Author Archives: montecyril

I am radioed to thoughts  wavelengths of sorts  They become me  Their figments I alone can see  I dissect them in my mind  and their entrails I find  are encrusted with diamonds and pearls  And within their worlds, I swing and swirl  While my mind is motion, my lips are sealed  like a barrow, aContinue reading “Brave silence: A poem “

I can walk in the rain  and distill the pain  I can face the fierce breeze  and get a fresh lease  I can think of spring  as if it were the only thing  I can feel your presence  in a lonely sentence  I can wait for decades  and think like a moment, it fades  IContinue reading “I can walk with life: A poem “

Let that devil Dutton come to power. I’ll teach him how to get Australia back on track. And if that fishy creep Albanese comes to power, I’ll teach him the same.

I want justice for my Dad! I’m not going to settle with these Albaneses or Duttons. I’ll make the whole world suffer. I’m getting very very angry! I’ve been had!

I can feel the rain with pain  And can’t help going insane  It pelts my uninsulated bones  and cuts through, bleeding my pores  I see a rock-solid tree taken down  and reduced to an eye-sore mound  And sense my despairing boots  sink underground like its roots  We can talk of art and poetry  of loveContinue reading “Does anyone care for justice, dear Dad?: A poem”

I can feel it, this unearthly inebriating view  like spring leaves drenched in dawn’s dew  And in this magical torrential profound shower,  the window of gaze opens to paradise’s flower  These benevolent circles among vision’s trees  like a cheering resurrection floating in the breeze  And I know, that it goes beyond the highest skies  The illuminationContinue reading “I can feel it, with thanksgiving: A poem “

I had blueberries for breakfast  And swore it would be my day’s last  Decided not to have dinner  In harmless resolutions, there are no sinners  But, of course, sacrifice is exceptional  A mother watching her children play ball  The backburner is on the kitchen table  I know, like her, I’m capable  The glory may beContinue reading “Headwind: A poem “

It could be said time was dead  when God’s judgement came to head  Life is fragile like a whisker  that can be snipped with a scissor’s censure  Light speaks volumes when it’s dark  The count of corpses and the mark  of a raven’s beak, a dove’s bloodied claw  And all the wounds of humanity, thatContinue reading “Noah and his Ark: A poem “

You can congratulate celebration of crime  and never wonder that these caricatures  of the past have exchanged notoriety with noteworthy  And we can also owe it to obeisance to a crown  that is not judged for plunder and inhumaneness  but gets the credit for mastery, albeit, illegitimate  Old ghosts still live among us in wolvesContinue reading “Australia Day: A poem “