Best Piazza Poems

Chartreuse tassels hang quiet, still
Birds joyfully sing love's song
Roosters' melodies fill the hollow
Each greet spring gone so long

Charcoal clouds ruffled across blue
Cobalt could bring a...

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I can still recall the look upon His face

Each thought still makes me go to that enchanting place

The vernal air was floral sweet and honey...

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(It was 1860 when the English poet Robert Browning
stumbled upon an interesting artefact as he walked
through the city of Florence.  It was a file...

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Giant poet gem, Tagore’s story-poem: NISKRITI,
Is a piazza perched paved and perfectly paced beauty;
Scale model of a castle of vast poetic kingdom,
That has spread into...

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THE HOUSE OF LORDS

I am from The House of Lords
where men are great and women are whores.
	
I am travelling to the home front to inform
my...

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Dopo lunghe vicende della vita
Mi ritrovai seduto su un divano       
Con un telecomando fra le dita.
When my life struggles...

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Prevarication permits pretend perception, presenting
piquantly piqued, pimply pimping playboy, plucky
pulchritudinous previously pusillanimous, prevalently
puckish, psychic packman, pokemon playing proletarian

puppeteer pygmy, peevishly punky, plummy, plumy,
pompously pushy, pampered,...

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Alone and waiting in a corner of the piazzA
I can feel my heart race and throB
The night is warm and the mood is romantiC
Sweet scents...

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My Dream Vacation

                  To return once more to...

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Sticky, humid, skin
Sweltering inferno blaze
Summer has no wind

The flies are dizzy
Joy hums from each piazza 
Two views of day's rot

The hydrant founts glee
No rain promised...

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Everywhere and nowhere
or a bit to the left
in the yellow bending of the fall.

Along the street of the lost
leaves which ever led us
to the Piazza...

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June the most beautiful month, delivered the most angelic Angels
            ...

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Is it the fog or is it just the steam
That's rising from Italian coffee cups?
Today I wonder if the sunlight beam
Was ever cherished by the...

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AND PASSING INTO HOLY SOULSFROM AGE TO AGE
SHE PRODUCES FRIENDS OF GOD 
 PROPHETS
WISDOM 7:27

IF YOU GO TO MILAN in northern Italy
You probably head first...

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In early April the bus from Lecce
				unloads us at the fabled fish market.
				The place is shuttered down, not even
				the scent of chowders past lingering
				in the...

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