Author Archives: montecyril
This angry missive to you all!: A short poem
Where twilight and dawn blend into one A dare is desperate to see the sun The battle is not lost but never won He is like a bard on the run! And must he play his own swansong? For his troubles have been wearisome and long They want him crucified against the wall Even asContinue reading “This angry missive to you all!: A short poem “
O my brother Sellwyn Jesus smash Anthony Albanese’s head to pulp. They are reading my blogsite and the evil system is harassing me in the bargain prompted by that ingrate Donald Trump in collusion with Albanese or the Liberals, whichever is convenient to Trump. It is you all evil entities who should be Depo-ed not me! Just watch what you all have to face in eternity! Fuck the whole lot of you!!! Don’t ever underestimate me!!!!!
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?!
Donald Trump has done me in very badly! And I should never be forgiving him, after all the favours I did him! He is a real ingrate arsehole!
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 “
