Author Archives: montecyril

I never counted my chicken. My poems  go unpublished, and I’m sixty! They are no shining gems  But, undiscovered, they lie on my blogsite, unread  like deep-earth stone structures stranded in beds  that even the most sharp-eyed satellites fail to uncover  I have had no birth, no death, but deathly still moments  These words, theseContinue reading “They’re saying AI writes better poetry: A poem “

The earth and sea are no reflection of the sky  The sea swells with pride, then falls with a sigh  The earth changes, but the sky is equanimous  and what should I say about the fire between us?  In the tea plantations, the pickers hastily gather  On the forested slopes, the monkeys chatter  In theContinue reading “My universe is you: A poem “

There is a comet in my soul  Within my walls, I feel it soar  It bangs, it thuds, it whizzes past  And 365 sleeps it outlasts  I have a glowing star in my eye  It lights up the bed in which I lie  It spins and radiates on my pillow  And my dreams, therefore, are neverContinue reading “Hope in despair: A poem “

I have the strands of Leo  playing in my head  wherever I come, and wherever I go  right from dawn till when I bed  This marigold, daisy and daffodil  And all the courage in me is instilled  And when I see Capricorn,  strong Great God Pan in me is born  I see Aries, Libra andContinue reading “The strands of Leo play in my head: A poem “

Their starship lit the sky  They came from Gemini  Shining in my eye  Telling me I’ll never die  This love I feel  This is the real deal  The sword and the seal  I felt on even keel  I kissed their offered rose  for the destiny I chose  But I told them it was no timeContinue reading “They came from Gemini: A poem “

They came from Taurus  They were kind and generous  I felt the kindred love  My hand fit their glove  They showed me their starship’s berth  in the Atacama Desert  There was much they had to say to me  of how the world needs to be free  of the tyranny of man  of how the worldContinue reading “They came from Taurus…: A poem “

They came from a very cold place  Pink and blue on the face  My heart did not race  I was thinking of disgrace  They made their entreaties  I revulsed at them like a disease  When they told me of their wishes  I guessed they were from Pisces  I was not at words’ loss  when theyContinue reading “They came from Pisces…: A poem “

The constellations have borders  And their seemly orders  They would come in the night  And in plain sight  Their therapy of sound  had my body wound  Once, they attempted to drag my soul  out of my body, out whole  They were from Scorpio  It was my woe  For, their skulls and bones  didn’t match myContinue reading “They came from Scorpio…: A poem “