Best Michel Poems

must refuse relegation, obey
only the roar of our own angels, then reshape 

breastplates to shield the motherland
from any warlord who dares 

to pimp our flag.
Battlefields...

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(Dianna-Marie was born in 1979) 

Twenty years old and married to my best friend
 I lived upstairs my parents in a duplex on St. Michel...

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I'd risen from my bed quite early, in the pale silent sunshine,
And I thought to have a day out, and not waste summer's prime.

The world...

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“You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens.” 
Rumi

It was the summer of 1967 and the sun was almost bran new 
me and...

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Spiritual Mahjong
Your Move Lord

Is there a God?
A benevolent entity.
An eternal presence presiding over me.
A creator, watching and observing.
All knowing.
Is my end determined and conclusive before...

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Translation of Les Moulins de mon Cœur-THE WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND by T. Wignesan

(For the orignal text in French by Eddy MARNAY : see here...

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Actions please us deeper than just words-
though teasers talk up promises so made
with words that sound like songs of pretty birds;
the music's sweet, but sours...

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Villanelle: Who's afraid of the Virgin Wolf's wisdom tooth

(As unlikely as it may sound, this happens to be the TRUTH: the foremost French journalist, André...

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Un-revelling Rivalry

Who am I to speak of historical rivalry I cannot contest
all the clever myriad truths conjectures and refutations
about the two masters the two foes...

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Is it that art imitates life?
Or does life imitate art?
If it's the latter, then my life
has been Expressionist from the start.
It may not be aesthetic...

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About Bill Posters and Bill Greenwell

Words not to use in poems

In 1993, I (Bill Greenwell) went on a three-day workshop with the poet Peter Sansom,...

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Saturday night in Saint-Michel's Place  
the stone carved demon he slew.  It was 
the bell, Emmanuel, 
that I heard ring its knell; 
Notre...

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I got green banana stain in my heart
I got Lacatan, Gros Michel, and Robuster
And payday tomorrow, sweetheart
I got big fields and dreams in a cluster
I...

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the rapture 


Each story fell to the ground
feathers were collected
in the die-off different colours
prismed in the silver dust 
of moon eclipsing sun
the in-between time
where the...

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The importance of Pomposity
(Not to be taken seriously)

The Perfect life, a wife half his age
Their house grand, with a zip code to match
All bought and...

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