Short Monchielle Stanza Poems
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She was more
Than just dessert
She was a full
Course meal
And I ate her
Inside but out
Side of my dream
I wiped my mouth
It seems I had
Been nibbling
On my cat's
Can of kibbles
In a world of dreams
Everything dance, Everything speaks
Animals have beaks
In a world of dreams
Earth and sky meets
And objects work on beats
In a world of dreams
We are living in peace
And day by day our love increase
Of all April flowers
God lovingly showers
in gardens near and far,
only one is called rose
as our great morning star.
Of all April flowers
God made to remind us
of coming brighter days,
roses are reminders
He is the only way.
April 11, 2022 for Andrea Dietrich’s All April in Monchielle Poetry Contest
Who will hear the bluebells
ringing through the prairie?
Notes dispersed asunder,
stroked from blooming brushes,
painted loud as thunder.
Who will hear the bluebells
lost in dulcet rapture?
Symphonies of new birth,
swaying to the wind’s song;
chiming with blue blushed mirth.
23 Apr 2022
The weatherman predicts
this April will be wet.
I thought I'd buy a mac
and pair of welly boots.
(I put my sandals back).
The weatherman predicts
a lot of rain ahead.
It's sounding pretty stark -
no sun at all this month.
I need to build an ark...
* mac - raincoat
written 15th April for Andrea's April Showers contest
April’s a time of birth,
as Gods renews the earth.
Trees get a fresh new coat,
bees are busy working hard;
while each worker keeps afloat.
April’s a time of birth,
Its showers bring such mirth.
Flowers are in full bloom.
Young robins take their flight.
Amid nature’s vast room.
04/12/2022
Contest: Monchielle Stanza
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Staking a valid claim
is important I hear,
if one would reap reward
for inventing a thing,
or getting an award.
Staking a valid claim
is good information,
protecting ownership
or creative effort,
a new computer chip.
Staking a valid claim
it’s so necessary
to protect what you make,
even poem or rhyme
plagiarizers take.
written December 26, 2021
Enclosure of the Moon
capturing cosmic glass;
The stars swirl around it;
An abysmal swallow;
Dreams drawn like a magnet;
Enclosure of the Moon,
transmissible panache;
Tumbleweeds on the wind
so the dark sky shimmers;
Taking everything in;
Enclosure of the Moon
reveries wrap around
with a fiery whimper;
Hoping a wish will catch
celestial tinder.
Poetic secrecy,
can’t ever give it up;
Keep that inspiration
the small sip of the cup,
cover the addiction;
Poetic secrecy,
favorite pen’s hidden shade;
What you’re tapping into
when you ask for a trade
so you can continue;
Poetic secrecy,
just let them see the art;
No need to feel the wave
that made you fall apart
breaking the thoughts that slave.
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 action
reveals what’s underneath
whitewashed with attraction.
Trying to get a tune
out of broken records?
Sounds like insanity;
You cannot pioneer
and deny what you see;
Trying to get a tune;
There is such a deep scratch,
the song can’t keep going;
Stuck forever in place
a sleepy beat skipping;
Trying to get a tune
so you press play again;
Rolling so beautiful;
That turntable light’s up,
hit with a new needle.
Venomous eloquence,
so polite and yet cold;
Pleasantries are plastic
tone sometimes mistaken;
Quiet not dramatic;
Venomous eloquence,
answer’s already known;
Words are a figurehead;
Each one is meaningless,
your heart infiltrated;
Venomous eloquence
it leaves your throat sticky;
Esophagus left trashed,
innards being spit up;
Poisonous and polished.
In the mirror I shine,
I love my reflection;
My skin fits me just fine,
even with all my scars;
This goofball smile is mine;
In the mirror I shine
brighter than make up lights;
True natural beauty
the secret to my fire;
Strength builds tenacity;
In the mirror I shine;
Bleak overwhelming thoughts?
Not another minute!
I am now relentless
because I never quit.
