Author Archives: montecyril

I don’t melt like wax, God, please relax!  I never ever get stopped in my tracks  I am clay, but clay that doesn’t shatter  This is in reassurance to my dear potter  I cling to the ledges; don’t snap like wedges  I laugh heartily when I’m on testing edges   My strength, at any length, hasContinue reading “Me, the steam engine: A poem “

I am brown. But see! I’m gold! Behold!  I am like the forest that never goes cold  Rejection doesn’t grow on my bones like mold  Wisdom takes me by the hand in a borrowed land  I am brown like rare earth, not dirt; my breath  doesn’t go heavy when prejudice meets my step  I burnContinue reading “Brown is around in every town: A poem “

I have buried the coffins of despair  Hope is in the air  even in the curls of my hair  There is no failure for dignity  The beauty of purity  is in the vicinity  The sounds of guns are not dead  but the lead  no longer falls in our beds  We have a choir of angels Continue reading “You knock on my door: A poem “

I remember the day Mum passed,  and I felt blocked out, like a stone  across a cave’s entrance. I felt  I was thrust in the orphanage of the world,  even though I was in my late fifties  Fate was thrifty with me, and was hefty.  My guilt was shifty. I thought I didn’t do  enough.Continue reading “Mum, the gifts were not given in return: A poem “

I have three words to say  when I’m wedged on a ledge  They are: Don’t get down!  I can say I wouldn’t ride  a moral high-horse, If I  wasn’t so much a victim of a lie  But I’m no heavier than tin  I am afloat and thin  I know this civilisation  is flowing downstream  AndContinue reading “Is this earth?: A poem “

I can drink from wisdom’s third glass  and still drive steady in rusty, old cars  through torrential hale, in the wee hours  and all the breathyliser tests I seem to pass  And you can take me for a colossal fool,  I am no accidental pianist sitting on a stool  I can tell you that allContinue reading “I drink from wisdom’s third glass: A poem “

In the kitchen, pottering around the electric stove  I feel I’m chopping in too many difficult strokes  The anxiety is unbreached by the non-deft cuts in a line  as I wrestle with an unwelcome present; for buying time  The onion peels are like stars falling out of my life  If only I could divine, divineContinue reading “Dad, I’ll always be truly yours: A poem “

I know how destiny flies  It is no cast of dice  Eventualities are paradise  as ages climb the horizon’s rise  And yet, we who no comfort asked  from the leaden days that rasped  For resilient souls outlast  the deception in Man’s masks  The past is a pyke  It is a spear, in the present, rife Continue reading “How destiny flies: A poem “

Those were the blossoms of our youth –  the intricacies of intimacy, and  the touch of fraternal love they bring  I then thought we were wise, as wise  as the skies; but now I know  we are only arms-length wide  Time blows away friendship onto  different paths. This is how   roads depart. Only tributariesContinue reading “To an old best friend: A poem “