Author Archives: montecyril

It is in the prison where one finds the prism  of inspirational purpose. There is much  loneliness in grief, but solitude in its wisdom  And you can soften the subterfuge of evil  with resolution. So, hold back tears of failure  and not feel ripped apart by the liquid of sorrow  within. For, the fight isContinue reading “Man’s subterfuge: A poem “

The lost pages of the past outlast  all scores of the present like a vast  universe that is both slow and fast  where love is silent, but is the ship’s mast   And I can steal from childhood like Mum’s meal  And Dad loved you profoundly like a precious deal  Your intelligence and instinct were inContinue reading “To Puppy, with love: A poem “