The still of amethyst
soft glow radiating
painting energy’s hue;
A flurry of purple
shimmers as light runs through;
The still of amethyst
echos inside the walls;
I can smell lavender
holding relaxation
mixed with the scent of sage;
The still of amethyst
a gentle drum that hums;
Sound permeates your mind
rhythm that simply soothes,
calm you finally find.
You were there in the dark
holding a place for me;
The warmth of a candle
not a word was spoken,
every fear we'd handle;
You were there in the dark;
Melancholy soaking
covered it with a towel;
Hug like battle armor
pulled a smile from a scowl;
You were there in the dark
and I was there for you;
Far off or a quick ride
all you need is to shout
I will be by your side.
Springtime's beautiful blooms!
Trees dressed in fine attire,
Such a beautiful sight,
Cherry blooms to admire,
With splendor they delight!
Springtime's beautiful blooms!
Tulips in cerise gowns,
With swirls of pink they sing,
And wave their many crowns
To rule the fields of spring!
4-13- 2022
All April In Monchielle Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Are you laughing at me?
I can feel your snicker;
Look at me and say it,
but you are not that brave;
Baiting you I admit;
Are you laughing at me?
I’m already fed up;
You really shouldn’t taunt
more than you bargained for;
I’ll give you what you want;
Are you laughing at me?
Took a second and thought:
Rude is anger’s foreplay;
Not buying into it,
I will just walk away.
Media muppets lie,
a hand rides up their back;
What disaster this brings;
An empty plastic smile
as puppeteers pull strings;
Media muppets lie,
following each demand;
Mere mindless foot soldiers;
They don’t see the people,
only what the goal is;
Media muppets lie,
they always have a choice;
Cut the strings and go rogue;
The return of freedom,
bring back what was in vogue.
Rebel is my safe word
I’m about to turn red;
Something’s awakening;
Since you touched me like that
my pulse has been skipping;
Rebel is my safe word;
Put a chain on my neck
tighten your grip on me;
Handle me without care,
now I can never flee;
Rebel is my safe word,
don’t you make me say it;
Get me right to the brink;
Lightning in your fingers,
force me to feel, not think.
Petals and the Full Moon,
peppered with flakes of stars;
Wishes become cobwebs,
children no longer hum;
Growing up? Belief ebbs.
Petals and the Full Moon;
After achingly long,
lovers find an embrace;
Swaying in reflection,
the sea gives in to chase.
Petals and the Full Moon,
lost in the ambience
romantic wheel in drive;
Restless fuse of rapture,
a perfect match will thrive.
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 in love,
transformed by a bliss burn,
seeing God in all forms,
as soul’s eye does discern.
April wood anenomes
Latticed branches high above
Gold pink orange swaying
Crows caw bees hum galore
Distant foxhounds baying
April wood anenomes
Tattooed black line etchings
Charcoal burnings do reek
I sense bluebells waiting
Grass still, under boughs creak
April wood anenomes
Fronded petals caress
Darting the fervid Thrush
Breezes sweet flow coolly
Creation waits; a rush.'
What do we need to be free
God alone lets us see
Just why would anyone lie
That would be beyond me
Sadly men like Trump try
What do we need to be free
There is much to study
If you fail to pay heed
And end up all at sea
Then you're a broken reed
What do we need to be free
The good book makes us see
Its stories raise us up
Though many from it flee
While full will be our cup
Oh captain, my captain,
you said Carpe Diem
go out and seize the day;
Lead with only your heart,
rule makers have no say;
Oh captain, my captain,
I know I must just feel
to find my truth’s compass;
My soul is a wild horse,
I’ll not wear a harness;
Oh captain, my captain,
I’m such a romantic;
A filtered heart shaped lense
gives prose tinted glasses;
Does love ever make sense?
Season of refreshing
The dead spring up alive
Their faces brighten up
Hope permeates the landscape
Beauty climbs to the top
Season of refreshing
The dying receive strength
There is a quantum leap
A brandish of colours
All expect a good reap
Season of refreshing
There’s an awakening call
An upsurge in fervour
Gloom rescinds and depletes
Pleasure meets endeavour
April 15, 2022.