Best Agonised Poems
When dulled down shock painfully became
a pickaxe ache behind shimmering eyes,
the bludgeoning screen hammered memory cells
repeatedly, over and over.
Tears exploded, soft rain dampened flame,
the grumbling dust cloud debris disguised
broken hearts bursting in agonised swells
searching for life confirmation.
Crashed vultures, evil in senseless flight,
beating humanity for hours like a drum,
cramping the breath with holocaust claws,
gleefully gloating, gloating.
Yet humanity does not die in the night,
by the warped wicked ways of fanatical scum,
humanity fades not, nor crawls on all fours
the prey of abomination.
Could Hitler pulverise humanity dead,
could Stalin annihilate it's very soul,
could Hussein defile it's essence to dust,
could they, hell.
It arises from rubble and ashes instead,
steel resurrection, reassembled whole,
in the love and pride of people it must
elicit restoration.
Beneath the veil of despair-crippled night
a broken city seethed neon 'till morning,
mortal wounds blazed and shone in rebirth,
defiantly living, living.
And hope prevailed in each bulb burning bright,
in each filament, tube, each spark a new dawning
of all that Heaven allows on Earth,
a prayer-shot inspiration.
The carnage of angels bedazzled with pain,
yet the courage and conscience of saints empowered
a neon-lit love of brother for brother,
a blinding, blinding sight.
From sorrow and sacrilege raining again
humanity's wonder, upon them was showered
the love of the brave and the just for each other
that they become the light.
It's not the first time
her heart is breaking
She swallows tears as
her heart is aching
Who'll explain the ache
her heart is facing?
Every time she hopes
her heart is racing
For that one true love
her heart is waiting
When will he be found?
Her heart's debating
Through dark wrenching ache
her heart is wading
Will that love come soon?
Her heart's evading
Agonised, she cries
her heart is stinging
To harrowing hope
her heart is clinging
04.24.2021
Quatrain rhyme scheme: abcb
5 syllables per line
Just my mother tryin for
anothur moment of agonised , blisful but
nevurending hapiness, sharin with no one hur
uninterupting joy until my overly large but othurwise
average head appears and the docter says, "anothur
regular ordinary baby, happy new
year I'm sory, what did you say his name was"
08/13/2015
~Honeymoon Capers~
The big day arrived and we couldn’t wait
We were old fashioned and there was no horse after the gate
The wedding went off with nary a hitch
A few gate crashers but we didn’t b i t c h . *
The honeymoon night, boy what a thrill
The emotions it caused are with us both still
While showering in a hotel bathroom suite
My new husband dare ask if he could now peek.
Into the shower he joined me all of a quiver
The sparks were shooting hither and thither
I was covered in shampoo from washing my hair
I tried to squeeze past him the water to share.
No thought was there yet of making love in the shower
We were getting to know more of each other hour by hour
My new husband’s passion was obviously aroused
As I stuck me head under the shower to be doused.
It was then that I did slip and fall backwards with a yell
Taking the shower the curtains and my husbands passion as well
All I remember as my head hit the loo
Was an agonised yell from my husband brand new.
As my legs lifted high not for love it would seem
But I kicked him in the place where he kept his lovers dreams.
I woke up on the floor my head splitting in two
My husband at the side of me groaning by the loo
Water was pouring from the shower wall
Neither could move nor dare make a call
He said he knew that in marriage there could be some hard knocks
But it was taking the cake to get kicked in the rocks.
The toilet was cracked just like my head
The bathroom was flooded we had to stay in bed
Our honeymoon night our first night together
Is one we will remember for ever and ever.
* Censor won't let me use it so I split it
©~GG~ 30/08/2012
Heart Attack Self Help
A viral message of self help is making its round through whatsapp..
Reportedly written by a cardiologist Dr Siva, a senior doctor of the heart…
It implores each reader to spare a mere 2 minutes, to please read his message…
Doing so, you will be ready when heart attack strikes and you are alone, needing aid..
