Author Archives: montecyril

At the stroke of midnight, in the glade, sunshine  with stars sparkling in the sky’s diamond mine  The energy in the street brimming with honest vigour  A deer in deep conversation with a tiger  On the waves, sharks frolicking with the surfers  Boats of refugees finding welcoming harbours  Rainbows caressing windows, not thunderstorms  Drones deliveringContinue reading “Someday: A poem “

O clam, are you safe, smug and warm?  Free from the rough seas’ rod of harm  Your heart is tender, but your blood’s gone cold  from the pain of past hurricanes, you did behold  Do you hear life’s sonorous beating waves  in your womb that is shut like a rock-blocked cave?  When you slip quietlyContinue reading “Second chance for love “

Apollo knows not why the sun  sank below the horizon and came undone  Zeus has smelled the shame of Olympus  because the world below only gets worse  Hephaestus’ steel has gone blunt  The sword of greed is on the hunt  Arachne’s yarn spins without art  The garment is worn with hate in the heart  PoseidonContinue reading “Darkness at Olympus: A poem “

Do leaders ever say a heartfelt sorry?  They are like opportunistic bees always in a hurry  And the flowers they seek are ugly with untruth  For truth is lost in the undergrowth underfoot  Their magic is an illusion like a magician’s trick  Honesty’s fingers burnt, but con’s candle is lit  One can tell that itContinue reading “The room with a view: A poem “

It is the rich who always fear the worst  Not the poor, who make do with just bread crust  The rich draw way too much earth from fortune’s trench  Their hunger is omnipresent that much wealth can’t quench  It is the rich who avoid paying their tax  They heed to the law with much earwax  WhenContinue reading “The rich and the poor: A poem “

O September, may you be warm and wet  The toiler’s hand has gathered sweat  The window of his hope is only weak  to the weather’s swing. May it be meek  O March, may you onward march  like a gladiator on an unflinching warpath  to knock out poverty with your sword  For the starving, desolate haveContinue reading “Grant us, O month!: A poem “