep
Lived a witch whose vengeance she vowed to keep
Condemned to hang, her spirit filled with ire
She whispered a curse as she faced the pyre
As the noose tightened, her eyes gleamed with malice
Promising rebirth and a sinister chalice
The villagers cheered, unaware of their plight
For the witch would return, engulfed in the night
Years passed, and the village slumbered unaware
The darkness stirring, of the witch's snare
She bided her time, bidding evil to thrive
Creeping through shadows, ready...
Lived a witch whose vengeance she vowed to keep
Condemned to hang, her spirit filled with ire
She whispered a curse as she faced the pyre
As the noose tightened, her eyes gleamed with malice
Promising rebirth and a sinister chalice
The villagers cheered, unaware of their plight
For the witch would return, engulfed in the night
Years passed, and the village slumbered unaware
The darkness stirring, of the witch's snare
She bided her time, bidding evil to thrive
Creeping through shadows, ready...
#dark
#death
#evil
#witches
#curse
384 reads
2 Comments
Chere-Rene13
Poem Published
8th Jun 2023 3:20am
8th Jun 2023 3:20am
Sticky Is The Web...Said The Spider To The Fly...The Stalker is I !!!
I've been waiting lifetimes my beautiful pet. My God given rights of ownership as the maker of perfect things...I Birthed you for my forever soulmate, forever to keep. I've make many horrid mistakes in the past. Got frustrated, then irritation racked over me. My dark side of mad wash & soaked me. candidates recited time...Time I can never have again. These unworthy harlots laughing at me as they spilled their thick, wicked, cunning book of lies. Insipid, rained like boredom in my head. I know no pleads of falsehoods in the most self-indulgent of ways. Their self-pity acts of cry...flip of...
#dark
#nightmares
#dystopian #curse
#dystopian #curse
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
28th May 2023 11:57pm
28th May 2023 11:57pm
The Schoolboys and the Rastafarian Men
Two schoolboys, Dan and Josh, attended the Independent City All Age School in St. Catherine. In the evenings, they used to walk through a cane field near the school when they were going home. Many tall coconut trees bordered the cane field. Dan and Josh would cut sugar cane and pick coconuts to eat. In addition to that, they would carry some sugar cane and coconuts home.
The boys had a big problem. They had to pass a construction site on the way home, and some men who worked there would beg them sugar cane and coconuts. If the boys refused to give the men what they asked...
The boys had a big problem. They had to pass a construction site on the way home, and some men who worked there would beg them sugar cane and coconuts. If the boys refused to give the men what they asked...
#men
#school
#water
#food
#curse
237 reads
2 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
29th Apr 2023 2:26pm
29th Apr 2023 2:26pm
The One-eyed Contractor
Mr. Livingston was an old contractor in the field of arc welding and metal fabrication. He had a welding shop on Alexander Road. His wife was older than he was. The one-eyed contractor was a dishonest person, and he used to drink a lot. Moreover, he did not have the ability to reason, and he was quick to start quarrels and fights. Consequently, he lost his left eye in a fistfight.
Paul otherwise known as Welda and Tall Man were welder-fitters who worked for Mr. Livingston. Paul called the boss Baldy because he was a bald-headed man. Tall Man had more skills than Paul did,...
Paul otherwise known as Welda and Tall Man were welder-fitters who worked for Mr. Livingston. Paul called the boss Baldy because he was a bald-headed man. Tall Man had more skills than Paul did,...
#men
#conflict
#money
#curse
#job
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
25th Apr 2023 11:13pm
25th Apr 2023 11:13pm
Miss Nelson
Miss Nelson was an old widow who resided alone in a small house by the sea in Port Henderson. She was a peaceful and quiet person. Moreover, she did not have many friends, and she kept to herself most of the times. Her next-door neighbour had a bar at the front of his yard, and at nights, the loud music and the noisy drunkards caused a disturbance. The noise affected Miss Nelson, but she did not say anything about it to the owner of the bar.
A particular old man who was a regular customer at the bar used to bother Miss Nelson. On weekends, he would go to her yard when he is...
A particular old man who was a regular customer at the bar used to bother Miss Nelson. On weekends, he would go to her yard when he is...