It is a fact we must all be fully aware, heart attacks do give an early warning…
If you feel nauseous and you feel faint, your internal alarm bells should start ringing…
When next strikes a severe pain at the heart, make no mistake , this is it…
The pain, it spreads up to your arm and onto your jaw, you are in dire straits..
Urgent is the need for more oxygen for your agonised heart, CPR quick, please....
Some of us may have knowledge how to apply aid and CPR to a heart attack victim…
What if, now you are the suffering victim, and the pain strikes, you can’t even scream..
Doctors say, time is of essence, delay is the greatest enemy for any heart attack victim..
Even if the hospital is mere minutes away, you desperately need immediate help right away..
Do as Dr Siva says, draw deep breaths and cough deeply, do them repeatedly and very vigorously…
Each breath be deep, each cough deep and prolonged, as if to expel sputum deep inside the chest..
Doing so, more oxygen is drawn into the lungs, the coughing squeezes the heart, blood circulates..
This simple self help, of deep and vigorously coughing when in the throes of a heart attack…
All these, they help squeeze your suffering heart into regaining its normal rhythm ….
In any heart attack situation, every millisecond counts, and until you get professional help..
If you are alone, then it is all down to you to stay alive a few seconds longer till expert help..
This simple self aid may yet save your life, and to many others who read this message…
So do spread and share this knowledge, for as one ages, it’s our lives at stake….
And here is the frightening fact, when heart attack happens, you're helpless...
You will, on the average, a mere 11 seconds before succumbing to unconsciousness..
So this little self help is not in jest, neither is it a fictional nor creative token...
Let's pray it will not happen to you or I, but by being thus informed, your 1st survival step is taken..
Mourn for me tonight, Weeping Ash.
Break my heart and all my hopes crash.
Let your gnarled knuckles crack and creak;
Let your contorted mouth still shriek
Silently. Twisted in agonised peace
And calm, you could my soul release.
May the inveigling light shudder
In the gloom and silent thunder.
Cradle my weight in your warm heart.
Seduction or eternal hurt?
I knew I should have just walked away;
The moment I laid eyes on you I should have...
I don’t know...blocked you out
I should have seen the blaring danger sign above your head,
Should have heard my heart’s agonised screams of longing –
And I should have realised you would be the death of me
But then I guess I’m a bit funny that way;
I always seem to walk straight toward death,
I seem to throw my arms around my own destruction –
And draw it deeper and deeper inside me,
The way I did to you...
Perhaps it’s just masochism, or perhaps I find death enchanting
Well, when death looks like you, who wouldn’t?
You are so beautiful it beggars belief;
It almost hurts my eyes to look at you –
Your radiance dazzles, and causes me to trip and fall
To fall so hard my heart cracks - and bruises like an overripe peach;
And meanwhile you never even stumble
You just breeze effortlessly into my life, into my body,
Into the aching chasm of my heart,
And there you leave your mark, carving it into the living flesh...
Proclaiming me your latest conquest, your latest homicide
Christ you’ve hurt me; Christ you’ve got me good
Clasped so tight in your Judas grip you fill me to the brim with love
And then with brusque indifference you slam the door in my face
And melt into the desert sands with not even a backward glance...
And as for me – like a dumb fool I sit and watch you go
Speechless with suffering, wracked with raping pain
I know there is nothing I can do to stop you
Know it’s my fault you’re gone – if only...
If only I were prettier, funnier, purer...
If only I had never let you in
If only I had listened to my intuition and wistfully walked away....
