Monchielle Poems

The Patsy

Stop wasting all my time,
please don’t leave the light on.
There was never a chance.
I’ll deal with that title, 
the patsy of romance.

Stop wasting all my time,
I won’t follow bread crumbs. 
Snipping the yarn in two,
now you cannot track me. 
My mind’s stronger than you. 

Stop wasting all my time, 
this hourglass is precious. 
Make the

Where would we dwell

Heaven or yet beyond,
where do we wish to dwell?
Heart’s desire is soul’s aim,
as we seek, so it is,
fulfilled in life’s end game.

Heaven or yet beyond,
is the question we’re asked;
‘beyond’ meaning no form,
where all that is is Self,
deprived of love’s bliss storm.

Heaven or yet beyond,
concept unknown to mind,
so let’s first discover,
the light of Self within,
as God’s

Velvet Roses

Soft like velvet roses,
strong as surgical steel.
Clamor from the inside,
never to be mangled.
The afterclap of untied. 

Soft like velvet roses,
be tender when you touch.
Thorns are not delicate,
they grow larger with time.
Baseline reigns elegant. 

Soft like velvet roses
raging in thunderstorms.
Perfect dichotomy,
passion is rarely clean.
A gift laudatory. 

Soft like velvet roses,
a match for toying cheeks.
An outlandish display

Subterfuge

Detecting deception,
our eye nonjudgmental 
and blissful heart tranquil
but saw a weary soul,
slowly trudging uphill.

Detecting deception,
in a drop that rebelled,
we but saw its soul’s light,
seeking greener pastures,
to feel bliss beat’s delight.

Detecting deception,
by egos gone astray,
driven by dark instinct,
all we could see was their
yearning to be love inked.

Detecting deception,
by poets seeking praise,
all we saw was their dread,
resisting

Cause and effect

each effect has a cause
be gentle and mindful
as we sow, so we reap
poised in the void let us
take a consciousness leap

each effect has a cause
settle all debts of love
ensuring heart is pure
forgive, forget, move on
in tranquil peace endure

each effect has a cause
though this life will roll on
if we be nonchalant 
in state of surrender
twists of

Befriending silence

To attain quietude,
first things first, thoughts must cease,
that thus, free from desire,
wayward ego’s consigned
to the funeral fire.

To attain quietude,
nonchalant to outcomes,
present in the moment,
staid stillness invokes grace;
bliss magnetism potent.

To attain quietude,
round the clock, all the time,
our choice of cessation,
epitomises our
soul’s orientation.

To attain quietude, 
shifting from head to heart,
truth search prioritised,
be assured oh hermit,
God will be

Fire without smoke

We dwell as God’s bliss hum,
the flame within burning,
being fire without smoke,
birthed when eye be single
and head and heart we yoke.

We dwell as God’s bliss hum,
current all pervading,
pulsating day and night,
exhuming the ego,
bringing gift of clear sight.

We dwell as God’s bliss hum,
heightened rapture unbound,
transforming feeble form,
wherein vibrant presence,
is centred in love’s storm.

We dwell as God’s

Pure Gold

Sip from a chipped teacup,
the glass is still half full.
A grin frowns upside down
framed by two twinkling eyes.
Her brilliance lights this town. 

Sip from a chipped teacup,
just turn the rim around. 
Press on and work it out,
beauty and bold en force.
Pure gold in a blackout.

Sip from a chipped teacup,
no need for something new. 
When it’s

show me God

who are we, pause to ask
in as the very source
that causes breath to flow
which makes us feel alive
and plants in heart love’s glow

who are we, pause to ask
by resting lower mind
yet remaining aware
softening attention 
that head and heart may pair

who are we, pause to ask
by befriending silence
and surrendering will
that upon ego death
we see voids within

THE HOUSE ON ANGEL CLOUD LAKE

                             4/5/2025


On my picket fence, irritating, screeching black crows at me, 
do sounds, so fearlessly make!
So having had it, I bought a lovely, pine cottage, on the

Our truth

Having been, seen, so known,
truth of our true being,
why would we then debate
definitive knowing,
when poised at heaven’s gate?

Having been, seen, so known,
this world is but a dream,
silence then is our friend,
ushering bliss rapture,
helping us to ascend.

Having been, seen, so known,
God’s energy is love,
blissful touch that transforms,
imbibing it we feel,
surge of magnetic storms.

Having been, seen, so

Rising Touch

She swoons atop a berg
There air water bullets
On midnight's face cross low —
While then besides the dark
Brims in Gemini froze.

She swoons atop a berg
We try for scraps on ice.
She is yours within me.
Of these miles between us,
This sea's the outer ring.

She swoons atop a berg
The Mercury has sank —
Only a lichen's mum,
A last bob underneath

A Vine In Winter

A vine in winter weeps
for the loss of blossoms,
for the loss of summer,
for the loss of laughter
like a music's strummer.

A vine in winter weeps
for the wind's soft blowing,
and the song birds calling
while children are playing
in meadows entralling.

A vine in winter weeps
as loneliness engulfs
a snow white and frozen
landscape with dark shadows
of nature forechosen.

A vine in winter

The Stirring

A storm in a teacup,
whirling silvery clouds;
Caffeine is cuddling you;
It’s so hard to deny 
that sky devoid of blue;

A storm in a teacup,
howling turbid beauty;
Gloomiest glitter drops
lick at a murky spoon;
The stirring never stops;

A storm in a teacup 
sweetened a little bit;
Lit up smile’s peeking out;
Something of a striptease,
steered by the slightest pout;

A storm in

Living light

Within this lucid dream,
we begin to believe,
that we are body-mind,
that in our waking state,
to God’s light we’ll be blind.

Within this lucid dream,
if we but pause to ask,
what is that that’s real,
sliding into stillness,
we’ll feel bliss beats appeal.

Within this lucid dream,
as witness consciousness,
by thought forms not decoyed,
as clear light of truth dawns,
delusion is destroyed.

Within this lucid

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