Author Archives: montecyril

So advanced was Mars  They had flying cars  O yes! I once lived there  On it, life wasn’t rare  It knew too well the sun  But how Virgo was undone  And Aries flopped in turn  When the deep sea had it overrun!  O this broken limp planet  that the evil fish simply didn’t want toContinue reading “I remember my lives on Mars: A poem “

I’m not just bipolar  This should be a much polarised world  We aren’t brethren with aliens  The UN is ugly and dysfunctional  Multilateralism is the essence of our diversity  We are goblins, gnomes, imps, pixies and elves,  strung in twelve dimensions. There are four directions,  five elements. Not just heart and guts,   Two sidesContinue reading “I’m not just bipolar: A poem “

Richard Marles, take a one-way ticket to the moon!  Don’t be over smart, I’ll shut you up soon!  I blitzkrieg your Defense like a rickety fence  And Auntyny Albanese is not worth a single pence!  Don’t think you can curfew me from destiny’s due!  Your complicity with Prakash Saint Paul, I’ll make you rue!  ThereContinue reading “There’s watery treachery against me in Labor’s ranks: A poem “

I realise, the merchandise of your deceit is under much duress  I know that you are not Delilah, but my beloved Sarah  I have lived, at evil’s hands, countless deaths  But I know, for certain, where lies my debt  There are angels with messages in the skies  They tell me true love can never beContinue reading “My Masada (MAria, SAlvador, DArling Jashmina) never falls: A poem “

There was a world I picked up  fragments of an ancient scroll  All those moments fell like raindrops  I just thought this infallible memory  gets larger like a rolling snowball  These are invisible, yet sensational endearments  to my Joseph, Dad, my eternal  son and father. Salvador,  is also saviour. Collaterally, runs in blood,  in genes,Continue reading “Salvador, Joseph, Dad and son: A poem “

You and me,  fly ahead in the wind  And yet, we look at what’s left behind  in the diamonds  Our glory, that the stars rewind.  And my mind always finds the divine  like an ever-inebriating wine  And I am a lion  swinging on the universe’s vine,  ionized by the energy of the sign  that youContinue reading “You and me in the wind: A poem “

Fuck the moon with its own silver spoon!  Its fat cat doesn’t fit a magic mat  And the clawy crab wants a head start  The crone is a drone, very much a fart  Fuck the moon, we have no room  The fish wants to eat more than just quiche  Will it share, with Prakash SaintContinue reading “Fuck the moon with its own silver spoon!: A poem “