Author Archives: montecyril

I am looking for little cheering truths  A fair price on my humble needs and goods  Honesty in a loved one’s fleeting rapturous kiss  A yard of dignity and self-worth to enhance my bliss  The lilt of a morning bird’s sweet melodious tune  Fortune’s tiny castle standing on my dune  Not the desperate hunger ofContinue reading “Bitter truths: A poem “

The cloth of our skies  Is woven with their lies  When cruelly they did slit a throat  And in their victory, they did gloat  The sheafs of history are stolen fruit  Truth is in the flotsam of deadwood  And justice is only but clay  To the order that rules the day  Our pride lies inContinue reading “Deceit: A poem “

In the vacant park, with none to greet  With my shadow I guiltily meet  That I have, in vain, counted the leaves of trees  And failed to see the beauty in each  Have I oft shed a sullen, blind tear  When so many live in despair and fear  My shadow examines me in my furtiveContinue reading “My shadow and me: A poem “

Time speaks a million times  In each cell and greying line  That when the fruit begins to decay  Can the fading star make our day?  Dust of disuse falls like rain  And wisdom harvests in the pain  We’ve seen our parents into the night  Now it’s our turn to share their plight  No rancour atContinue reading “Going grey: A poem “

The unfortunate baldie would seldom revel at his barren disposition. For he’d really be scratching his scalp over why the weather winds wickedly over some heads. Like this naked head who visited the shrink and said: “Doctor, I’m having hair-raising nightmares.”  But for those who have been scouring the four corners of the world, soContinue reading “A bald patch has no match: Just for laughs “

How winter arrives like a string of grey pearls  Cold and icy, devoid of a child’s curls  Rattling the windows in gusty sweeps  Their hinges wailing in arthritic creaks  Leaves turn brittle like unfulfilled dreams  The air gets cloaked in misty streams  I feel the freeze of an enemy’s shoulder  Time quickens pace, the oldContinue reading “Winter’s grab, spring’s handshake: A poem “

Beauty is a paradise  Its fruit are so sweet and nice  Fortune and fame fondly smile  Abundance like the river Nile  But cherish not the apple a bit  When life is only morally decrepit  For the honey of innocence is very fine  But the flashlights are not worth a dime  And to try and beContinue reading “Beauty: A poem “

The eternal fountain comes from the source divine  The nectar of the Gods is sweeter than wine  The Garden of Eden is surrounded by the wall  Within it, its robust inmates walk ever so tall  The stepped ziggurats glow with a light so old  Their pinnacles surround the Tree of Life so bold  And theContinue reading “Paradise: A poem “

Pick at the straw  Let the hunger thaw  Shut the door  Hear the insides roar  What ails the messiah  Is his own defiance  The question is in the doubt  Not in predicaments without  Has he his fledglings fed?  When his head is all too red  For when he is sore and forlorn  his heart is renderedContinue reading “The bird’s nest: A poem “

Hope is that mirage that keeps us all alive  The thanksgiving turkey sliced with a knife  To the chef, the first splash of cooking oil  A dream of harvests after the relentless toil  Hope is that lamp that leads us in the dark  For prehistoric man, what ignited the fire was the spark  For theContinue reading “Hope: A poem “