Author Archives: montecyril

Do you imagine you had all the champagne  before the thieved (by you) bottle was uncorked?  I wouldn’t even sip any of your chardonnay  to command you that all your members of EU should disperse away!  And do you think you are the champ of Champs Elysee?  Your Rafale wouldn’t even please Raphael on Mercury!  You have a lot of takers among the crustaceans!  And Allah seemsContinue reading “Do you think you are the champion of Champs Elysee?: A poem “

Do you think I am Nemo washed out in your ocean?  I could command an atrophy in your swirling waters  You are only deluded by your powers to deceive  I didn’t chrestomath from the armies of wicked Nautilus  I shudder in repulsion, but I still walk along the banks  with the knowledge every Pangea split wide open  has a distinct memoryContinue reading “Did your rapine take my intrepidity?: A poem “

Should I feel apathetic to sunrise or sunset  like I knew a pretension from an adversary  before it struck me like a dagger; I don’t  see any victory in falling to pitfalls, but I  have risen from every grave! You think,  I didn’t know myself like you all do  waiting for a messiah, who is your defrauded  hope, knowledge and wisdom. That subsequent light   of the Church, who changed his name,Continue reading “Be gone! I should damn the treachery for eternity!: A poem “

Would I give you all the stars on the tunic   of my azure blue skies; as if they all were    universally and divinely part of a six-pointed denomination  in your history; I didn’t claim to be the David  that slayed Goliath, but I was every bit of the divination  that worked against so many of your enemies  IContinue reading “To a little patch of land on the East Mediterranean: A poem “

Is my love like an open trellis  looking up to the sky of eternity?  Where does the torch of the Goddess run?  From Olympus to which golden sun?   And if every life was a marathon  would I accomplish it till it was done?  That belief sustains love beyond the run  that I must have begun what I was to become   evenContinue reading “I’m sure this love (between you and me) is just: A poem “

If I could write a poem as ancient  as the energy before the first stars  I would know it as a point where  everything belonged without being  formed into solid state, but  incarnations of a density of light  And would you think, I am possessed,  at this juncture, by sheer carnal poetry  of mangled lines, malevolent adjectives,   nouns that speak ofContinue reading “If I could write a very ancient poem…:A poem “

Did the first star of the sky feel the immense pain  like a womb and child being broken. Like the innocence  of Dagobert being murdered in a forest of corruption.  I had to abandon many lands to the villainy of men, since  Mother, do you see that it has been a slow tortuous journey  As if I kept waitingContinue reading “O Mother, how have you known me before each womb?: A poem “