Best Agonies Poems
O the agonies of love!
Such glorious storms of rapture and despair
How I palpitate at the power of loves splender
and swoon under the tenderness of loves touch
O what joy and sweet surrender…….
I am filled with ceaseless longing
Only for love to turn and rend my heart in two
and plunge me helplessly tumbling
into the very depths of despair!
But love rises from the smoldering embers
of my pain and rekindles once again love’s tender flame
I welcomed home the latest of the fan specifics
A 52X72 Chelsea FC fleece Blanket that my daughter just picked
I wanted to dump the Chelsea fleece, the crest sofa and the team poster
But prompted myself to see it as warm, lightweight, 100% polyester
My daughter’s Chelsea spirit was not dying
Our recent acquisitions- a Chelsea neon clock, a football cushion, a key ring
More reasons to be optimistic I had to think of when she brought a Chelsea rug
Few mum for their morning coffee got to choose from a Chelsea stadium mug, Chelsea latte
mug, Chelsea crest mug, Chelsea black and silver mug, Chelsea new stadium mug and a Didier
drogba mug
I am a grieving mother to more than one aficionado
My son is in love with the renaissance art, bingo!
Art poster prints, wall calendars and statues of the Renaissance men
Over my dead body will I get him a Visconti Art pen
A look at the Virgin of the rock, and I was struck by the depth and the emotion
I no longer despised my son’s fascinating renaissance collection
Distressed I became, the world seemed to come to an end
When my son wished to see the Sistine Chapel ceiling within the Vatican
‘There’s somewhere here to see you, everyone hurry down’
My brother was visiting, for quite a while he had been out of town
They came rushing down exclaiming ‘Ballack!’ ‘Oh no, it’s Michelangelo!’
My 9 year old squealed ‘It’s my letter from Hogwarts, I’m ready to go!’
Trapped inside a burning compartment
surrounded by my agonies
in search of an escape route,
claustrophobia grips,
will they strangle me?
time running out...
they're closer,
help me
out!
© kash poet
=================================
Placement:3rd;(June 2012)
Contest:Imagination
Sponsor:Nette Onclaud
By:kash poet
My master makes me to weep in class
the habitual error he makes causes me tears
with no pay I dig for him many gardens
never once has he harvested from my sweat
He is beaten and abused before me in class
and my back is often broken by the teacher
When he fails to tell me what to write
my head he bites and pulls out my intestines
I am simply a pen in hands of my master,
not his brain, not his parent, not his fingers
I do not know why I am taken to high classes
when the right place is below- down, down
If I had a voice, if I were strong enough
I would refuse to dig in his barren gardens
Be very glad that you live here
So many happiness are there
Which with all you can share
Pray as God lives everywhere
Whenever comes a deep scare
God makes it not a nightmare
Your agonies, He will ever bear
God and prayer form a pair
And work together being fair
They only created this Air
To remove for living a snare
God punishing is normally rare
He permeates the atmosphere
Compensating wear and tear
So to try your level best, dare
Hoping God will perfectly repair
Worry not for the fall of hair
Surely God will lovingly care
Must start living Madam or Sir
Time to pray, you must spare.
mv venkataraman