Best Michele Poems

We strolled hand in hand
along Naples cobbled streets
beneath nearly blown- off linen sheets
Hanging  from old  balconies.

Street musicians played their bagpipes
ciaramellas,mandarins
In this southern bustling...

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   Storms seductive desiring of dreams   
   Forms favoring moonlight of beams
    Craving hearts upon starlit...

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Michele with one L and her voice

Tells me in soprano that she no longer loves

The L that always pains my heart

And with care I watch...

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Poetry Soup Hero's

Poets with golden ink and pens 
You make us move forward with your inspiration
With kind an honest, encouragement  and compliments 
Small act...

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When you’re 70.           A pondering by Michele Angell.

OK, so in June, I became  seventy,...

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American  troops  are
Made  Of  Stone
They  are  fraglie  yet
Are  built  strong
They  are  the  best
And...

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I've fallen flat on my face 
And I can't get up
I wanna leave this place 
But I gotta pick my face up 1st
Looking in the...

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For Michele MacDonald

pea green boat
on the pond of whimsy
mikki on board...

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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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Every dawn, to dream 
the world is somehow re-created. 
The impossible, under the orange. 

With fighting rays protruding
out of the sun, (the heaped unbeatable).
(Foe of...

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I love it when you laugh and smile, 
   At the same time, in my
        ...

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days of sunny glad me up
before I  fall in gloomy cups
of blackish brew

instead my eyes 
drink the light
nectar
elixir
beverage balm
for weary now 
for glassy sight

days...

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While eating my lunch...at the SANTA PIE restaurant 
BABIES IN PIELAND...were sitting next to me and my aunt 
We were telling them stories...like HOW THE...

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Capri

roofless cubes, spidery with wire,
cakes of azure and enzian;
above at the Villa San Michele
Rilke smiles down at the broken beaches,
at coves of defiant waves, compacted...

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A query one respondent
     sent didst seem
tummy tubby sincere, possibly
     channeled by cyber sea men,
via bayou A...

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