Author Archives: montecyril

I have never been to the snows  where white flakes make the earth glow  I have only seen the rains  Know it’s everywhere, in the hills and plains   I have never been to America  Never driven in a flashy car  My feet haven’t traveled far  But I have delighted at the distant stars  MyContinue reading “Never been far: A poem “

Who couples with the past? Who lives for the future?  The conception of posterity wants the womb of human nature  Yet, the sins of history become destiny’s tragedy  Yester decades’ crimes are still present crosses for somebody  We live, we breathe the mists of convention and decorum  In the palaces of the victors, the servants are struckContinue reading “Toast to Putin: A poem “

Age like an eagle swoops  in hungry, speedy loops  And the helpless trembling hare  falls into death’s snare  Of what ends are dreams composed  if the river only runs its course  And fate is all too sure  A pot of clay cannot endure  Yet, if we measured our lives  only in stones and knives   inContinue reading “Fear not age: A poem “

The infant of need  is the mother of invention  Yet, education is the seed  of the tree of direction  It takes moisture, sun and soil  A flame from a lamp of oil  for the gust in the bridges of prodigies  to narrow the widest ridges  Let, then, the mentoring teacher set the rules  And spreadContinue reading “To the teacher: A poem “

Having a friend is like winning trophies  A reassuring chat like cake and coffees  The guide of hope on the very front page  of character; words with deeds marriage  Where there is moisture the earth bursts  And harvests rear up from care’s thrusts  A cool wind comes in when windows are unlatched  The fledglings arriveContinue reading “Friendship: A poem “

A drunk aboriginal trembling on the street  The noise from his heart vents his spleen  Stolen years obscured at his hobbling feet  Futility rasps his grasp in the summer heat  What is his nightmare? What history to share?  A ghetto reflected in his sunless stare  In the swamp of his mind-wracking pain  of living inContinue reading “A drunk aboriginal on the street: A poem “

A puff of smoke, bad for the lungs  A cough, a wheeze, coated tongue  A harsh breath, trembling thumbs  A little moment of life gone numb  But the calm blank for the nerve  does the rush of nicotine serve  From the time-grown stalactites of the mind  can worry’s refugee hastily unwind?  The tide of lifeContinue reading “A cigarette: A poem “

Travelled the winding, tortuous roads, resentful of beaten paths  Forests of dreams gone past, the cities have broken carts  The meadows and fields are rife with promises stuck in their guts  The world of yonder darkens in the horizon of ifs and buts  Problems can be broken down, but solutions are hard to come by Continue reading “Toxins in the soil: A poem “

On the haloed cow-dunged floor, dear mother and father  To your sweet voices, from the frolic, siblings we gather  like coloured shells crowding serendipity’s beach  Melodies encapsulated in a warmth-blessed home to reach  And the trees pregnant with happiness and mangoes  The platefuls of home-cooked delectables, and rusty doors  failing to shut out the sands ofContinue reading “Memories of the sun: A poem “