The Anti-Beatitudes

Curséd are the nice, the ones who

don’t get in your way, who

open doors and don’t expect a

thankyou.

 

Curséd are the small of voice, the ones who

don’t dart up their hands, or butt in, who

see a space but don’t see themselves

inside it.

 

Curséd are the generous, those who

don’t take credit but give it and get

nothing in return but

forgetfulness.

 

Curséd are the myrmidons, the

hard workers, the al-desko set:

someone else enjoyed their

lunchtime.

 

Curséd are those with talent but no balls

watching those with balls but

no talent rise effortlessly

above them.

 

Curséd are those whose work gets farther away

as the roads get rammed earlier and

later until jam going meets jam

coming back.

 

Curséd are the worriers who

churn in their hearts’ syrupy valves

the clogging cares

of others.

 

Curséd are the Mothers and Fathers,

each feeling the other neglectful while

neither has anything like

a life.

 

Curséd are the children who wait at the gate

for a late parent whose tears, heard

through the wall, will eviscerate

their youth.

 

And above all curséd are the people whose

goodness drips off your life like

beads of rain off an

impermeable.

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Comments

  • Leah  On November 25, 2010 at 3:17 pm

    I think everyone will relate to this one way or another.
    What an incredible poem. I liked it very much.
    L xx

  • Edith  On November 27, 2010 at 1:39 pm

    And I . . . and this one made me smile . . . and giggle . . . and not worry !!!
    Best wishes – Edith

  • jacqueline dick  On May 9, 2011 at 3:06 pm

    Oh, how I loved this poem…a tribute or dedication, if u will, to the forgotten souls…and we all know a few..and perhaps some of us feel there is a little of that within all of us, ergo we strive to achieve…to not be forgotten…to cherish and nurture the “balls” that will bring us so called success. Wonderful, touching, tough, thought provoking. Bravo!

  • Charles Norton  On May 9, 2011 at 3:32 pm

    Interesting. I wonder what the inspiration was. I can read it here, but what led you to sit down and say, ” I am writing this now”. Event? Thoughts?

  • bulltlr1  On September 28, 2011 at 5:09 pm

    very nice

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