Madathil Rajendran Nair

Gold Star - 26,732 Points (3rd December 1946 / Bombay, India)

King Kong - Poem by Madathil Rajendran Nair

I am King Kong
The primal angst
Where is my Ann?
Place her on my palm
Ye pigmy brutes
That try to vanquish
A lover with your skirmishes
Planes, ammunitions, guns
On the heights of insanity
This high-rise Empire State edifice

Look at the wrinkles on my face
The fire in my eyes
Shudder ye little brutes
Who have lighted
A perineal fire
Down on my spine
Down in my being
I want my Ann
Where is she?
Place her on my palm

So I look at her beautiful face
And then at the golden sunset
With an inner ache
Joy concentrate
Glands ablaze
In primordial bliss

Oh, why have you shown
This garden of Eden?
Having eaten the forbidden fruit
I can’t now leave
Unless death puts me to sleep

Sweet is this pain
Sweet is the glow
That enrapture my being
Give me my Ann
With her on my palm
Let me go down
The primal lover
On the altar of his love
Shot into smithereens
By insipid fools

Beautiful is the sunset
Me the brute has it said
Beauty and the beast
Are never apart
A lover here groans
Before he withers
Shot into bits
By brutish might

Topic(s) of this poem: love


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Inspired by 'King Kong' – the 1933 film which has since been remade twice.

Comments about King Kong by Madathil Rajendran Nair

  • Bri Edwards (9/29/2016 11:20:00 PM)

    i also have a poem about Kong on PH. :) so Roop was wrong in her comment, below. :)
    i think i saw the original movie, with biplanes buzzing the beast.

    angst? heard of angst, but had to look it up:
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    angst
    äNG(k) st/
    noun
    noun: angst

    a feeling of deep anxiety or dread, typically an unfocused one about the human condition or the state of the world in general.
    adolescent angst
    synonyms: anxiety, fear, apprehension, worry, foreboding, trepidation, malaise, disquiet, disquietude, unease, uneasiness
    business leaders expressed their angst over war and recession
    informal
    a feeling of persistent worry about something trivial.
    my hair causes me angst
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    i'm still reading the poem. i don't think I'D get between KK and Ann! ! !
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    if i were a woman i might start crying after reading these lines, so sweet! :

    Give me my Ann
    With her on my palm
    Let me go down
    The primal lover
    On the altar of his love

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    i just took a better look at Ann. she looks rather composed for the situation she is in, above. do you think she had reciprocal feelings for the King? ? [no, NOT the rock 'n roll king, Elvis Presley, silly! ]
    brutish might is true i guess, but insipid fools? would YOU let KK prowl YOUR neighborhood, probably fouling the streets with four foot long black hairs...........and worse? ?

    bri :)

    another to MyPoemList.
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    Madathil Rajendran Nair Madathil Rajendran Nair (9/29/2016 11:32:00 PM)

    Thank you again so much for the time you are spending on my poetry. Appreciate it very much.

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  • Bakuli Bhakali (11/9/2015 7:50:00 AM)


    well expressed... well depicted...
    thanks for sharing....!
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  • Jaishree Nair (11/8/2015 10:23:00 AM)


    Nice personified lines and s unique concept.wonderful choice of words. A good drop. Thanks again. (Report) Reply

  • Abdulrazak Aralimatti (11/5/2015 12:06:00 PM)


    Verily, a lovely depiction of the film and a fine
    expression in the first person
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  • Valsa George (11/3/2015 6:56:00 AM)


    You have written a great poem imbibing the brutish might of King Kong and his irrepressible passion for Ann! The fire and fury of this movie monster and his love for the beautiful human female has made the movie a block buster! The poem is full of power like that of King Kong! A10 (Report) Reply

  • Seema Jayaraman (11/3/2015 6:02:00 AM)


    Unique is the choice of topic , a poem on King Kong, still love watching when it comes on TV, an eloquent write up on the love hidden in a primate the size of empire state bldg., for his human angel ann. Beauty and Beast never far apart... thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Roop Rekha Bhaskar (11/2/2015 12:53:00 AM)


    I loved the movie. A Topic like this one could only get into your head. I liked it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 31, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, November 2, 2015


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