Author Archives: montecyril

You and me We are the lemon tree! And they thought they could add water, to make you the devil’s daughter! I just think I oughtta gotcha Or else I’ll play botcher You know `mon’ as in my Not the moon that seems nigh The orthography of history is thrust in utter mystery And theyContinue reading “The perjurers actually have the gall to accuse others of felony!: A poem”

Did the skies fall back in the years of my life like a withdrawing army, that the truths I held in childhood became greyer with age? I thought I needed a hand in the weaning of wisdom, like a slow grail that I sipped from; its cornucopia not apparent; was it, then, ably dependable, likeContinue reading “The reassurance I need!: A poem”

O Geoffrey du Charrnay! Do you perceive me as your Jacques du Molay? We even had a relationship that was considered gay But it was pure friendship love, if I may say! It was no parody; but a rhapsody! The fools of truth do die, but in wisdom; I remember thee! Often two men ridingContinue reading “O Geoffrey du Charnay, do you remember me?”

You know, I remember my elder brother, He was handsome as he was muscular strong! Only he died at the rather tender age of forty-nine But when he lived everyone seemed to admire him And me, I was sidestepped and snubbed by all for my righteousness! My elder brother was a real gifted party manContinue reading “A prayer and poem to my elder brother!: A poem”

I am tapping on an imaginary jar of spices Would I have that for a kind of non-amenable Pisces? If the white-knees filled me with bite-pleas! Or am I just wagering against a quixotic swarm of fleas? How would a sun be maimed O wise Solomon (!), if it was revisited in the Pacific likeContinue reading “Do you all think I know not if I am being draped, raped or mad-caped?: A poem”

Does power over others rummage like a huge machine harvesting the crops toiled by innocents and killing the flowers in between! Do flowers bleed from their preclusion from fortune and the rapine of their preciousness? A dream takes me like a spasm in the night, when the proposition (made to me) becomes a realisation ofContinue reading “The ostentatious call for rules-based order!: A poem”