I could have saved myself from death on that very first black day
A Drop In The Ocean
Life had given me no parachute for what was and if it had then
silken sulk would have terminally fallen with ignition on impact
Grounded and rock bottom ‘zero zilch kaput’ for only lonely more
nothingness left but oncoming train lights in razor wire tunnels
No more tears to rip apart the residue in rock pools of dry tears
of desiccated love congealed darkness and broken drowning heart
Out of nowhere in one last ditch attempt one trench of last sorrow
oblivion squeezed one more drop from my torn twisted tear glands
It landed with your agonised droplet pressed from your deadening
pain and merged your void with my void as we could not avoid
the void any longer and we slipped on two tear drops merging our
journeys dried river bedding turned into moist dew of longing and passion
We landed and heavens above springs from below conjoined into one
and the heat of the moment melted our frozen Universe with the moon
pushing waters in pulling waters out crescendo climax fertile flooding
new land novel feelings delta of loving long lost mourned now reborn
Two magic teardrops slipped out of their way to slip into each other
just like us for eternity melted together at hip mind emotion and reason
Two drops fallen two soul mates one miracle landing
20th June
Contest: I slipped on a tear drop and landed
Sponsor Cindi Rockwell
When men of fame do meet discord,
They find a way to prove their point.
Then it is, they think of the art,
And call to play artists of doom.
The artists too, who know their art,
Would play the strings from their guitars,
Releasing pleasant sounds of doom
That leave men gasping for breaths of air.
Babies wail, toddlers weep;
Their mothers too have felt the sounds
Taking rise from the guitars of war,
And lay by them with gaping eyes.
Young boys leave, all on their heels,
And flee without their closest ones,
Fear oozing out of every pore
That yet has not been blocked by blood.
Sounds of horror fill the misty air:
Bombshells cracking open, ‘leasing doom,
Creaking sounds from shattered houses
Under attack by massive arson,
Rhythmic thuds of bodies to the ground
From mortal tones that vade the air,
The agonised screams of innocence,
Dwarfed only by the dreadful cannonade.
Screams of little girls, barely grown,
Receiving men they’ve never known,
Left alone in shattered raiment
To brood and lick their bleeding wounds.
Tender ones, better off dead,
Trudge along, barely standing,
With sunken cheeks and pointed ribs
Peeping from transparent chests.
They’d give their leaf-thick fleshy parts
Just to lay their hands on flour,
Before the next artistic blast takes them unawares.
What a sharp contrast they are
To all their mates that live with fame.
The day is dead, the show is off,
The artists then return to base
To meet females with smiling kids
That know not what their fathers do.
All is well, their lives are good,
As pay bags do weigh higher.
Victory is here, but for whom?
The hundreds that hushed the thousand?
Fellow men, what have you done?
Composed your master piece i guess!
Clicked did my camera on a Myena eagerly feeding its young one.
Fascinated, my heart pulsed warmly on this nature’s wonderful creation,
I turned back in muse but my smile was wiped with a sight so scary;
A young black girl struggled with a dagger stuck in bosom, dress torn apart.
Paralysed I stood gathering my wits, knowing not I was part of a time unknown.
She pointed to a small track voicing out some words incoherent and collapsed.
Disoriented I followed the track shown, some steps ahead I found
An infant lying in the bush, inert and naked; carefully cradle it, I did.
A moan I heard, loud and agonised, I tread back the path dumbfounded.
The girl’s hands flayed out desperately and her face softened in a smile.
I handed her the baby, she sat ignoring her stab to hold it to her bosom.
To a slap, I woke up finding myself on the grass, my camera at some distance.
I stood with caution and looked around in a maze, the trees stood alert.
I slept a deep sleep that night, dreamt of a happy black girl, baby in arms.
She said “Thank you” with eyes glowing and vanished in the heather.
A picture that came out from my camera looked quite weird,
By the two birds, there was a shadow, a column of smoke it seemed!
17/07/16
Contest. In another time
Sponsor: Ironik Zinc
There once lived a great
man,
That redeemed the hopes
of all human.
He gave up everything,
For us to have something.
He was rejected,
For us to be accepted.
He was stressed,
For us to be blessed.
He was laboured,
For us to be favoured.
He was neglected,
For us to be celebrated.
He was condemned,
For us to be redeemed.
His life was destroyed,
For our lives to be restored.
His heart was sheltered,
For ours to be gathered.
He was agonised,
For us to be recognised.
He was disrespected,
For us to be respected.
He went through misery,
For us to have a long
lasting victory.
In all reality,
He made us a celebrity.
He was punished,
For us to flourish.
He was abused,
For our enemies to be
confused.
