Monchielle Poems - Poems about Monchielle

Put up or shut up time Has crept up upon thee, And it's your time to shine. On...Read the rest...

Limbs flailing under leaves These rows of second sight That go with the reeling — Like a dream too much dragged, Her strange flesh is peeling. Limbs flailing under leaves Scraps of a wood tongue speak To the womanly walls — Where they...Read the rest...

Let the broken leaves be if you can’t pick them up; They’ll crackle into art; Hard candy is so strong, you knew that from the start; Let the broken leaves be, don’t disturb their solace; Didn’t bring anything except a heavy...Read the rest...

Our heart once pure is soiled, by cravings of ego, the thrust of lust unjust, a flame wherein we burn and now we’ve lost God’s trust. Our heart once pure is soiled, which happened when we swam in dark desire’s rivers, where we...Read the rest...

In plain sight, space flickers and right at that moment, both palms and soles of feet, tingle with magnetism; pulse that does not deplete. In plain sight, space flickers, cognised if we be still; God’s light shines from behind, ours to know unless...Read the rest...

To just be, as we are, requires desires to rest, which means thoughts too must cease, obtaining in this way, from dark fear forms release. To just be, as we are, we first befriend silence, shifting from head to heart, where all there...Read the rest...

Living light crystallised, enjoys the immersion in the world of contrast, although deep down it knows, illusions will not last. Living light crystallised, in bondage to ego, hemmed in by body-mind, obtains freedom upon being joyful and kind. Living light crystallised, is here to grow...Read the rest...

I’m not one to whisper, I’d rather stay silent; Emotions of lava erupt leaving their ash; Pain peels out like magma; I’m not one to whisper to hide a wicked scream; Not blessed with a soft touch; The way I use...Read the rest...

Lore of second chances, it will be different; Mouth filled with broken words not repaired repeated; You wound with gentle swords; Lore of second chances, new day new beginning; Then it’s just deja vu; Megalomaniac parading ballyhoo; Lore of second chances, don’t buy into banter; Focusing on...Read the rest...

I'm climbing on my dreams Though with no ties to bed; Like a child's playground scene That rests on curtain's nest— Shadows of restless trees. I'm climbing on my dreams Blankets camp out on floor; As the glass window cries From my touch...Read the rest...

Dreamt that I was the best, a poet at my peak: full of poetic skill, at my acme apex; with great words that instill. Dreamt that I was the best, at my zenith, summit: a poet well achieved, my writing perfection; a true...Read the rest...

Death is like falling asleep and waking up in God's beautiful garden. ~anonymous I long for the quiet place toward which I go with simpleness of mind, and yearning in my heart to rest among the kind. I long for...Read the rest...

To reclaim inner light, pulsating at our core, we first make touch gentle, that oozing compassion, our eye’s nonjudgmental. To reclaim inner light, our ego must be tamed, fears and desires rested, that heart remains tranquil, whilst soul’s being tested. To reclaim inner light, become a...Read the rest...

For God search quest just rest, cause of movement of thought, which though processed by mind, is caused by heart’s desire, deep peace seeking to find. For God search quest just rest, in time stretched tranquil calm, shifting from head to heart,...Read the rest...

Que hablo Diablo? I missed that metaphor; All the smoke and mirrors, crazy like Dead Man’s Curve; Head on crash, it figures; Que hablo Diablo? Your tongue sounds so foreign; It’s way too seductive, listeners lose control; Is chaos the motive? Que hablo Diablo? Why’d you...Read the rest...