Author Archives: montecyril

If wounds could be healed,  sorrow could be congealed  Walls would be no boundaries  but benevolently shady trees  A prayer is a rejuvenating limerick  Reignites the bard’s burnt-out wick  And the thin narrow space he walks  becomes roomy hallways without locks  Let the ghosts of time ceaselessly play  Circumstance’s bitterness not shatter like clay  Hurt mayContinue reading “Gateway: A poem “

Time is spare, but moments are bare  Memories are molten like wax ware  The beautiful love that we once did share  is red and tender like meat done rare  I have words for the curls in your hair  A child is an ornament the soul will always wear  Laughter is the tale of all thoseContinue reading “O Child!: A poem “

Embers of history are no relics of gold  The oft-told story has no veracity in bold  The past is a corpse lying in mysterious dark  A graveyard of truth, which is seldom marked  Museums are no foundries of the lives that were led  Their artefacts don’t mourn for the veins that bled  Evil guns brought victoryContinue reading “A museum bears no truth: A poem “

The dog seems to have won  The bird has done a few too  The cat sits on a mighty tree  The cow is asking for more  The sheep can fly a hive  The duck also knows the fix  It’s the horse who knows heaven  The pig doesn’t have to wait  The elephant divines wine  IfContinue reading “A little great trivial: A poem “