He suffered for a while,
For us to be able to smile.
He was tortured,
For us to have a great
future.
He took away all atom of
sickness,
Bringing to us much joy
and happiness.
He sacrificed himself,
For us to be ourselves.
He died bearing the burden
of our inequity,
For the betterment of the
world of humanity.
I still see
our memory of the first time we met
your blue eyes full of glit
Like the blue eyes alit.
I still see
our memory of the first night we spent together
led lights blazing,
blazing like the summer sun.
I still see
our memory of our first picture
we lay on lawn gazing at the beautiful moonlight
Contagious smiles we wore
as contagious as the Varicella.
I still see
our memory of our first date
A coffee shop down the street
we sat at a far right corner
a soothing Sunday evening it was,
soothing like a lullaby.
I still vividly see
our memories of the time we cherished each other
But it is all I harbour now
Happy yet agonised memories.
Weeping Ash
Mourn for me tonight, Weeping Ash;
Break my heart and all my hopes crash.
Let your gnarled knuckles crack and creak;
Let your contorted mouth still shriek
Silently.
Come under my dark canopy
In the storm’s hidden harmony.
My dancing leaves eddy and swirl
As my elegant arms unfurl.
Now twisted in agonised peace
And calm, you could my soul release.
Let the inveigling lights shudder
In the gloom and muted thunder
Invitingly.
Come nest in that knotted branch,
Where all your hopes and despair dance.
The laughter of children resound,
Echoes lost in the coming cloud.
Mourn for me tonight, Weeping Ash;
Break my heart and all my hopes crash.
Leaves curl, twirl and wave gracefully,
Fascinating Sirens singing
Enticingly.
Come as the branches sway and dance
And with my sweet music entrance.
Forgetting the true path, we sail
And the wild wind-lashed leaves prevail.
Mourn for me tonight, Weeping Ash;
Break my heart and all my hopes crash.
Your bark could be my ship of death,
Sailing over hazards beneath
Protectively.
Come where the still air is cool.
My contorted branches whirlpool
The shadows and rocky darkness,
Where souls are saved from despondence.
Mourn for me tonight, Weeping Ash;
Break my heart and all my hopes crash.
Cradle my weight in your dark heart,
Rock me to sleep as I depart
Contentedly.
A strange kind of dark fruit I bear,
Ripening all who seek and dare.
A suspended apple, hardened
By winter winds and icy hail.
A sweet fruit saved or earthwards hurled,
Seduced or eternally hurt.
When she finally closed the curtain, even though transparent,
Sensations of dusky satin, gravitational pull bearing down,
Flattening disbelief, burgeoning spread of gleaming poison,
Sucked the wind from my lungs that I might drown.
The grim finality of something alive, vital signs all fine,
Suddenly pronounced deceased, slabbed and impotent;
No chance to say farewell, no graveside chat,
No: where do you want the flowers sent?
And knowing she had to do it, or herself stagnate,
Heading nowhere, treading water indefinitely,
Doesn't really help; knowing it was a mercy killing,
Doesn't ease the slaughtered heart, the agonised epitome.
Then in the car, tears came, and I pretended it was rain,
The reason why I could not see teemed unadulterated;
Now nothing will ever be the same, so once more I pretended
I was heading home to something, although nothing there awaited.
I saw her down the street
Her brown eyes arresting me
I stood startled; She hid behind
Her pig-tail was a giveaway
Her handprint on the wall;
a consolation of innocence
I walked to her;
She looked down
at her muddy feet,peeping toenails
My sneakers disrupting her sight
My ripped jeans mocked her
My silence agonised her
She saw me;
I looked down
My thoughts ran in utter chaos
Her eyes asked a question
Her ears heard no answer
Her purple knee caught me
The drying bruise worried me
The hurrying world broke the silence
A call to work dragged us from our reverie
The piled rock-hill hid her from my sight
and curious pairs of peering eyes
had me rush for cover
We were the same,yet
I was reduced to her rags
Her mute pull stunned my mind
My rebellious conscious put to rest
We stood aside
Life across two sides