Winston T. Gylles
Born in the late forties, in then small town Ottawa, Ontario Gylles recalls competing for gold stars in the poetry memorization contest set up by a grade eight teacher called Sister Barbara Ann. He obtained gold stars for the recitation of The Cremation of Sam McGee by Robert William Service and The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe. When he actually wrote his first poem remains enshrouded in a past far to distant to permit easy retrieval. They were most likely in the genre 'Roses are greenish, Violets morose...'
After completing an Honours degree in Psychology, he enrolled in a Journalism program and frequently wrote for the Charlatan, a varsity rag. A few news articles later, Gylles ... more »
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Winston T. Gylles Poems
A flush of diadems the wink of heralds bats askew upon the worm tower links unchained yet mired
Venerable old man shaken by some frisky wind please excuse for I too
Bud 'N Betty
Bud 'n Betty both hate to swear not on a Bibly book not an oath - egad! or on anyone's head
Look Back From Me
Hugely great cogs have meshed squared teeth and turned those many gears and wheels of existence space, time, fame, fortune
In Honour Of You
In honour of you I'll live my life To the very best of my ability I'll recall and apply every wise counsel you ever offered Savour every word you said trying to raise whatever
There lie the idle boats unattended underbellies exposed in burning sand paint chips boiling under an unwatered sun
And Then The Voice Came Out
Some heard the sibilant siffling of Cerces' hordes Some heard the oration of a great states person To others the sounds resembled the squabbling of high flying geese Or a yard full of primary school children
The post mentioned her telepathic link being offline Yet I received the call quite clearly. She seemed unaware of having established a connection Or did she feign?
Image Is Everything - André Aga
The image lacks elegance It is neither nice nor refined Certainly not politically correctified I don't even know if it's physically possible
Lycia cupped the Dionysian hexagram in her buccal alter While Ophelia danced doggie on the bad finger And Lycia sang sweetly: 'Arr'r Grra Arrg! ' Which some understood to mean: 'I'm so free! '
She sends me and verily, I had not looked for it I'm not extremely fond of being sent the surrender of a moment
I'M Not Looking My Someday Best
I'm not looking my Someday best The heart's smoked out abusively And busted on the porn romance syndrome And what with capricious bad verve
Positive Point Of View
We sat together for a while Watching petals pass On the warm sidewalk
Renewable resource Season of the witch THC trough pusher dip Stay with me on this
Comments about Winston T. Gylles
A flush of diadems
the wink of heralds
bats askew upon the worm tower
links unchained yet mired
I knew thee well
loved those blazing eyes