Author Archives: montecyril

Get that rapining creep Anthony Albanese fucked off from my blogsite! He is ruining it! Hey WordPress, where do your loyalties lie? Is conscience absent in everybody that they all seem to be colluding with the evil against me? Shame! Shame! Hey WordPress, do you have any scruples?!

This toast to the vision of Mum and Dad!: A poem 

I am able to see visions in solitude’s stare  These blessings are misunderstood by many, though are gifts that are rare!  Now I see a vision of my Mother out there  The beauty of her making a circle in thin air  And the ink of my blood of love spills in these lines  They are of nectarine taste; ambrosial, sweeter than any wine!  Mother’s wordsContinue reading “This toast to the vision of Mum and Dad!: A poem “

You know that Alba (White) Fang is so ridiculously clandestine; he always tries to disguise himself and get my unwilling forgiveness. He is a creepy rapiner who I will never forgive! He has tried every stinking method to make me compromise myself to him! FUCK HIM!!!!

Would I hear the poetry of my soul, even without recognition?: A poem 

Would I, if I wrote a poem that  was brief and was rugbyfied  by   too many commas, semi-colons  and full-stops, sound as terse  to the reader as it may be to me? Or a more   derogatory pithy! I can have an entire  mailing list of ideas pinned on the office  board of my study, without crossing  over the page, albeit concise! Would that be enthralling  toContinue reading “Would I hear the poetry of my soul, even without recognition?: A poem “

Monte (not me); (I am `not me’; but not `I am’): A poem 

Not me was the humongous tower  But me was the tower struck by lightning  Not me was Babylonian Anu, or Hittite Alalu  But me was Ouranos mutilated and scourged  Not me was the hand creating Sapiens Man  But me was Enoch negotiating with the aliens  Not me was Ravan who abducted his own daughter, Sita  But me was Ram walkingContinue reading “Monte (not me); (I am `not me’; but not `I am’): A poem “

Mother, my mountains have a silent grief to share with you!: A poem 

I see the city lick-gnaw at my mountains  with their rabid tongues and teeth  And their factory chimneys blacken-soot  my skies. So that the air falls like rain-dust  on my slopes and tears at my vegetation!  So, I live like a controlled victim grappling  with nylon cords that bind me in straitjacket;  for mother, everything I love hasContinue reading “Mother, my mountains have a silent grief to share with you!: A poem “

O Moon in June!: A poem 

O Moon in June,  How do you flee your star-forest night?  They say you are getting more distant  Had I measured the expanse between you and me?  Yet I am filled with the vigil of Artemis  hunting me (as if I was a deer) among the queer blocks of the night-city?  though I am no shimmering cloak of dilletante appearance  I amContinue reading “O Moon in June!: A poem “