#home
#sea
#night
#music
#curse
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
25th Apr 2023 00:41am
25th Apr 2023 00:41am
Uncle Judge
Chapter 1
The Businesses
Part 1
A certified electrician lived with his common-law wife in a rural area. His name was Mr. Bernard, and the name of his common-law wife was Marie. A distant relative of Mr. Bernard gave him the pet name Uncle Judge. Marie was a fat woman, so everybody called her Fatty. She had a daughter named Swelen and two sons. Uncle Judge was not the father of her children. The youngest son lived with them, and the other two children lived with their grandmother Miss Chambers in St. Catherine.
Uncle Judge was an alcoholic, and...
The Businesses
Part 1
A certified electrician lived with his common-law wife in a rural area. His name was Mr. Bernard, and the name of his common-law wife was Marie. A distant relative of Mr. Bernard gave him the pet name Uncle Judge. Marie was a fat woman, so everybody called her Fatty. She had a daughter named Swelen and two sons. Uncle Judge was not the father of her children. The youngest son lived with them, and the other two children lived with their grandmother Miss Chambers in St. Catherine.
Uncle Judge was an alcoholic, and...
#children
#breakup
#alcohol
#curse
#job
168 reads
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joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
7th Feb 2023 12:17pm
7th Feb 2023 12:17pm
WHY WILL RUSSIA CONQUER THE WORLD ??
SOME SUPER POWER NATION (obviously Russia) WILL CONQUER THE WORLD !!
Its because CHRIST wants to become the SAVIOR OF THE WORLD !!
In order for Him to do that, some evil ruler has to first take over the world !!
And THAT is exactly what the Bible predicts:
"The BEAST will make war against the Christian nations" and "gain power over every nation"(Rev.13.7).
This means the Antichrist will take over THE WORLD !!
Christ wants an evil dictator to take over the world so that Christ
can then SAVE THE WORLD by defeating/destroying him(the Antichrist/"the...
Its because CHRIST wants to become the SAVIOR OF THE WORLD !!
In order for Him to do that, some evil ruler has to first take over the world !!
And THAT is exactly what the Bible predicts:
"The BEAST will make war against the Christian nations" and "gain power over every nation"(Rev.13.7).
This means the Antichrist will take over THE WORLD !!
Christ wants an evil dictator to take over the world so that Christ
can then SAVE THE WORLD by defeating/destroying him(the Antichrist/"the...
#religion
#morality
#sacrifice
#curse
#karma
231 reads
2 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
21st Dec 2022 4:07am
21st Dec 2022 4:07am
TRANSCENDENT OPEN HEART of RADIANT AWAKENED BEING (4-7-2011, 8:30am, Palm Springs, California)
soft white light
quietly fell
upon this still
facade
of my silent
unseen
blinded truth
long held
yet hid away
from myself
and all as well
upon within
the previously mute
now open
yielding surface
of this once
blank
clean white empty
page
i now unleash
these freely fallen
words upon
again
unveiled here now
in this brief
inner glimpses
neuro plastic passive
purge
just as they have
always done
since way back ...
quietly fell
upon this still
facade
of my silent
unseen
blinded truth
long held
yet hid away
from myself
and all as well
upon within
the previously mute
now open
yielding surface
of this once
blank
clean white empty
page
i now unleash
these freely fallen
words upon
again
unveiled here now
in this brief
inner glimpses
neuro plastic passive
purge
just as they have
always done
since way back ...
#fate
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
#curse
217 reads
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Sapphirewolf
Poem Published
9th Dec 2022 7:00am
9th Dec 2022 7:00am
No One Is Home
In these woods we dared to be
Though tales were told of tragedy
Of monsters hiding deep in woods
We shan't believe them no one should
Though we don't believe these tales
Could there be more beyond the trails?
Each tree we pass we trek deeper in woods
Down comes the rain and up go our hoods
With thunder and lightning our minds start to wander
Could there really be monsters way out yonder?
Now we're lost cant see our way back
We're frightened we may be under attack
Now running and leaping through trees and...
Though tales were told of tragedy
Of monsters hiding deep in woods
We shan't believe them no one should
Though we don't believe these tales
Could there be more beyond the trails?
Each tree we pass we trek deeper in woods
Down comes the rain and up go our hoods
With thunder and lightning our minds start to wander
Could there really be monsters way out yonder?
Now we're lost cant see our way back
We're frightened we may be under attack
Now running and leaping through trees and...
#fate
#luck
#nightmares #curse
#nightmares #curse
298 reads
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
6th Dec 2022 8:57pm
6th Dec 2022 8:57pm
The Sword of Mordred: Part IV
#dark
#death
#evil
#curse
#memories
220 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Poems About Curses
