Author Archives: montecyril

This age is but outage   of morality’s outspoken sage  But I will not flip my page  I’ll make courage my outright gauge  I am not party to wokes  Therefore, a picnic for jokes  Let nobody prick my calm  Noone can twist my arm  I don’t bleed for abortion rights  I am conservative, black andContinue reading “No woke am I: A poem “

(Yakov was the sobriquet of James the Just, who was stoned to death by the evil liar Saint Paul)  It killed him. Those stones  and Paul’s evil bones  The stairs of the temple  seemed like carbuncle  when he was flung and broke a leg  His tears sank like dregs  Messiah erased by the Church  FalsehoodsContinue reading “Yakov: A poem “

There is a vanguard of spirits when I’m wired  to the futile hard of life, and feeling very tired   The buttons on my veins can offset the blues  My feet are steel when there are stones in my shoes  This lesson is a blessing at each rousing dawn  like a fossil that rustles out,Continue reading “I will not string up the lawnmower: A poem “

There are acrid fumes from blooms this night  Even a late thunderstorm fades pale and white  There are the alleged pariahs who knew no fright  But their brazen insight was never considered right  Yes, the necessity is long-standing dominos need to fall  But ruling pretensions continue with the most insolent gall  Bouquets are in theContinue reading “How crude is smooth?!?: A poem “

These little playful sounds  And the laughter in them resounds  I can revisit them, I can relive them  like candles that attempt  to keep alive in the wind  Innocent lives that never sinned  Human nature is at fault  But none such in purity’s vault  Love is laced with loyalty’s candour  Love is graced with salubriousContinue reading “Dearest pets: A poem “

What is love?  Is it a tiger or a dove?  Does it have teeth?  Is it staple, like wheat?  Ask your Mum  She knows all about its sum  Ask your Dad  He’ll tell you it’s no fad  Love, like eggshells, can be broken  For hypocrites, it is a mere token  How you elate when it’sContinue reading “What is love?: A poem “

Will you meet me at the crossroads?  Will you offer me bed and board?  Will you help me bear my load?  Will you share, with me, your little hoard?  Will you make my day and say:  I’ll be truly yours in old and grey?  And this lamp that shows the way  is where my fortune’sContinue reading “Will you, my dearest…?: A poem “

Noises outside. I’m at the door with a cup of tea  Is it the sound of triumph? Or is it just insane me?  The burning of fires is the flowing sap of my tree  The prolific earth over the horizon is my theme  This wind is so motive, it breaches all frontiers  Even broken bridgesContinue reading “The waiting, the calling…: A poem “