Author Archives: montecyril

Solitaire as he cooks up his meal  He strips the onion of its peels  Eggplant does as fleshy veal  in a vegetarian’s deal  Life’s vacuousness sings with the exhaust  Talents are no mirth when vision is lost  For no one shares dreams that don’t last  Only the present fades into the past  Can patience beContinue reading “Solitaire: A poem “

They built their crosses on stone  where the light of temples once shone  The legacy of the saints  was coated in treachery’s paint  Thieves with hearts as black as peat  gullible nations to cheat  The sword if we should resist  The prison of heritage’s heist  Learnt our prayers from a borrowed book  In turn, ourContinue reading “Cross words: A poem “

Salt beads on my face  as fledgling passions race  I can now see through the haze  And find my way out of the maze  Let honesty evaporate from the skies  Give them lies in return for all their lies  Virtue is the cripple of impunity  Hypocrisy for greater good is not indignity  The wicker cradleContinue reading “Revenge: A poem “

The depths pervade at every height  Monsters don’t sing for what is right  Conscience doesn’t echo in corruption’s sight  Power brokers all the black and white  Leaves turn to dust in malevolent weather  The birds that fly are without feather  Holy cows have been slaughtered for their leather  Goals have been struck by the crafty’sContinue reading “Extinction of goodness: A poem “

There’s many a reason to believe that the consumer is king. But this harassed husband of a spendthrift wife wouldn’t quite agree. “Or why,” he asks, “does the friendly neighbourhood shopkeeper laugh his way to the bank?” His confident wife, in turn, told her concerned bosom buddy: “He wouldn’t divorce me over my shopping bills.Continue reading “Prices are the shopkeeper’s vices: Just for laughs “

Dreams are distant as the stars  when we only wish to ride in flashy cars  Our castles built with the stones of endless gain  Suffices not just an arid desert’s spell of rain  Desire steers the ship to the harbour  of concrete splendour and glassy grandeur  The heart is stilled by the drill of will Continue reading “Dreams: A poem “

I think of heaven  when it is seven  When dusk surrounds  the tired weary town  Harps play around the fountain  A river flows from the crescent mountain  Will is a potent vision  that fructifies all illusions  I am caressed by the stars’ brilliance  They are cool and not too distant  Halos brighten up each face Continue reading “I think of heaven: A poem “

The elephants in the sky are realisations now  That ideals can be burnt when we overmilk the cow  A child masters circumstance with his innocence  Even the agonies of life decay with persistence  Broad shoulders are heat that rise from the ashes  Life still survives, death comes in patches  Rain comes with changes of seasons andContinue reading “Spirit never loses: A poem “

God take me when the night comes  When I’ve read all life’s tomes  The winding river’s course runs  into the sea’s welcome hums  I think I have lived in rolling pastures  With sorrow and joy in equal measures  My hope in goodness was all I treasured  Even when disappointments all but obscured  Life’s thorns madeContinue reading “God take me: A poem “

I see the ducks  and thank my luck  that the sky is clear over the reserve  This I think is what I deserve  The river glows  with the gold the sun throws  The trees bend  Shady and ever-present  I feel the light sparkle within me  And the cool wind against my bare knees  makes meContinue reading “At the reserve: A poem “